Disclaimer: I still don't own Sam or Jo, I wish I did though, it's becoming depressing keep saying I don't! I do own Gregson and Mackenzie.

Chapter 7:

"I cant believe I'm actually letting you do this, Jo this is madness, what are you gonna say when they ask what happened?"

Jo suddenly realised that they had not thought of a reason for her being on crutches. She sensed the truth wouldn't go down too well. "You better help me think of something, and fast. They're in the house and they've probably seen us arrive by now, so we need to think quickly."

"Or I could just start the car and take you somewhere else, you're forgetting that I'm in charge of the wheel here."

"Sam…" The brunette paused, "shit the doors opening. If we go now the investigation's screwed."

"Fine. Just tell them the truth." On seeing Jo's expression she added, "Well, part of the truth, just tell them you sprained your ankle."

Sam got out of the vehicle and went around to Jo's side of the car. She looked up to find Gregson and Mackenzie watching her with slight confusion.

"Mr Mackenzie, Mr Gregson, I apologise that we couldn't get here any earlier, we've been at the hospital you see, Jo's sprained her ankle." While saying this Sam had been helping Jo to get out of the car, revealing the brunette, complete with a pair of metal crutches.

Danny Gregson gasped on seeing her injured, no matter how much hatred he thought he felt towards the woman, he was genuinely concerned when he realised she was hurt. "Jo, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I really don't see why I need these to be honest." She said while tapping her crutches on the floor.

Mackenzie sensed that Gregson was becoming emotional towards Jo, restless at this, he cut in. "Why don't the two of you come inside. It's cold out here."

Neither woman was aware of the trap they were willingly walking into. After the events that had happened since they were asked there, Jo had completely forgotten how apprehensive she had previously been about the situation.

The door clicked shut behind them and Sam immediately sensed tension, although she didn't have long to contemplate it as she quickly felt a hand over her mouth. She attempted to scream, knowing that Jo, who was in front of her, hadn't noticed. All that the blonde could manage was a few muffled noises, but it was enough to grab the DC's attention, who turned back to face her as quickly as she could.

"Quick, grab her." Mackenzie yelled at Gregson who was standing behind Jo, the pair were both frozen out of shock, although even if they weren't, it wasn't as if Jo was going anywhere fast.

Pulling himself together, Gregson did as he was ordered and grabbed a hold of Jo, placing one hand over her mouth, as Mackenzie had done to Sam. Jo tried to struggle, but her efforts were useless, she might have had a chance of fighting the young man off, as he was quite shocked at what was happening, but being on crutches made her attempts pointless.

Sam felt stupid, here she was, remembering Jo's concerns about this meeting, watching the injured brunette struggle with her captor, while she was doing nothing to attempt to break free from the hold she was in. Coming to her senses, Sam began to fight back against the large male grabbing hold of her, but all that resulted in was his grip tightening. The petite blonde found she had to give in as he had his hand so tightly across her mouth she was struggling to breath. Sam wished she had taken the DC's concerns seriously earlier and arranged some kind of back up, instead, they were stuck here and no one knew where they were.

Jo suddenly flashed back to the alleyway, she suddenly remembered the text she had sent Jack when she had first arranged the meeting with Gregson and Mackenzie. She was so thankful that she had gone against Sam and requested back up if they were not heard from, although, that still gave them an hour before anyone would arrive. From cases she had worked on previously, she was only too aware that one-hour was plenty of time to do some serious damage, or worse, kill.

Sam felt so guilty for bringing Jo here with no back up; she had endangered the woman she loved. Sam instantly realised that she had never told Jo that earlier. Jo had known she had meant to say that, but she had never actually admitted it. If they didn't find a way to escape, which wouldn't be easy with Jo on crutches, she may never get the chance to say those three little words. The thought crushed Sam, that she may never get to tell Jo the extent of how she felt towards her, she could only be glad that she had told her some of it earlier. She wouldn't be able to bear the thought that she might have died and never admitted to Jo that she had feelings for her. She was abruptly brought back down to earth, she still could die, and so could Jo, she was the only one that could get them out now, and she had to think fast.

Mackenzie began to lead Sam into another room; Gregson followed, pulling Jo with him. The pair of them sat the two women down on chairs they had set out in advance. They still had their hands over the women's mouths. "If we take our hands away, we need to be sure you won't scream. Now you wouldn't do anything that stupid, would you?" Mackenzie patronised. The two women shook their heads, and shortly after, felt the hand over their mouths be relaxed and moved. Picking up the duck tape they had left on the floor next to the chairs, Mackenzie taped Sam's ankles and wrists to the chair.

Sam instantly detested the fact that her freedom was taken away from her, not wanting Jo to go through the same thing, she bravely spoke out. "Please, don't tape her ankles. She's injured one of them, it's very swollen, and you can see that. She can't walk without the crutches so she's not gonna go anywhere. Please, don't injure her any more."

Jo was touched at the worried tone she heard in Sam's voice when she pleaded her case. She was also very grateful that Sam was trying to stop her from being taped, she couldn't stand being restricted. It would drive her insane.

"I think she's right Paul, we don't wanna hurt her any more." Gregson sounded genuinely concerned about the welfare of the woman, no matter how much she had betrayed him.

"Hurt her? We're not gonna hurt them Danny, we're gonna kill them."

"Please, don't make me tape her." Gregson sounded almost as worried about Jo as Sam had. Almost as worried, there was no way anyone could sound quite as concerned as Sam had. She truly cared about Jo, truly loved her.

Mackenzie reluctantly gave into Sam and Gregson's request. "You'll still have to tape he wrists though," he said to Gregson.

He hesitantly complied, loosely taping the brunette's wrists to the chair.