Natalie woke up some time later to find that at some point during their nap, she had snuggled more closely into Joe's body, and he had wrapped his free arm around her. When she raised up her head to look at him, she realized he was already awake.

Which meant he was consciously and willingly holding her. Natalie wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Hey."

"Hi. How long have you been awake?"

"Just a few minutes." Joe realized he was still holding onto her while she was awake and dropped his arm quickly. "How do you feel now?"

"Everything hurts." Natalie moaned, wiggling around on the floor trying to get comfortable.

"We have got to get up and move." Joe said.

"What did you have in mind? Jazzercise?" Natalie snorted.

"Let's start by standing up."

Slowly, Joe and Natalie helped each other to their feet. They attempted to stretch out, but they reached toward the floor at the same time.

And they whacked their heads together.

"Ow. Fuck." Joe said, grasping his head.

Natalie rubbed the top of her head with a wince. "Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing we've ever done."

"We're going to have to move together."

"Like how?"

"Let's dance." Joe suggested.

Natalie scoffed. "You must be joking."

"It doesn't have to be fancy. Just… Like this."

Joe put his free hand on the small of Natalie's back and pulled her closer to him. He laced the fingers of their handcuffed hands together and held them to his chest. Natalie rested her free hand uncertainly on his shoulder, and they moved together in a circle.

"This is awkward as hell without music." Natalie complained.

"Well, I could sing for you. Who's your favorite?"

Natalie smirked. "Are you asking which favorite musician's work I'd like you to slaughter for me?"

"Ouch. Fine, if you won't pick one, I will. How about Billy Joel?"

"Makes sense that you'd pick that one. Fellow Bronx kid."

Joe looked surprised. "I never told you I was from the Bronx."

"Have you heard yourself talk?" Natalie laughed.

"Ouch again."

"Besides… I had access to your personnel file for a long time. I know a lot more about you than you realize."

"Care to share?"

"No, I have to keep what I know to myself until I need it. Go ahead and try the singing."

"This night is mine… It's only you and I…" Joe sang softly and close to Natalie's ear. "Tomorrow is a long time away… This night can last forever…"

"Perfect choice of song." Natalie chuckled as soon as she realized what song he was singing. "This night has lasted forever."

"It could be morning now. Who the hell knows?"

"When I pictured ways this riot could go, us slow dancing together in handcuffs while you sang a Billy Joel song in my ear wasn't one of them." Natalie commented with a shake of her head.

"Stiletto would be a good choice for you." Joe changed tunes and began singing the other song. "She cuts you hard, she cuts you deep, she's got so much skill… She's so fascinating that you're still there waiting when she comes back for the kill."

"That one really needs a piano to do it justice." Natalie pointed out.

"I never realized how high your stilettos really are." Joe brushed a stray curl out of her face as they continued to dance around the floor. "You're not at eye level with me when they're off. I actually have to look down at you, just a little bit."

"I can put them back on if it makes you feel more comfortable when I'm giving off a more threatening vibe."

"It's certainly more familiar to me." Joe smirked.

They danced without for a few minutes, with Joe softly humming a tune Natalie couldn't name in the background. Their slow, gentle movements and the hum of his throat was calming and peaceful.

Until Natalie screamed.

"A MOUSE! Kill it!" Natalie shrieked, pointing at a small, furry grey animal on the floor.

Joe quickly turned, startled, and laughed when he saw the tiny mouse. "You're seriously afraid of mice?"

"They're disgusting! What's in here that you can kill it with?"

"So, you want a dead mouse in here with us?"

"Better than a live one!"

"He's gone. You probably scared the shit out of him by screaming. He crawled through that hole right there." Joe said, pointing to the wall.

"He probably has a whole family in there." Natalie shuddered.

"They're just mice."

"I'm starting to get claustrophobic. I was okay for a while, but we've been in here too long, and I'm starting to freak out."

"Have you always been claustrophobic?"

"I had to have an MRI when I was injured playing basketball in high school. I thought they were going to leave me in there, and I've had claustrophobia at times ever since."

"Nat, just relax." Joe chuckled. "This is a castle compared to the Poo."

"What if they never let us out?"

"They'll let us out. Worst case scenario, someone finds us when the riot's over."

"What if they don't think to check the closets, and we die in here, and our bodies get eaten by the mice?"

"I think the lack of real sleep and food are going to your head." Joe said gently. "You're being ridiculous. You know they'll sweep the entire place multiple times."

Natalie sank down to the floor, pulling Joe down beside her. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her face against them.

"Nat?" Joe's tone went from amused to concerned. He'd never seen Natalie be afraid of anything. "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm really about to lose it."

Songs mentioned/quoted are by Billy Joel… No infringement intended. They were "This Night" and "Stiletto." Look them up on YouTube and have a listen.