Jane kept her eyes trained on the younger woman who got up off of her friend, keeping the gun pointed at the agent's head as she backed away into the kitchen. Thank God the nineteen year old hadn't actually made Emily touch her, actually batting her hand away with the gun when it had ventured down to the zipper of her pants. The object of the game was to humiliate the injured woman, not actually make her touch her. "Are you ok?"
The older brunette hastily nodded her head. "Yeah," she whispered shakily. "I'm fine. How are you?"
"Emily, nothing's even happened to me. Everything is happening to you."
Emily watched as unwanted tears entered the Italian detective's eyes, and she begged her body to lean forward and look deeper into those dark eyes of the younger woman. "Please don't get upset, ok? I'm fine."
"You're not fine," she hissed.
The FBI agent forcefully shook her head. "And I won't get any better if we just sit her sulking, ok? We need to figure out what we're going to do."
Jane snuck a glance at the kitchen, making sure that their captor was still out of sight. They only had so much time. "She's the one and only person here holding us hostage. We could leave right now and she wouldn't be able to catch us without signaling the other people in this building or out on the street."
"We're both injured," the brunette woman sighed. "How are we supposed to leave when we can't defend ourselves if she comes for us? Neither of us have our guns and if we get out to the street, she could end up shooting everybody that gets in her way."
"We need to do something. We can't just sit here forever."
Emily rolled her eyes at the sound of Christina's voice floating in from the kitchen, the lyrics to a song that had been playing in her mind for the last five days flowing into the ears of her two hostages. "Hold on," she whispered, slowly standing herself up from the couch.
Jane watched with wide eyes as the woman she was falling for tiptoed over to the kitchen door and set her ear against the painted wall, doing her best to hear how far away Christina was.
The FBI agent gave a nod before looking around her, her good hand picking up a flower vase that sat beside the television. She was ready.