Okay, well, I was meant to do my coursework instead of write this, but oh well, the reviews I got made me want to write the next chapter before school started again :) So here it is :) I'm trying to slowly increase the length of my chapters, cause they're not really long enough, but this is the longest one I've done so far :) I'm actually a little stuck on what the next chapter will be about, but I'm thinking it over and I have a basic idea :) Just need to add more detail to it.

Also, I've been thinking that after I finish this story, I may do a few one-shots, just some cute Rob and Jess fluff or a lemon or two [ ;) ] before starting a new story. Well, if I write any more stories. I dunno, I'll ask for your opinions when I finish this one :)

Anyway, I'm getting slightly side tracked. Thank you for the reviews, all of them were greatly appreciated and are the reason that this is being uploaded now instead of Monday! *Round of applause for you all* LOL.

Happy reading!

Robs grip on my hand tightened as we stared ahead at the tall, daunting man that was blocking the doorway. We were stuck.

My breathing quickened as I stared down at the huge gun in his hands. Please don't shoot Rob I thought to myself, panicking. I prepared myself to jump in front of him at the first sign of any dangerous movement. I wasn't going to let Rob get hurt.

Rob took a small step back, and tensed his body, squaring his shoulders and stared at the man.

"Where do you think you're going?" the tall man questioned, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

Rob ignored his question. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Zemar. But I suppose she already knew that," cocking his head in my direction, "She's Lightning Girl after all." He spat the words out, mocking and violent. "I suppose you're her boyfriend?"

Rob just nodded, giving my hand a comforting squeeze, his eyes still fixed on Zemar.

"Where's the key you used to open the door with? You couldn't have kicked it open. It's too strong." he asked with a loud, stern voice. "Hand it over, now."

Rob hesitated slightly, and then sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large metal key, and placed it into Zemar's outstretched hand. He grasped his hand around it, and then shoved it deep into his own pocket.

"Well, I need to go find out what we plan on doing with him," he said, eyeing Rob with disgust. "Who knows, we might even get to kill him too." The blood in my veins turned ice cold as I thought about this, and my breathing hitched, chocking on the cold air.

He turned around and left the room, double checking the door was secure before walking off.

Rob stared at the large metal door for a minute longer, before turning around to face me.

I stared into his soft pale blue eyes. We stood in comfortable silence for a few seconds, taking in each other's presence. I didn't know how to feel – happy because Rob was here, or sad because now we were both going to die.

I took a small step towards him, and raised my hand to his face, holding it against his warm, soft cheek. His eyes looked tired - but beautiful nonetheless – as he stared down at my face.

He responded by loosely wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning down to place a gentle, loving kiss on the part of my forehead that was least covered with blood.

"How did you find me?" I asked gently, trying not to ruin the unexpected peacefulness of this moment.

"When you didn't come home I started to worry. I tried calling but you had left your phone on the nightstand. And I remembered you saying you were going food shopping, so I went to the store to ask if they had seen you," he said, his face inches from mine, our noses rubbing together gently. "I saw your bike parked outside, so I assumed you were in there. But when I went in to look, I couldn't find you anywhere." His warm breath tickled my lips. "So I asked one of the employees if they had seen you, and they said they saw you leave hours ago."

"So I went home," he continued, beginning to plant light kisses on my face between sentences, "to see if you had come back when I was at the store. But you still weren't there."

He pulled his head back up and stared at me again, raising one hand to push some of my hair from my eyes, before placing it back round my waist. "And then your phone, that you left on the nightstand, started ringing. I checked the caller ID, and it was Kranzt. So I picked it up. When I told him you were missing, he explained everything, and I realised what must have happened. You should have told me, you know."

I felt guilty about not telling him, but I avoided the subject. "But that still doesn't explain how you found me," I said, shaking my head. "I mean, how did you know I was here? There's a million other places I could have been."

"Oh," he replied, "Well, I asked Kranzt if he had any idea – any idea at all – of where you might be. And he told me about this place," Rob said, briefly looking to the door, before directing his gaze back to me. "He said that a different terrorist group had escaped before, and they had found them here. He doubted that these people would have you here, but I had to check. And, well, here you are."

I stared at him in silence, taking in his calm expression, his soft pink lips, his dazzling light blue eyes, and his dark brown hair. God, I loved him - everything about him. Even his flaws. "So how did you get the key?" I asked, my voice barely louder that a whisper.

"Had to knock out one of the guards," he answered, his lips pulling back into a half smile. "What happened to your head?"

"Oh, they knocked me out when they brought me here," I said casually, "I don't know what they hit me with, but it sure as hell hurt."

He grimaced, one of his hands reaching up to inspect the wound. "It's not too deep," he examined, "Should heal up fine."

"Hmm," I mumbled in agreement, resting my head against Rob's chest, his arms feeling comfortingly safe.

We stood for a few minutes in silence. I closed my eyes, breathing in his warm scent, letting my muscles relax under the comforting pressure of his body against mine. "It's going to be okay, you know," he whispered in my ear, "I mean, Kranzt will realise that I've disappeared too. He'll come check this place out. And he can bring all those FBI guys, and police."

I thought about this. He was right – Kranzt would check here when he realised Rob was now missing too. But I doubted we had that much time. I didn't say anything to Rob about this – I might as well let him hope. It would make him happier.

The sound of faint footprints came once again from behind the door, and Rob released me, shifting tensely to face the door, positioning himself slightly in front of me.

A short, bulky male opened the door, carrying another plastic tray, followed by Azar, brandishing a large black gun, similar to the first one. They obviously weren't quite as trusting of me anymore, now that I had already once tried to break out with Rob.

"Well," Azar started, in a deep, powerful voice, "After your little attempted break-out earlier, we've decided to push our schedule forwards. Enjoy your last night together, because tomorrow you will pay. Both of you."

I stopped breathing. Kranzt definitely wasn't going to get to us in time. My heart was thrumming violently in my chest, and I heard Robs breathing speed up. He realised this too. I struggled to fight back the tears that were pooling in my eyes, blurring my view. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me suffer.

The short man walked across the room and placed the plastic tray next to the mattress, before returning to stand next to Azar. "Any more trouble from you, and we'll kill you tonight," he stated in a hard voice.

My eyes widened – not from his words, but instead because of the voice that said them. His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't work out why. I thought back, searching in my mind for when I had heard this man before...

And then it hit me. He was the man who had been calling for help in the alleyway. The guy who had tricked me. The reason why I was here.

My hands immediately curled up into tight fists, and I struggled to stop myself from stomping forwards to hit the guy in the face. He must have noticed me tense up, as he suddenly looked to my face, looking frightened by my violent expression. He quickly rushed from the room, soon followed more calmly by Azar. What a wimp.

Rob sighed, walking over to the mattress, and slumped down on it, reaching for the plastic tray. Two rolls and two dirty cups of water. Great. He patted a spot on the mattress next to him, wanting me to join him. I walked over slowly, and slumped onto the spot beside him, reaching for one of the bread rolls. It was stale again, but I bit into it without complaining. Rob picked up the other roll and did the same.

We sat in comfortable silence, eating the little food we had. There wasn't really much to talk about. We both knew that tomorrow would be the end for us both, and we were contemplating that fact. I didn't care much about my own death – I was sadder about the fact that Rob was going to die for my stupid mistake. He was only 21, and I was only 19. So young.

After we had eaten, and guzzled down the cups of dirty water, I repositioned myself, stretching out and laying down on the disgusting mattress. Rob laid behind me, and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, resting his head down behind mine, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

I didn't know what time it was, or if it was even dark outside, but my eyelids drooped heavily over my eyes with exhaustion. Rob sounded tired too, if the big yawn he let out was any indication. His warm arms felt comforting around my waist, and I reached down to drape my arms over the top of his, grasping one of his hands with my own. His soft thumb gently caressed my hand, and he tightened his hold around me.

I let out a small yawn, feeling the strange calmness again, considering the distraught of this moment. A moment which would be one of our last.

"Mastriani," Rob whispered, in a loving, gentle voice, breaking the silence. "It's going to be alright. We'll get out of this." He placed a small, warm kiss on the back of my neck, before adding, "We always do."

A small smile found its way onto my lips, as I remembered all the trouble we had gotten into over the past years. I remembered Crane Military Base, and how Rob had come to bust me and Sean out. I thought of Camp Wawasee - Rob had driven four hours to come help me find a missing girl. I thought of Heather Montrose, and the dirty frat house me and Rob had gone and found her in, in the middle of the night. I even thought of the militia group that we had busted a kid out of - ending with Rob being hospitalised – and I thought about how me and Rob had taken down the guy that had illegally taken advantage of his sister, and many other young girls.

Rob. He had always been there with me, through every crazy adventure I had gotten him pulled into. I wouldn't have been able to do any of it without him. And now we would die together. Our final, crazy adventure.

"Mastriani?" Rob whispered into my ear gently.

"Mmmm," I replied, unable to speak, afraid that my voice would break.

He leant forwards, until his lips were right next to my ear, his warm breath tickling the delicate skin there. "I love you."

I felt my eyes well up, and my throat ached, feeling dry, although my words came out clear and soft. "I love you too."

I closed my eyes to stop the cold tears from falling down my face, and tightening my grip on Rob's warm hand, slipped into a calm, peaceful sleep.

N'awwh, poor Rob and Jess :( Review please, and i'll write Chapter Six quicker :) Hope to get more up asap! Thanks, x