A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. It's good to know people are still reading it and enjoying it!

Meanwhile, in the back of the van immediately after hitting the water, Steve struggled to his feet. Water was already gushing in from all directions. He went over to the rear doors and tried to open them, but it was no use. They were either locked or the water pressure outside was already too great.

He rushed unsteadily to the other end of the van, through water that was already a foot deep. Jesse was still sitting down amid the water.

"What are you doing?" Steve shouted over the rush of water.

"My feet are still tied!" Jesse yelled back with a note of panic in his voice.

Steve splashed back over to him. The van was sinking fast and the water was deeper by the second. The floor was starting to tilt as the front end was heavier than the rear and was sinking faster. Steve plunged his hands under the water and felt for Jesse's knot. The water had swollen the ropes and he couldn't tell which bit to pull.

Jesse's head was almost under the water now. "We need something to cut it," Steve yelled.

"We don't have anything sharp!" Jesse said.

Steve looked around in desperation, but there was nothing sharp that he could see. Jesse saw the hopelessness in his eyes, and pushed Steve's hands aside and tried again. He had to stick his head under the water to reach, and when he tried to come up for air the water was above his head. Steve grabbed him under the arm and hauled him upright. The water was now up to their chests.

Steve clambered over the now submerged backs of the front seats. It was no use trying to open the door, but he ducked under the water that was almost to the ceiling at the front and felt for the window handle. Thankfully, the windows in the van weren't electric, but manual. It was hard to get the motion underneath the water but Steve stayed down turning the handle until his lungs were burning before going up for air.

Or trying to. The van was almost completely full of water and Steve could only just get his mouth up to the tiny amount of air still stuck in the roof in order to suck some in. He felt movement beside him and realised that Jesse had managed to join him in the front of the van. With a 'gloop' the last of the air escaped from the van and it was completely submerged. Slowly it sank deeper under the water. Steve had managed to open the window wide enough to wriggle through and he did so, feeling Jesse right behind him. He shot upwards and surfaced on the top of a large lake. He gulped in great breaths of air thankfully.

However, Jesse did not appear. After what seemed like a long time but was probably only ten seconds or so, Steve dived down again. He could see the van on the bottom about fifteen feet down. The water was murky but he could see through it enough to observe Jesse struggling weakly three-quarters of the way out of the window.

Steve swam down to the window and tried to see what the problem was. One of Jesse's feet had got stuck around the seat belt and despite his struggles he wasn't twisting the right way to free it. Steve managed to get his arms in and separate the foot. Jesse shot upwards moving his legs like a dolphin as his ankles were still tied. Steve followed, surfacing beside him.

Jesse was floundering on the surface, not having the strength to tread water with only his arms. Steve pulled him towards the bank. Progress was slow because they were both exhausted, but eventually Steve made it to a part low enough to pull himself out. He grabbed a handful of reeds and heaved his body out of the water. Then he reached back and took hold of Jesse under his arms and pulled him out too.

Steve and Jesse collapsed on their backs amongst the reeds, looking up at the blue sky, getting their breath back. "You okay?" Steve puffed.

"I am now," Jesse said. He forced his aching body into a sitting position and looked out across the lake. He could see no sign of a building anywhere and the ground around the lake was growing thick with trees. "That's where we must have been pushed in," he said, pointing.

Steve lifted his head to look. A short way around the bank from them he could see a high dirt bank, presumably with a track running along it. It was about a six foot drop to the water. Felt much further when we were dropping, he thought.

"I can't see anyone around, can you?" Jesse asked, causing Steve to focus more on their immediate predicament. He scanned the area quickly.

"No. They are either hiding in wait for us somewhere or they assumed we were dead when the van went down. Let's hope it's the latter," Steve said.

Jesse reached down to his ankles and located the troublesome knot again. Without the pressure of being in a sinking van the knot came undone easily and Jesse looked sheepishly at Steve. "That was nearly the end of me," he said.

"It wasn't though," Steve said. There was a cold wind despite the clear sky and he was beginning to feel cold in his soaking clothes. He stripped off his shirt and wrung it out as best he could, then did the same for his socks, while Jesse did likewise.

"Heaven knows where we are," Steve commented. "Come on, we need to find a main road and hitch a lift. I want to get back to LA and to the warehouse before they all disappear."

"We better," Jesse said with a grin, feeling back to his usual self now the main danger had passed, despite all that had happened. "I don't want to have gone through all that for nothing."

Squelching, they headed for the dirt track, then followed it in the direction they thought they had come from. About a mile later they emerged onto a tarmacked road. It was quiet, but Steve could see a car approaching in the distance.

Steve stepped into the road as it grew nearer and thankfully it pulled to a stop. Steve went over to the driver's window. "I'm Lieutenant Steve Sloan with the LAPD," he explained. "There's been an incident, I need to get to the city straight away."

The driver looked at Steve's dripping clothes, and Jesse in the background in a similar state, with uncertainty.

"I'll pay to have your car cleaned, please, this is an emergency!" Steve said, correctly guessing the nature of the man's reluctance.

"I guess so, I'm headed that way," the driver conceded, still unhappy about it, but Steve didn't give him a chance to change his mind, and jumped in the back seat while Jesse ran around the car and got in the other side.

"What's the time?" Jesse enquired, answering his own question by peering over the front seat at looking at the clock on the dash. "Whoa, almost six o'clock? I'd lost all track of time."

"Being tied up in the back of a van does that to you," remarked Steve. "I need to borrow your cell," he said to the driver, as the car moved off.