A/N: Thank you for reviewing: Sophie Fatale, Kim892, needs-him-001 and MissNitaGirl, you are all so kind! :) From now on, this story will take a nose dive towards dark themes and our beloved Jane will suffer. Be warned.

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Chapter 4.

Jane tensed up hearing the man's voice. It was familiar and with it came association of threat and danger, but for the cotton wool filling his head he couldn't straight away come up with a name to go with the voice.

"Thank you for letting me sleep, but could you now release me so I could stretch my legs a bit?", Jane responded with a cheery tone while trying to crane his neck to be able to see the man who had tied him up.

"In a minute, be patient", came a reply and Jane could practically hear the dark grin on the man's face. Then man walked into his line of vision and it began to dawn to Jane that he might be in real trouble. His mind flashed back to a moment a week ago, in front of the lifts at CBI:

Cullpepper looked to the right, staring at Jane.

"You should be more careful when you talk to people", he said to which Jane shrugged and replied "Meh, I feel pretty safe here, what are you going to do?"

Culpepper kept staring at Jane and said, "You think I care where we are?"

Jane was getting slightly uncomfortable under the close scrutiny of this criminal, but then saw Lisbon walking towards the lifts with the Doverton family and felt immediately more confident and flippantly responded, "Go ahead, do something you miserable little sadist."

Culpepper didn't outwardly react to his words, but just kept his eyes on him and said with the same even tone that he had used for the whole time, " Sometime when you least expect it, I'll find you" and stepped into the lift leaving Jane standing, worried for a second, but soon forgot the whole episode when he delved back into their case.

"Mr. Culpepper. If you wanted to have a chat, I'm sure we could have met in more pleasant surroundings", Jane acknowledged the man standing in front of him wearing his cowboy hat.

"We are going to have a chat, but I made sure that nobody will interrupt us. You made this meeting a little difficult. You don't like to be alone, do you? This was the first instance that we could approach you without the lovely agent Lisbon at your side. And before you even think about it, she won't be coming to the rescue", Culpepper was still talking in a very reasonable tone. When Lisbon's name came up, Jane had stiffened up and alarm flitted across his face.

"Leave Lisbon out of this, she's got nothing to do with you", Jane said as forcibly as he could for a man who is tied up. Alarmed that she didn't know to take any precautions leaving her practically vulnerable to these mad men.

"Oh, I'm going to. She is going to enjoy a completely relaxing weekend without being bothered by anyone in her team. We are going to have the whole weekend to ourselves, before she notices that you are gone. And she isn't the one who needs to have a lesson in how not to talk to people", Culpepper responded his voice getting darker and quieter.

Jane was now getting worried as it was true that nobody would miss him until Monday when he didn't show up at work. He had to get out of this mess all by himself. Just when he came to that conclusion, his bindings were cut and he was roughly lifted up from behind by two men. He couldn't physically fight his way out so he had to talk his way out. That thought brightened his thoughts until he had a gag tied across his mouth.

"I know about your tricks in talking to people and making them do what you want, confusing them. I also know about your tricks with hypnosis, so I'm taking care of that. The gag will do for now", Culpepper finished ominously and nodded to the two men. They dragged Jane to the opposite wall where Jane noticed shackles were hanging from the ceiling. The other piece of furniture apart from the chair where he had been sitting just a moment ago, was a wooden table close to the shackles that had a variety of things on it. When they got closer, Jane's eyes widened in horror as he took in the selection of different knives and tools. He didn't have time to struggle when the two men lifted his hands up and secured the shackles around his wrists. One of the men then winded the chain so that Jane had to stand on the tip of his toes to reach the floor, his arms stretched up painfully.

"How did that little stretch of your legs feel like? I hope it was good", Culpepper said focusing his attention on the things on the table,shuffling things around until finally picking up a knife.

Jane was shaking his head from side to side, pulling the chains and shackles, trying to get away from the situation as finally his flight reaction took over, but the two men held him in place so that he could only watch in horror as Culpepper approached him with a knife in his hand.

"Now that I have your attention, I will make sure that you will stay put and will not try to run", Culpepper said in a pleasant voice and gestured to the two men, who rotated Jane around so that he was facing the wall.

A searing pain attacked his left ankle, immediately proceeding to his right ankle. The pain was overwhelming, burning and Jane's screams were muffled by the gag as his legs gave way leaving him hanging from his wrists painfully pulling his shoulders.

Jane was turned around again to face the smiling face of Culpepper who was still holding a bloody knife in his hands.

"Your hamstrings are now cut, so don't even think about walking. And do not worry about the blood, I didn't hit any arteries so there is no chance for you to bleed out quickly", Culpepper grinned at Jane who was still struggling with the pain in his ankles and in his shoulders.

"I should think that you will dislocate your shoulders soon", he continued while motioning to his men to come closer, "and that will make you pass out so we might as well give your next lesson now".

Jane tried to brace himself what was to come next, but he wasn't a man of physical activity and he knew he couldn't tolerate pain as well as for example Lisbon could. He could only close his eyes and scream against his gag while tears were streaming down his face as the two men descended on him and the punching and the hitting started.

He felt the punches raining against his chest, his stomach and he was hit in the head multiple times, but he only sank into a blessed unconsciousness when he felt his ribs snapping and piercing something inside and at the same time his left shoulder dislocated.

The darkness took over and his last thought was, "Oh Lisbon, I don't want you to find me like this".

TBC