Jane's badge and the cell-phone lay forgotten inside the pocket of her jacket that slept in a corner of the room. Over a plastic white table, an empty glass and cup idled near a plate covered by cookies' crumbs. The detective had lost the notion of the time sunk into her assignment.

The amount of information was overwhelming. The connections the company had, reached even to the government's high spheres. It included diverse economics' matters, but all of them surrounded four topics: petroleum, oil, energy power, and military resources to control them. Asia, Europe, South America, Oceania, each part of the globe was considered regarding the economic potential utilization for the company.

While she examined the content of the computer, a playfully smile danced around Tarzan's lips while his imagination drew diverse stories and scenarios where Jane always ended under him, surrendering to her-own desires.

It was paradoxical. He had looked desperately for her all over the world, and when he gave up, when finally he had accepted the fact that he would never find her, she had appeared unexpectedly lighting his life. For the first time in his life he thanked Richard's interference.

With all the time he needed at his side, John studied her face silhouette, the outline of her lips. Progressively his vision slipped toward the tempting curves of her body. Snorting soundlessly he curled his finger into a fist trying to control himself, trying to control his hands. They dreadfully wanted to follow the route traced by his eyes across the voluptuous geography of her body. His gaze got entangled with her tempting lips. He was eager to taste them wondering if they had the same flavor.

Impelled by an internal impulse that he didn't want to combat, Tarzan approached furtively to the curve of her neck and aspired deeply. It was her scent, although she tried to mask it behind an intoxicant artificial fragrance. She could pretend not to see him near her but he knew that she wasn't immune to his nearness. The light change of her scent, the light tremor of her body when he came closer it was clear indications of what happened inside her.

A seductive game was developing between them. A game tacitly accepted and played by both of them, a game that had a lustful prize.

He leaned on the back of his seat. In fact he had to admit that he really didn't know her. Simply he was fascinated with the similarities and differences between the 'woman' he loved. He recognized her typical gestures, the way she bit her lower lip when she was concentrated on a task. But this Jane was different in many ways to the one he used to know. She was and wasn't his Jane. Behind this detective was a lifetime of different baggage.

Suddenly a somber thought startled him.

Could be another man in her life?

The possibility that somebody else share a side of her bed made him angry. Without being able to control himself, he rose hitting with both fists the table.

She jumped hearing the blow and spun her head. 'What the hell happens to this man?' Her eyes searched through the screen. 'He must be read something in the screen', it was the only logical explanation she could find to his behavior. Intuitively she followed a link and her eyes opened wide reading the page. She couldn't read to the end, abruptly the computer turned off, then the lights of the room, finally a metallic door fell cutting the exit.

His keen ears identified the high-hiss of the gas filling the sealed room, although his nose couldn't detect any scent. A profuse nauseous sensation invaded his abdomen and his legs couldn't hold his weight anymore. Without been able to stop her, he watched as Jane fell down fainted. Instinctively he covered her body with his own before losing his consciousness.

John Clayton tried to move but his legs didn't obey his brain's command. His eyes slowly and difficultly opened up. All around him was foggy, fuzzy and blurred. He shook his head but his perception didn't get better. Two unclear forms moved around him. At his right site he could glimpse a third silhouette. It was tied to the back of a seat, immobile with long auburn hair on its face. It took him two minutes to recognize her scent. "Jane…" he babbled.

"He wakes up!" An unknown male's voice annoyingly hummed near his right ear, "The gas didn't work correctly. It had kept him unconscious less than one hour."

"It was enough…"A female voice coldly commanded, "We can interrogate him first."

Five cold fingers grabbed his arms. He attempted to toss it way but the grip tightened every time he fought back. "Mr Clayton, it's futile what you do." Irritably the female voice grumbled. Something nailed on his forearm and a cold tickling sensation traveled across his arm growing through all his body. "Ok Mr. Clayton." A pale slender woman figure appeared in front of him. "My name is Katherine Pelotuda." Her finger skirted his muscular shoulders as she leered at him. After she done her job, he could become her sex-toy. She licked her lower lip imaging what she could do with him. "I have applied you a sophisticated version of what I like to call truth's serum. Every time I ask you something you will feel a compulsion of answering and you couldn't help but tell the truth. You can't lie to me darling."

"I never lie" He replied.

A laughter was her answer. "Really? We can do a little experiment." She slipped her hand under his shirt. "Do you want to play a doctor with me?"

"Katherine..." His cold eyes faced her as she beamed. "Katherine… I never liked that name…" He snorted freezing her movements. "I would never bed a woman with that name." He stated beyond doubts. Hesitantly she removed her hand from his skin. "Do you really believe that I would like to touch someone like you if I had someone like her?"

It was an unexpected answer. All she could do was asking back, "And who is she?"

"My wife…" He quickly assured.

The woman frowned. "That information is not in the Greystoke's files."

"Greystoke…"A smile leaned on his lips. "There are many things that my uncle ignores of me."

"Evidently," She rose slowly trying to put herself together, "Although he would love to know that the Claytons will have futures heirs…" She spun and typed on the computer. "What's her name?"

"Jane Porter"

Without looking at him she finished typing on the PC. "Ok the file is updated."

"Now we can go on with our business…" A male's voice playfully spoke behind John.

The fist smashed John's face for fourth time. "Answer the question!" Only a grunt came out of his mouth. The young Clayton was drugged and couldn't control what he said so he decided to be mute. Of course his silence didn't please his captors.

"What do you know about the operation?" The woman named Katherine annoyingly asked again. He was hard to break and she was tired of his resistance. Since the sequence of bumps didn't have effect on the heir she chose to change the tactic. "Ok, you don't want to cooperate with us so…" John's eyes followed her silhouette while she came closer to the fainted cop. She grabbed a nail, soaked it in a bold filled with an amber liquid and pricked Jane's arm saying, "It's time to wake up Mrs Clayton."

His warning grunt reached her ear. Katherine laughed. "You sound like an animal." His eyes focused on the feminine figure in front of him. The adrenaline ran furious through his blood vessel. "If you tell me what I need to know I won't have to hurt her…" She lied. Katherine had plans for this gorgeous man. But he was married and his wife didn't enter into her plans so she would make him widow.

Jane's mind reacted at Katherine's words in spite of her blunt brain. "Don't say anything. In the moment she finds out what she needs to know we will be dispensable and then she will kill us both."

Katherine's hand reacted slapping Jane's face, "Shut up bitch!"

Tarzan frantically rose charging against the woman but her bodyguard moved faster kicking his leg. John fell on the ground. "I can't believe he could move!" The hulk complained, "The gas didn't work."

As his vision became clearer Tarzan could watch the features of his captors. The pale faced woman with short dark hair approached to a table and grabbed a syringe with yellowish liquid inside. "Mr Clayton if you keep on this attitude I will let Robert have fun with your wife." Her cold and harsh voice warned him, "and you won't be able to do anything to stop him."

"I will kill you both if he touches a single hair of her."

Jane shivered hearing the tone of his voice. There was such passion. She didn't doubt that he could kill them. It was inexplicable but she felt envy of Mrs. Clayton. He had to love her so much.

Through her blurred vision the Detective observed as the woman kneeled and circled Clayton's head. He tried to bite her hand. The noise of his teeth's direct impact near Katherine flesh amused her. "Your husband is an animal Mrs Clayton." Jane raised her head realizing that she was 'Mrs. Clayton'. The woman licked her lower lip. "I'm eager to see how he behaves on my bed."

He grunted louder. Jane's cop brain interpreted that he was deliberately hiding her police condition. Probably he knew what he was doing so she followed the game as the woman came closer her holding something in her hand. "I'm all right honey, don't worry." Now was his turn to raise his head shocked.

"I hope you are more cooperative than your husband Mrs. Clayton." The woman warned as the syringe emptied its content into his forearm.

"What the hell…" The detective felt the stink, then a cold tickling sensation traveled across her arm growing through all her body. It was an odd sensation, like she was drunk.

"Ok" the annoyed female voice stated "you will answer all my questions."

But the voice faded being replaced by a fight's noise and some screams. Suddenly something gobbled the light of the room. "What happen?" No one said a word. She heard a door as it opened up, more screams and several guns shoots then completely silence. "What's going on here?"

Five minutes later, abruptly, her ties fell on the ground. Two powerful arms raised her. "Everything is gonna be alright." Clayton's husky voice lulled her.

Tenderly his lips brushed hers. Without thinking she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Her own reaction startled her.

He felt her shock. "How do you feel?"

"Horny" she couldn't stop saying.

He beamed seeing her confuse expression face. She had to wait for the explanation of what was happening to her. "We have to get out of here."

The outside light hit their eyes.

"Where are we?" her vision was still blurred.

"We are in a wood." He said as he ran carrying her in his arms.