A/N: SHOOP DA WHOOP! Had an epic at school today! COMMUNITY DAY! It was so funny…I got to see one of the teachers get sponged. It was hilarious.
Anyways, here is the next chapter. I'm feeling very confident now, since I have received so many lovely and encouraging reviews. Thank you! XD
Disclaimer: Nope. Not yet. It's top of my wish list, but still nothing. Nada. Nein. Zero. You get meh?
Jane's heart plummeted in his chest as he spun round to reveal the attacker himself, back in the house with them. Pulling Lisbon even closer to himself, Jane shrank back into the corner as far as he could possibly get from those piercing eyes. Fists clenched, teeth bared and muscles tensed, he was NOT happy in the least.
Taking in a deep breath, Patrick held up his head and tried to appear as nonchalant about the situation as he was able in his petrified state.
"What the hell have you done to her?" Jane screeched. Surprisingly, the protective body language and defiant feelings came easily to him. The man just scowled back and took a small, menacing step forwards. "Well? Who are you?" he pressed, feeling more and more powerless as the shadow grew larger. In his arms, Lisbon suddenly stirred gently, and her emerald eyes fluttered open. Patrick's heart skipped a beat as the glare of the light bouncing off the ice made her look so ethereally and incredibly beautiful, even in her sorry state. "J…Jane? Wh…what's…going on?" she asked, her eyes filling with panic as she caught sight of the horrifyingly familiar monster in the room with them.
"It's OK, Lisbon. Just…keep calm." 'Pft! Yeah, easy for you to say!' piped up the voice in his head. Teresa whimpered in agony and she clutched her neck, trying to relieve the pain. Jane stroked her cheek with his thumb and gazed deep into her eyes. "Trust me. Please." Lisbon stared back and after a few seconds, nodded weakly. Jane lifted his head to glare at him. Every ounce of hatred and anger in his body was put into that stare in hopes of scaring him away to avoid a confrontation. Following what had obviously happened before; this man was capable of anything, really.
In his mind, Jane started to formulate a plan. One that would hopefully get them both out alive without starting a fight. That really wasn't one of Jane's strong points! The small voice of his subconscious went haywire, seeking the answer in amongst all the jumbled up thoughts in Jane's head.
Survey the room. Is there anything that you can use as a means of escape? A few empty Glass bottles…One crate…Small length of rope…Wait, has Lisbon still got her handcuffs? Yes. She has. Is the door still open? Not Sure. Hopefully, because we may need to run. His body language…Look for a moment when he lets his guard down. His eyes…Hang on, they look strange. Almost like he can't focus on one thing for too long…Whoa, is he DRUNK? Perfect! That could work! Ok, what to do…What to do…What to do…Got it. Eureka!
"Lisbon." He whispered urgently. Her eyes flickered to his face and she sat up and leant against his shoulder for support. "Listen. I have an idea. I need your help. Can you stand up, do you think?"
She glanced down at her feet and shook off the small fragments of glass that remained embedded in her boots. Nodding tentatively, she slowly got to her feet, aided by Jane who also stood up. He reached out and gripped her hand. He leant in to whisper in her ear discreetly. His warm breath made her cold cheek tingle from the sudden close contact. She blinked to try and compose herself. "Ok. What I'm going to do is this. I'm going to provoke him and get him to focus his attention on me. I will try to lead him over to the right hand wall so that you can get behind him without him seeing you. Then, I want you to get one of those bottles on that shelf over there and smash it on his head. Try and knock him unconscious. Then we'll go from there." He spoke quickly and urgently and she nodded in agreement.
But then her face was a picture of worry. "Jane, I don't want you to get hurt like I was. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I let you do this and then he did something to you like he did me…" Her heart broke slightly at the mere thought of losing Patrick. An unfamiliar feeling was clouding her thoughts, and she couldn't think straight. Her mind was instantaneously turned to mush as she contemplated losing him. Her best friend. The one that she realised had always been there for her, even if he was the world's biggest pain in the ass at times. But most importantly, the only person left in the world that she knew she loved.
The thought pulled her up short. Loved… All she could manage was a single tear. She let it roll down her pale cheek, down to her chin and then it dripped down to the cold floor. Jane looked concerned and then gently wiped her face with his thumb. When their skin came into contact, she felt a spark cross between them. I'm in love with Patrick Jane…
The attacker was bored. Not to mention desperate. Desperate to kill again…And he had set his sights on Teresa Lisbon. He had let them have their little moment. His alcohol-infected brain said to attack. Now. He let out an almighty roar that resembled a rabid animal and he lunged forward. Lisbon let out a scream and Jane instinctively protected her body with his. They simultaneously dodged out of his grasp and then it was all go. Jane ran to the right and Lisbon to the left. Jane hollered and shouted obscenities at him, giving him every reason to leave Lisbon alone and change his target. When words seemed to be ineffective, Jane resorted to physical tactics. He hammered on his back and scratched at his bare arms.
With lightning speed, the man sprung forward and clamped his hand around Jane's neck. Lisbon screeched in fear for him, as his lips started to turn blue. He mind clouded over. He heart beat went insane and her breathing stopped entirely. Her muscles became useless. Jane was there in front of here, about to be choked to death. He was suffering because of her and yet she couldn't move.
NO! NO, NO, NO! Not Jane! Not now. Not here…Why didn't I come here alone? Why did I make him…No, LET him come with me? Please, God…Please let this all just turn out to be a nasty dream. Please let Patrick be somewhere else…Anywhere. Just somewhere other than here…There was something I was meant to do…something…I need to do SOMETHING! Teresa you fool, SNAP OUT OF IT! There was…he told me to…BOTTLES! The bottles!
Suddenly, her muscles sprang back to life. She jolted round and grabbed a filthy green glass bottle and gripped it hard with both hands. She turned. She raised her arms. She braced herself, and then she brought it down.
A loud smash split through the eerie silence. He howled in pain and slumped to the floor. Jane gasped as the oxygen once again filled his lungs. Lisbon stood in amongst the broken glass, her hands cut from the bottle as it smashed into a thousand pieces. She looked at Patrick, his face full of terror. Without thinking, she ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling him into a crushing hug, she let the tears fall. Jane returned the embrace without hesitation. As if by some unspoken agreement, Lisbon pulled her handcuffs out of the small pouch allocated on her belt and handed them to Jane. He bent down and locked one cuff around the assailant's wrist and the other to a pole that stretched across the whole of the far wall.
Shoving the door open, they grabbed each other's hand and then they ran.