Jane stood there by the door that was still open; he wasn't sure what he made of the place just yet. It was awful, he thought, there was no way he was going to stay here longer then needs be. After a minute he sighed and shook his head, walking across to go see how Lisbon was. Some colour had seemed to come back to her, which Jane took as a good sign. It was then that he realized that they had only been given one room, and that Lisbon probably wouldn't be very happy about that since there was only a double bed in the room. Smiling at the thought he sat down beside Lisbon on the bed.

Here he was in a red room of Grave Hill House; red curtains hung over the two windows, which looked out over the roof of the veranda onto the lawn. There was a large red rug on the floor, and the bed spread he was sitting on was red.

Jane wondered what nightmares where waiting, shadowed in those high corners of the wall. He shook his head; really he needed to get some sleep. He never thought like this, but the place was just so depressing and evil looking that one could not help but think these things. Slipping off his shoes, he leaned back on the bed. Turning, he faced Lisbon, she lay there sleeping peacefully.

Jane wasn't sure how much time had gone by now, his eyes were closed, and he was slowly beginning to nod off, it wasn't often he could nod off without medication, since he had insomnia. Mrs Carlen had said that tea was waiting for him, but he didn't really feel like leaving Lisbon up here, he wasn't sure how she'd take waking up in a place she didn't know, all by herself. Sure she was a cop, but he didn't need her jumping to conclusions, and that when he came back she'd be hiding behind a door or something, and wack him over the head thinking he was someone he wasn't.

He was just about in dream land when a sudden pain surged through his shoulder, his eyes shot open; the first thing that came into sight was a very unhappy face.

"Glad to have you back." He grinned at her.

"Where the heck are we?" Lisbon asked getting up from the bed, "Have I died and been sentenced to hell with you?" she asked, eyeing the wooden cat figures, and the red room they were in.

"How do you feel?" he asked, ignoring her later comment.

"I'm fine; I just want to know where we are." She looked pretty peeved off.

Raising himself into a sitting position he watched her as she paced around the room.

"You sure, because you stopped the car, and said you didn't feel well, then you just passed out, and you wouldn't wake up."

Stoping her pacing around the room, she looked thoughtful for a minute before answering.

"I remember driving, then I saw this large black object run across the road, I don't know what it was, but when I stopped, a sudden pain went through my neck and that's it I don't remember anything else after that." She told him, "Now, where are we?"

Deciding to drop the subject for now Jane got up from the bed, placing his hands in his vest pockets. "This, my dear, is Grave Hill House." Lisbon's head shot up at the mention of the name.

"You mean that David Logins is here, in this house?"

"Yes, but apparently he's already asleep, he gave us this room to stay in for the night." Lisbon right eyebrow rose at this.

"What, both of us in this room."

"Yup."

"I bet you didn't even bother asking for two rooms did you?" The anger was back in her voice again.

"Well I hope you know that you will be sleeping on the floor, there's no way you're sleeping in the same bed with me."

"Really, you're going to make me sleep on the cold hard floor, where I might catch myself the death of a cold?" Lisbon was about to reply to that in a not so lady like manner when she suddenly seemed to realized something.

"You said apparently David is already sleeping, so I'm guessing you haven't met him yet?

"No I haven't, I've only met the caretakers of this hellhole." He replied.

"Well let's see if we can find them, because like I said earlier I'm not sharing a bed with you." She voiced before storming out of the room and into the hall. Jane ran out after her and soon fell into step beside her.

"You didn't seem to mind snuggling up to me an hour ago." She stopped abruptly just before the steps, when she had turned her head at him he gave her an innocent smile.

"There's no way in the world I would have snuggled up to you." She blurted out faster then she should have. "And hell would have to freeze over, then unfreeze and freeze over again before I ever did." She added a bit slower this time.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say we were in Count Dracula's lair?" She muttered changing the subject.

"You know he's just a make believe story character, right?" Jane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, and here I thought he spent all his weekends here." She replied sarcastically.

They continued the rest of the way downstairs in silence, once at the bottom of the stairs they passed the wooden figures that Jane had seen when he had entered the house.

"Charming figures they have around here." Lisbon murmured. "So from here which way do you think it is to the kitchen?" she asked, looking around only to see that all the doors leading out of the room they were now in were closed.

Before Jane could answer there was a sudden noise from behind them. Lisbon instantly reached for her gun, which should have been in her holster, but only grabbed at air.

"Where's my gun?" She hissed at Jane.

"Must still be in the car, probably came out of your holster while you were sleeping on the back seat." He told her.

"Great" she muttered, as she headed over to the front door, turning and then tugging, she got the front door open, it was just as heavy as it looked. "Keep this open," she said over her shoulder to Jane.

There were two candles that where lit outside the door, picking one up she started heading for the stairs that lead to the ground, just as she was about to descend them there was a loud bang behind her, turning around she saw that the door had closed.

"What the heck Jane, I said keep it open." She growled.

"Oh did you, I went to get a candle, I only just came out now." He told her, still grinning that cheesier cat grin of his. He could see that her face was thin with anger.

"Why, it's a full moon tonight, it's not like you can't see anything out here, besides there were two candles just outside the door, see?" She held up the candle she was holding, he just shrugged. They were both still standing on the veranda; they could see where Jane had parked their car from there.

Lisbon started heading down the stairs and out towards where the car was parked. Jane followed after her, keeping in step behind her, she seemed to be in a pretty foul mood, and he decided ticking her off further might end up with him getting a bullet.

Somehow the place wasn't quite as bad as it had seemed when he had first got here, he guessed it must have just been the fact that Lisbon had passed out for unknown reasons, and it had put strain on him, causing him to over react to everything, Lisbon didn't seem to be all that worried about the appearance of the house, he thought.

"Where's the key's" she asked, holding her hand out for him to place them into it.

Putting his hands into his trouser pocket he pulled out the car keys, and gave them to her. Unlocking the car with the keys Lisbon searched the car for her gun. After a few minuted of frustration and cursing coming out of the car she turned around and faced Jane.

"It's not in the car." She told him, in one way he was glad she didn't have her gun, he wasn't sure if he'd have been safe. Then again if it wasn't in the car, then that meant someone had to have taken it, which wasn't a very comforting thought either.

"What's that?" Lisbon hissed.

There had been a sound somewhere to the left of them, with or without her gun Lisbon had gone into agent mode, getting in front of Jane, and scouting out the situation, just then something came out of the trees and run straight for them, moving back quickly she collided with Jane who had been right behind her. Lisbon suddenly fell to the ground, somehow Jane had managed to stay up longer then her, before he also fell down, landing on top of her. Opening his eyes he saw that his face was inches away from hers.

"Get off of me." She breathed; her face expressed pure raw anger.

"What if whoever is out there has your gun?" He really didn't want to move just yet, this was way to amusing.

"It was a moose Jane; now get the heck off of me." She growled, that defiantly wasn't a voice to mess with.

"How do you know it was a moose?" He asked slowly rising himself off of her.

"I could smell it, how the heck did you think I could tell, I have eye you know, I'm not blind."

"Wow, whose touchy today." He quipped.

Lisbon ignored him; locking the car doors again she headed back towards the veranda.

"So," Jane began, glancing over at Lisbon, who still seemed pretty angry at the moment. "Do you believe in ghost?"

"What?" She asked.

"Do you believe in ghost?" he asked again.

"I'm not a little girl Jane, there are no such things as ghost." Before Jane could say something back in reply, the large door opened.

"Agent's welcome to Grave Hill House."

Okay chapter 2, yay two chapters done :D

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