Author's notes: Here we are at the penultimate chapter. I appreciate the reivews for the last chapter, you are so kind in your support. Some torture in this chapter, so be warned. I hope you enjoy it otherwise.
"Have you wondered Mr. Jane what it felt like?"
Jane looks at his captor, at the drill and then back to his captor.
"You have no reason to do this? You're the one who killed Angela."
Suddenly the man has Jane by the throat, squeezing hard. As Jane's struggling for breath he feels the drill against the side of his head.
"I asked you a question Mr. Jane. I don't want to hear any more of your lies. You killed Angela and you're going to pay."
Jane's trying hard to quell the panic threatening to overtake him. He feels the pressure on his air way lessen.
"Now Mr. Jane, have you wondered what it felt like?"
Jane's voice comes out weak.
"That what felt like?"
His captor nods his head and smiles like a pleased teacher.
"That's better."
He moves around to the back of Jane, who follows him with his head as far as he can, but he soon out of his eye line. Having him out of sight turns up his fear.
He hears his captor's voice and Jane surmises that he's kneeling down behind him.
"How it felt Mr. Jane to have nails driven in to his wrists. It must be very painful and he was very brave. Are you brave Mr Jane?"
Jane feels him grab his arm just above the bar that encloses his wrists. His efforts of struggle are useless with the same bar allowing limited movement. It's only successful in causing pain at his collar-bone. He groans in agony.
"Don't be alarmed with the sound of the drill. I'm just making a hole through the bar."
Jane feels sick as the drill starts and he can only hope that he's been told the truth. He holds his arms as still as possible to prevent any accidents. He feels the moment the drill is through the bar, he feels it touch his skin but it's then pulled away. It starts again on the other side.
"Excellent Mr. Jane."
His captor moves back in to his eye line just to pick up the nail gun before retreating behind him. As he feels a hand on his arm he barely has time to prepare himself when an excruciating pain shoots through his right arm. He throws his head back and bites hard to stop himself from screaming. A few seconds later the same pain shoots through his left arm. He lets out an expletive. He hears his captor laugh.
"Well done Mr. Jane."
Jane can barely think through the pain. He's aware that his captor's now in front of him, he feels something cold against his cheek and a voice in his ear.
"Time for the drill, I will start slow, not too much damage, after all I want to keep you alive for a while."
Jane shakes his head, telling him no. He feels the drill against his right side, it starts up and he screams as it tears his skin. The drill is withdrawn and Jane pants against the pain, but his relief is momentary as he feels the drill against his skin once more. He looks at his torturer and finds him looking directly at him, a manic smile on his face as the drill's moved away and placed in a different spot. He feels himself losing consciousness and has no desire to fight it. Suddenly he jumps when there's an almighty crash.
As Lisbon kicks open the door and jumps out the way Cho follows in immediately, his orders firmly in his mind. As Lisbon positioned herself, Abbott spoke to him in a low voice.
"He's standing in front of Jane, who's back is to the door, you remember from the camera feed?"
Cho nods his head, as if he'll ever forget the horrific sight.
"Take Dennis out as soon as you enter the door, no hesitation, he's working the drill on Jane, at the moment it's superficial Wiley says, whatever that means…
Cho feels sick and glances at Lisbon, who looks questioningly at him.
" We can't give him the opportunity to do worse. Wiley's telling me when it's a good time, we don't want the drill causing more damage because of us."
Abbott checks with the paramedics behind him.
"We'll let you in as soon as it's safe."
Cho plants himself as Ralph Dennis looks up, startled by the noise, a bullet throws him backwards to the floor. Cho makes his way to Dennis with his gun still trained on him, Abbott moves in around the other side of Jane, but he's not moving. It's apparent the man's dead, but Cho kicks away the nail gun and checks for a pulse. As Abbott and Cho surrounded Dennis, Lisbon rushed to Jane. His reaction to the crashing of the door sent agony coursing through his body, Lisbon has to stay behind him but takes his head in her hands, stroking his face as she whispers in his ear.
"We're here Patrick, you're all right now, you're safe."
Jane's barely conscious, or capable of understanding what's going on, but the kindness of her touch registers somewhere in his mind and a picture of Teresa is in front of his eyes and her name on his lips as he blacks out.
Abbott gives the word to the paramedics as soon as death's established. One goes to Jane and the other confirms the diagnosis on Dennis and then joins his partner, who's starting a central line in Jane's neck, he works on stemming the blood dripping from his body. Abbott and Cho work on freeing him from the chair. Abbott using the drill, laying at Jane's feet, to release him from the ring, Cho finds a knife in the kitchen area and hacks away at the duct tape. As Lisbon peels it off, leaving raw inflamed skin behind, she's thankful that Jane's out of it. The paramedic adds a little something to keep him that way.
When Lisbon starts to peel the tape from his shoulders she almost loses it at the sight of all the nails embedded in his body, red and angry welts surrounding them. Abbott searches the dead body and successfully finds the key to unlock the padlocks holding the bars on Jane's ankles and wrists. Once his freed from them everyone helps lower him on to the gurney the paramedics bring in. They wrap him in a foil blanket, and rush him to the waiting helicopter with his colleagues following. Lisbon enters the helicopter with him, Abbott and Cho stay behind to handle the crime scene. They return to the cabin, slowing the closer they get. Without words they sit down on a nearby fallen tree, each one unwilling to enter the torture chamber.
Wiley closes the laptop and throws up in the sink, wishing the images in his head were as easy to get rid of.