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Jane watches his captor closely, the time tied to the chair has numbed his feet and hands, his limbs feel like they're on fire with every little movement he makes, but to stay still brings agony of a different kind. Not the ideal situation for leading this dance, but he has no choice, it's a long shot but it's the only one he has.
"I bet you have a way to relax her?"
His captor looks at him, Jane's not sure if he sees him or not, and he smiles.
"Yes, some beers in the fridge, I open the bottle and she happily takes it. She throws her head back and drinks, I can see her long, slender, throat, golden in colour, moving as she swallows. She pulls the bottle away and drops of liquid rest on her beautiful soft lips."
"I bet it's hard to resist"
"Yes, it aches inside of me, but then her tongue comes out and licks them off and that's even better."
Jane grits his teeth and nods, it's important that he's goes along with him.
They pull to a stop and pile out of the car. They've stayed in constant contact with Wiley and Lisbon's relieved to hear that Jane and Dennis are still having a conversation, more importantly the drill is still hung loosely at the monster's side. Lisbon's certain that this conversation is Jane's doing, stalling Dennis, Lisbon prays that it continues to work.
A local cop introduces himself as Patrolman Carrigan. He found the car, and after calling it in, he's kept guard over it, making sure no one touched until their arrival. Abbott thanks the man and they descend on the car. It's a big beat up Olds, there's as much metal on display as there is black paint. They peer through the windows and see a mess, not unexpected after the state of his house. Abbott's phone chirrups, he pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the display.
"The warrant."
He listens and then nods his head at the agents. Lisbon takes the driver's side, Cho the trunk. The doors are locked. Lisbon looks around and picks up a large rock, she throws it at the door window. It leaves a gaping hole in its wake, she uses another rock to knock away the shards so she can safely put her hand through to unlock the door. Abbott hands her a piece of cardboard he found in the trash to wipe the glass off the seat. She feels the little slivers left behind as she sits down. Abbot reaches around and unlocks the back door. As he straightens up Cho calls from the back.
"Boss, come look."
Lisbon and Abbott rush to the back of the car. Cho has the trunk open. As they move next to him Cho reaches in and picks something off the stained carpet. He turns and holds it up to the sunlight, where it glistens, or more accurately, they glisten: strands of curly blond hair.
"Jane was in this car."
Jane's weary! He doesn't think he's ever been this tired. It's infusing itself in every muscle, the hairs on his body seem to weigh him down. He's resorting to moving, increasing his pain level, to keep himself conscious and focused.
"It sounds like the two of you are having fun?"
"She's looking at me with those beautiful inviting eyes, my groundwork is paying off, it's time to make my move."
"Good luck."
"Why are you resisting, you want me, you know you do."
His captors face is getting red and frustration is written all over it.
"What are you going to do about it?"
His voice rises in volume.
"You want me to let you go? You want me to not hold your wrist so tight. I'm hurting you am I? What do you think you're doing to me? Leading me on and then telling me that it's not what you want…that I'm not good enough for you!
"You seem angry."
Jane doubts he's even heard anymore.
"You're going to lie down there and give me what you promised me."
Jane wishes he could switch off. Images of the girl's struggle play in his mind. He doesn't want to picture the ending.
"There, now wasn't that nice."
Jane watches him wipe imaginary spittle off his face, it seems to wake him from his past and he sees Jane once more.
Abbott hangs up the phone.
"The cabin is four miles in to the woods from here. It will take us too long to get there. A swat team is on its way. They will pick us up here and Wiley has spotted a clearing nearer the cabin that will handle a helicopter landing."
Lisbon only has one question.
"How's Jane?"
"He's holding his own, they're still talking, though Dennis is getting more agitated."
Lisbon's leaning against the entrance gate to the woods, lost in her thoughts – one thought. Jane in the chair, battered, bruised and unrecognisable. She has to hold on to the hope that they'll make it in time. She doesn't like the report Abbott gave her, it fills her with fear and foreboding. But she's grateful he hasn't hid anything from her.
"Mr. Jane you tricked me. You hypnotised me, I've read about your skills."
Jane swallows the bile that threatens as he hears the drill start up.
"No, no, I just asked you questions, I didn't change the reality. You killed Angela, I didn't. She was never your wife, she's a girl you lusted after in high school. You took her to a cabin, like this one and raped her and killed her."
Jane looks in to his captors raging eyes and forces himself not to look away. The man's face turns in to a snarling grimace of a smile.
"I'm going to keep you alive for a very long time, Mr Jane. You're going to beg me to kill you, and then three days later I may."
In mid-air Abbott's phone rings again, Lisbon watches as his face as it turns stoic. He avoids Lisbon's eyes and taps the shoulder of the co-pilot. Lisbon can't hear him as he instructs the pilot to get them there now!