A/N - Thanks for reviews as always :) You guys ready for stuff to get serious?
Just a warning, there's a fair bit of swearing in this. And sorry for how short this is, but I split it up this way for a reason. Enjoy ;)
When Jane walked back into the bedroom, hair still damp, he found a dry Lisbon curled up on the bed, fast asleep, a smile on her face. He gently kissed her on the cheek and left her a note on the bedside table, cleaning up the broken mug before he left.
"Had to go check in on things at work. Will be back with coffee, strawberries and a tonne of kisses shortly.
xx"
She was still so happy when she woke up. The second she opened her eyes, she said his name, testing her voice, hearing it ring in the silence.
"Patrick?" she said, louder this time. Her eyes wandered over to the note on the table beside her. She grinned as she read the two short sentences.
Lisbon was about to get out of bed when she heard a soft bang. Thinking nothing of it, she got up, heading toward the kitchen. However, just before she reached the end of the hallway, what sounded like the front door being slammed open froze her on the spot. What was that?.
She stupidly patted around her waist, trying to reach for her gun, which obviously wasn't there; she and Jane were yet to even look at the box with all of her cop paraphernalia, including her various guns. Not even one! she thought, furious at her own stupidity.
Suddenly, there were voices, and footsteps.
"Nice work, baby! I think that's a personal best!"
A chill ran down Lisbon's spine. She knew that voice from somewhere.
"This bitch won't know what hit her."
His voice brought clarity. It was Cole and Marie, the two dating car thieves who had almost killed her months ago. Weaponless, Lisbon was too frightened to continue onto the front part of the house where they were, to see exactly what they were doing.
They continued talking to each other, not bothering to lower their voices.
"Baby, can I have the gun?"
"Go grab a knife from the kitchen."
Crap. They were armed… and she wasn't.
"Let's check the office first, there's probably a safe or some shit in there."
"I hope she gets home before we're finished. The stupid conniving bitch. I want to watch the life leave her eyes." They both laughed.
Oh no. Oh no no no. Lisbon backed away slowly, back into the bedroom. She silently shut the door behind her, praying to God they wouldn't hear her. She was panicking; she was defenceless, she was alone, and they were going to kill her if they found her.
Her phone! At least one thing had gone right. Lisbon raced across the room to grab her cell, and dialled Jane's number. As soon as he picked up, she spoke before he could.
"Jane," she whispered, "how far are you from home?"
"Teresa? I'm in the car. About five minutes away. Didn't you see the note?"
"People have broken into the house, and I-I don't have my gun, and if they find me-"
"Lisbon, please calm down. You'll be alright, okay? Hang up and call the police, I'll be there in a minute."
"No, no, I can't hang up, Jane, I'm in the bedroom. I'm scared and I don't have my gun and-" BANG. Another door being slammed. "Jane! Oh my god!"
"You are going to be fine. I'm a few streets away, I promise. You're in the bedroom? Get under the bed, and hang up, and call the police."
"Fuck yes!" Cole's victory shout echoed around the house.
"Jane!"
"Lisbon! Get a grip! You are not dying! Get the hell under the bed!"
The line went dead.
A/N #2 - Confused yet? ;)
