Wazzup people! 111 Reads so far in (I believe it was) 4 days! :D Thanks for reading this story. It makes me smile every time I notice people are actually reading this fanfiction. How was chapter 5 according to you? I tried to put some more Jisbon fluff in it. Hope it turned out well. I'll try to put some more Jisbon cuteness in this chapter. But there'll also be much more Jane in pain and torture in this chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it. Have fun reading!

 "You just kissed me.." He smirked, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he felt the stabbing pain of his old stab wound again as he spoke. He noticed that Lisbon was actually blushing, which made him smirk even more. "Don't be scared.. we'll get out of here, together. Promise." He said, closing his eyes but still staying awake. Lisbon sighed and nodded. "How?" She asked, doubting they would escape from the terrifying, never seen serial killer. "I'll get you out of here..Just.. tired." He mumbled, slowly drifting off to sleep. Lisbon looked at him and smiled happily, feeling lucky she wasn't alone anymore.  

Jane woke up, feeling a sharp pain flashing through his whole aching body. As he rouse from his heavy slumber he was first aware of the coolness of the air and its loamy fragrance. His lids that were drooping and leaden with sleep snapped open as he heard the sound of a heavy door opening and closing again. Jane sat up whimpering out in pain yet trying to comprehend the situation. He didn't remember a thing, except for the fact that someone hideous had almost strangled him. It must've been Red John because Red John always wore black, leather cold gloves. He looked over his shoulder, noticing Lisbon had passed out. She was sitting on the ground, her back leaning against the wall. Her head was slackly resting on her shoulder. Jane frowned and confirmed this must've been quite an uncomfortable position to sleep in. Jane percolated and held on to the wall, trying to steady himself. After he'd finally gotten up, he held on to the walls steadiness and arched his back as the pain was rushing through his body like an igniting firebolt. He tried to stay quiet as Lisbon was peacefully sleeping after experiencing the thrilling events that had happened these last days. She was a cop, which meant she could handle it all well. But Jane believed that that behaviour was just something cops pretended to. They were also normal, moderate humans after all. He took a glimpse of the now closed door and noticed that there was a small, bottle of water standing in front of it. He stumbled over to the door, still holding grip onto the dark grey, stale brick walls. He picked up the bottle of water that unfortunately wasn't even the size of his hands. It was probably only the half of an average 0.5 liter water bottle. He studied the bottle as if it was given to him by the devil, which regrettably was the case at the moment. The bottle was light colored translucent blue and there was fresh stationary water in it. Jane's eyes were focused on the stationary sparkly water, desiring to drink it. Yet, he couldn't as he knew he wasn't the only one who was thirsty in the cold cell. He made his way back up to Lisbon and sat down beside her, carefully wrapping his right arm around her shoulders so that she was close to him. Her head was resting against his shoulder now which was plausibly a more comfortable position to sleep in. He sighed softly as he held the bottle of water in his left hand, claiming he would give the bottle of water to Lisbon since she needed it more than him. Besides, how bad could dehydration possibly be? He looked at Lisbon, whose head was moving continuously while she was sleeping. Her lips were moving as she was slowly whispering unrecognizable words and sentences. Jane chuckled as he enjoyed the lovely and adorable sight of his best friend and colleague. He realized he actually felt more than just friendship. He loved her. 

"What are you looking at?" Jane heard the familiar voice of the woman he admired and startled as he realized he was staring at her. She must've woken up because he'd moved her a minute ago. "You, as you can tell." He spoke, a huge grin covering his face as he noticed the old but adorable 'whatever' look Lisbon gave him. "You didn't kiss me did you?" Lisbon stared into his blue eyes, which were sparkling as he looked at her. "And why on earth would I do that?" He tried to look serious but failed as he saw that Lisbon's cheeks had gotten a slight red colour as she nervously explained him what had happened before. "Because I uh. I freaking kissed you before you passed out. But it wasn't a kiss-kiss you know. It was more like a friendly caring kiss on your cheek. You had a fever and you were literally dying of pain. And.." Lisbon looked at the bruises around his neck and realized he must've been in a lot of pain in the position he was sitting and holding her. "Oh god Jane, are you alright?!" She studied his face and body, looking for injuries or other symptoms of sickness. Jane frowned as she placed her hand on his forehead, inspecting if he was running a fever which he luckily didn't. Lisbon let out a relieving sigh. "Thank goodness. So you don't remember anything from what had happened before?" Jane nodded, confirming he actually didn't remember anything ever since the strangulation. Wait wait, she had kissed him while he was passed out? The thought of Lisbon actually kissing him on the cheek was pretty funny and he smirked as he looked at Lisbon who could barely take a look at him. "Don't give me a look like that. You know I was just worried." Lisbon realized she was lying in his arms, what must've hurt Jane a lot since he was almost tortured to death. She wanted to move away from him to give his body some proper rest, but Jane stopped her. "Stay, you're warm and i'm cold. Please." She stared into his eyes noticing his face was radiating the aching pain he was feeling. She nodded and remained silent. "Are you thirsty?" Asked Jane, holding the bottle of water in front of her purview. Lisbon swallowed as she pressed her fingers against her dry lips. "Yeah." She nodded, but hesitated as she thought about Jane's condition. Jane observed her and her agitated facial expression could tell him she was worried about him. "I've already drunk something." He lied. "You're lying." Lisbon knew this man too well, and she could tell when he was lying which he was doing right now. "Lisbon, we're kidnapped and we might die. This isn't the moment to argue. And besides, I would never lie to you in such a frightening situation like this." He spoke and gave Lisbon the small bottle of water. She sighed. Jane could be such a pigheaded prick sometimes, but he could also be romantic and charming. She liked both sides to her surprise. "You sure?" She asked as she whirled the lid off of the bottle. "Yeah, drink it. You must be thirsty after that kiss." He grimaced, his eyes playfully focusing on her face. Lisbon poked him on his shoulder. "You're such a pain in the ass Jane." She said chuckling as she drank the refreshing water. 

[ A while later ] 

The two of them were still sitting in that position, continuously talking and annoying each other. "Don't you think you'll ever die of drinking so much tea?" Lisbon asked. "I might. But tea is healthy, delicious and hot. Just like Rigsby." He joked spontaneously. Lisbon laughed. "Why don't you smile more often?" He said as he wiggled with his eyebrows which was making Lisbon laugh again. "See, your laugh is great! Scientists proved that laughing is incredible healthy." 

Their interesting conversation was cut off by the sound of gas being pumped into the cold cell. Jane and Lisbon's pupils widened and looked at each other, both not knowing what to do. They couldn't protect each other and didn't know what the gas would do with them. Lisbon was holding her breath as she noticed the air was actually getting tinged with green. She looked at Jane who couldn't hold his breath because of his injuries, and she saw him slowly closing his eyes and his body became limp. He had passed out. The sound of the heavy door opening got Lisbon's attention. She could see a glimpse of a tall man wearing a long black leather coat standing in the doorway, holding a knife and wearing a gas-mask. However, Lisbon was getting out of breath and finally gave up the battle as she sucked in the air as if it were treacle. The man was walking towards them, kneeled down before them and watched Lisbon pass out. She was still awake as she heard the poem she had heard so many times before. Tyger, tyger burning bright..In the forests of the night..What immortal hand or eye..Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  

Then, she passed out.

Jane woke up with a throbbing headache. He was tied up against a chair which was attached to the ground so that he couldn't move a flinch. The feeling of helplessness was new and surprisingly terrifying to him. Curiosity took the best of him as he looked around. The room was dark and cold, even colder than in the cell. A small light bulb which was hanging above him illuminated the space around him a bit, but didn't enlighten the place well enough to tell him where he was. He could see a small red light flickering in front of him. The light seemed like a small led light of a video recorder. Was Red John recording him? And where on earth could Lisbon possibly be?  He didn't see her around. "Lisbon..?" He softly whispered, his voice repeatedly echoing in the dark room. He startled as he heard the familiar voice of Red John who approached him, all of a sudden appearing out of the shadows. "Hello Patrick. I see you've woken up." He was still wearing the terrifying red mask, so Jane couldn't identify him. Jane breathing and heart rate accelerated as he listened to the serial killer's voice. "I hope Teresa has woken up already, because she doesn't want to miss this." Jane could feel him smirking again, just like the first time Red John had approached them when Jane and Lisbon were happily having a great time together.

Lisbon had woken up a few moments ago. She was still lying on the ground with her eyes closed, trying to make the throbbing pain in her head go away. She knew Jane was abruptly taken away from her while they were passed out. The green gas didn't kill them at least. Lisbon sat up eventually, opening her tired eyes. It had gotten dark in the cell since the light bulbs were gone. Red John had probably removed them to make everything scarier. Lisbon eyes accommodated oneself to the darkness and she noticed a small laptop which was lying on the ground, closely next to her. She grabbed it, and opened it scared what she would encounter. To her surprise, she was looking at a webcam. The screen was still black but she could tell from the red dot in the corner of the screen that it was recording.

Red John whirled the lid off of the video recorder, revealing Jane sitting irremediably on the chair. The video recorder was focused on him, but he didn't seem to notice it. Lisbon gasped as she saw the awful sight of the so vulnerable Jane. She startled as she heard the voice of Red John again. Was he going to kill Jane? He couldn't .. Jane meant everything to her. He couldn't die like this. Lisbon couldn't handle the thought of Jane getting killed as she was watching. And the worse part was..There was nothing she could do about it.

"Patrick. I've got a pretty difficult question for you." Red John walked over to him and knelt down so that he was facing the blonde consultant who hadn't said anything. "Want to know how I killed your family?" Jane stared at the red mask yet didn't answer. "Fine. I'll tell you since you won't react. Let's start with your wife, Angela. She was an absolutely beautiful woman. I must say, it was very pleasing yet a shame to kill her. She was screaming for you, telling me you would beat my ass as I approached her. That wasn't very nice of her to say. So I was very delighted when I cut her throat. Ah you should've seen her gurgling and screaming, trying to breathe. It was a very nice sight. Until your daughter came in. I don't like witnesses. She ran away, screaming for her daddy. But everybody knows you can't run from me. Oh, I was so happy when the stupid girl finally shut her mouth after my knife 'accidentally' penetrated her throat. She fainted though, which was making the job less entertaining." Jane felt the sadness seeping into his bones. But while his body seemed to grow colder and his mind seemed to fill with a leaden feeling, his face remained stubbornly dry and so he didn't move a flinch and just listened to the story Red John was telling him. He knew Lisbon was watching. He knew he couldn't break in front of her, as she was the one needing help from him. Red John started to wander circles around him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he continued his story. "You're acting so strong, but you're not. And I'm going to show your closest friend that. She'll see you're just a conner, a selfish man. I know what you're feeling right now. Let me explain it to your dear friend." Jane looked away, not willing to hear the hideous story Red John was going to tell him. The serial killer wasn't delighted and he pulled out his knife, grabbed Jane's head and held it against his still bruised throat. "Didn't you learn manners? I guess you didn't. Well I guess i'll need to teach you some." Red John punched him in his face, but was still holding the knife. Jane groaned as he felt the knife cut through his skin. The pain was sharp and started to get worse as Red John put the knife back in his pocket. The knife had made a deep cut in his right cheek, leaving it to bleed substantially. Jane ceded and looked at the serial killer. "Great. I'm very proud of my work. I've turned every moment you spent together with your lovely family into painful memories.The pain is sharp, and is cutting right through you every time you think about that day, doesn't it? I even turned  the good and sweet moments into a sharp knife that kills your already broken heart." Spoke Red John laughing. "Very poetic, isn't it? It's your turn now." Jane sighed shakily. He tried not to cry but was failing. He didn't want to break. He just couldn't do that in front of Lisbon. She was counting on him. His thoughts were interrupted by the hellish pain which was flashing through his whole body. Red John had punched him again, this time in his stomach. Jane cried out in pain, wishing for Lisbon to come and rescue him, yet he knew she wouldn't.

Lisbon gasped as she watched the sad, horrible event. Red John was actually torturing him, and she couldn't do anything about it. She'd never seen Jane in so much pain as now. He was continuously blinking with his weary eyes. Blood was streaming from the wound on his cheek, into his mouth as he screamed out in pain. He was dying. Lisbon couldn't handle anymore of this and started to look for a way to get out of this cell. She needed to save him. Lisbon looked around in the room but didn't see anything that would get her out of here. Then she remembered something Van Pelt had told her. There's a component in the laptop which was long and stable enough to get a lock open. But she couldn't look at Jane anymore if she would dismantle the laptop. What was the difference anyway? Watching Jane die, or not watching him die? She could at least try to help him while he was still alive. So Lisbon took a last glance of the man she loved. Then she turned off the laptop and dismantled it, searching for some useful stuff. She found the component eventually and took it with her to the door. She tried to get the door open. It felt like she was lasting forever, but eventually a soft 'click' could be heard. Lisbon opened the door proudly and ran down the hallway as fast as she could, hoping she would still be able to save Jane.

Jane had enough of this. He wanted to get out. He wanted to get this over with. And before he even realized it, he had told the truth about his feelings for once. "You pierced my soul, you made me skeptical about people and love. And I hate you. I fucking hate you for that. You turned me into this broken mess. You fucked up my confidence and it's my fault my family is dead!" 

Jane's pupils widened as he saw Lisbon standing behind Red John. She was completely silent. Lisbon couldn't believe her ears. He'd finally admitted he was broken. The words echoed through her head. Red John had broken Patrick Jane. 

Mygosh this is such a long chapter! And it turned out to be REALLY DARK. Woops. Sorry i'm just a dark person xD Well it's pretty thrilling so far as it seems. Next chapter will be the battle between Lisbon and Red John. I have no idea what'll happen though. Will Lisbon save Jane? Or the other way around? Will Red John kill one of them, or both? See you in the next chapter! Thanks for reading, and don't forget to leave a comment and to rate this story. I promise next chapter will be oriented on more Jisbon fluff, as this chapter turned out the be pretty dark. Have a great day!