A/N: Thank you Habeous Corpus, needs-him-001 and Katharen Silver for taking the time to review this little story! I'm sorry the chapters are a bit short.

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Chapter 3.

A mobile started to ring and was quickly silenced by gruff, "Talk to me."

"She's staying in. She just had a bath and is going to bed. It's up to your end now", was the answer. The man who had answered the call flipped his mobile shut and looked at the two other men in the car with him and nodded. They got out of the car to the quiet street and silently slipped to the shadows, without anyone noticing.

Jane had gotten home and immediately a heaviness descended on him. It always felt like the injustice of the world, all the grief and anger made his shoulders their home the minute he stepped in. He left his keys to the small table next to the door, which was the only furniture in sight. He walked through the dark echoes without a glance to his surroundings to climb up the stairs to arrive to the bedroom. He didn't bother switching on the light, it wouldn't help stopping the intrusion by grinning red face into his dreams anyway. He didn't bother changing as he wouldn't be able to sleep. He would just have a little nap and then sort out the paperwork and think about going to a hotel. He tiredly lowered himself on the mattress and closed his eyes. Soon the silence of the night was only disturbed by steady breathing.

A soft clicking noise vibrated through the empty rooms, but did not disturb the dreaming man upstairs. Three silent shadows stepped in and took in the lack of furniture or anykind of decoration.

"What's going on with this guy?", one of the men whispered softly only to be hushed by the other two. The men quickly went through the ground floor to make sure that there was nobody else in the house. The street lights made sure that they didn't need to use torches. Once they were satisfied with the emptiness of the floor they moved up towards the first floor. The stairs were quiet and the men softly walked through the empty rooms until they came to the end of the corridor and to a half open door. They were starting to doubt that anyone lived in this house, but through the door they could see a mattress. And a man sleeping on it.

One of the men took out a rag and tipped something into it making sure that he didn't inhale it. He quietly inched towards the door, but the man inside didn't stir. It took only few steps to hold the rag in front of the face of the man, who never woke up.

"Why didn't you just slap the rag down? Why be nice?", one of the men growled to which the other one answered shortly, "Orders, this leaves no signs of struggle. And don't get me wrong, his future doesn't hold too many pleasant things".

The men were rolling the man around to get a good hold of him so they could efficiently carry him out and to their car without drawing too much attention. They had expected to find a rug or a curtain to wrap their target in, but now they had to improvise. When they were leaving the room, they saw a red smiley on the wall to which one of the men commented, "This dude is seriously screwed up".

"What were you expecting? No sane man would talk to boss like he did", came the answer ceasing the talk until they were back in their car. The street was still quiet and the shadows undisturbed. The men drove away quietly without switching on the headlights. The man in the back seat carried on sleeping.

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Jane was slowly surfacing from the deepness. He struggled in between the grey area of sleep and waking, which was unusual to him, but so was the grogginess and the heaviness of his limbs. He tried to shift his arms resulting only in a minimal movement. He slowly woke up to the realisation that he was sitting up in a chair, tied up.

Jane opened his eyes tiredly, barely able to get them open to only be blinded by a bright light, which made him to squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He tried to use his other senses to figure out what was going on as he obviously wasn't where he was expecting to wake up. He could smell damp earth and concrete. He couldn't hear anything. Except for someone else breathing. His eyes opened again, this time more carefully, trying to see where he was, but he could only see a concrete wall in front of him, a concrete floor under him and he was just about to turn his head to look around when he heard an amused chuckle behind him.

"Good morning, Mr. Jane. You have been keeping us waiting".

TBC