deep spacе, dead weight

“Make a mistake.” he finally opened his eyes

“Right. I just wish we knew where he was meeting them.”

“Well my guess is a bar, but which bar is too soon to tell. Both victims frequented at least 20.”

“We don't have enough manpower to cover every bar in Sacramento.

“So we wait.” he says as he closes his eyes again.

You kick your feet off his lap. Janes’ startled in the process. “I refuse to believe that's all we can do, isn't there another angle something else we can look for.”

He bends over to the table to grab his tea. You wondered if he wanted it earlier but didn't move because he didn't want to disturb you lying in his lap.

“No, all we have is two body's, two girls that look similar.” He looked over at you, then back to his tea. “But is to soon to see if its coincidence”

“You don't believe in those.”

“This is true but.” he let it hang in the air. “Nothing nevermind.” he sets his tea down.l

“No you can't do that.” You moved over to sit next to him. “You can't just keep your theories to yourself.” he raised his eyebrows. “Okay i know thats what you do but come on cut me some slack. I stayed late because I.” I wanted to spend time with you "I wanted to talk more about the case. I know you have something in that head of yours.”

He's looking at you listening to you talk.

“It's just us,” you move in closer. It's like you're trying to get him to tell you a secret that requires a hush tone, even in an empty room. “You can tell me.”

He turns to meet your gaze, shifting in his seat. He lets out a sigh.

“With the two girls looking the same there is absolutely a pattern, a type but what i dont get is the way he kills them. First one was suffocated, next one was shot, it's like he's trying to figure out what he wants to do with them. The fact that he always keeps them for a few days to do god knows what. Proves that he's a psychopath. I just.”

silence

“Just what?” you whispered

You didn't realise how close you two had gotten on the couch till now. You could smell the chamomile in his breath.

You stared at him. He was always looking at faces, always trying to read peoples thoughts and he was damn good at it. You didn't know if he knew what you were thinking. You didn't know if you wanted him to know, if you were being honest.

The real question is not if he knew. He knew what you were thinking, it was if he was going to let you.

You leaned in and he didn't back away. His eyes darted between your eyes and swiftly to your lips. He's not pulling away.

You move closer. Noses almost touching. His eyes are hooded and he hasn't pulled away. You take that as your sign.

You tilt your head slightly and close the distance. Your lips move against his.

His are still. You feel his exhale brush the top of your lip. You pull back slightly. Letting him make the next move. Your eyes were closed. You didn't feel the couch move beneath you so you know he hasn't pulled away.

You opened your eyes to find him staring at your lips. You're scared to move and don't want to scare him away.

“Jane.” You couldn't help but call his name. “I-”

He leaned in this time his lips were moving against yours. It was quick and sloppy like he hadn't kissed in years.

His left arm raised to hold your face. He was dominating the kiss and you welcomed it. You met his lips with just as much passion he put in.

He leans in and lays you down on the sofa, holding himself over you, never breaking the kiss. You reach up and grab his face, sliding your fingers through his hair. He lets out a sigh. And his kiss falters a bit but he quickly regained his composure.

He moves his knee between your legs. Enough to feel the heat but not enough to get any serious pleasure from.

He takes his free hand and moves it along your body. Till it reaches your waist. The kiss had become steady and passionate now.

Your shirt must have untucked from your skirt because you feel his soft fingers sliding underneath. You pull on his hair again.

His whole hand is under your shirt now. His warm hands barely touch you. Like he didn't know if you were really there.

“Patrick” you moaned.

His hand stills and his lips stop.

Fuck

He pulls himself off of you and quickly stands up. Like you were a fire he was trying to get away from

“I cant i,-” he's looking at you, the floor, his eyes are darting all around.

“Jane.” you quickly go to stand up and take a step towards him. He takes a step back lol

“Im sorry i,” he turned and left. Not looking back, not grabbing his suit jacket.

Leaving you alone. In the empty office.

…

The next morning was surprisingly crisp. Jane drove to work in silence. He felt awful for leaving you like that. He just didn't know what to do. It had been so long and he hadn't been with anyone since…

Once he pulled into the station he just sat in his car. Not moving. He didn't know what he wanted to say to you. He liked you, god did he like you. He just didn't know how to react. He wanted to kiss you, to touch you god knows he's thought about it before, but once you called his name it felt… He didn't know how he felt. He leaned forward and rested his head on the wheel.

Bang

He looked up. It was Lisbon. He could tell by her face something was wrong.

Lisbon and Jane made their way inside and the rest of the group was sitting there all except … you

Van Pelt was the first to speak. “I went to pick her up this morning. And when she didn't pick up the phone I assumed she was asleep. I went into her apartment to wake her up. She always sleeps in so she gave me a key, she wasn't there. She never made it home.

Rigsby chimed in. “How could you tell?”

She always leaves her gun in the same spot. When she wasn't in bed it was the first thing I checked.

“Alright, who was the last one here?” Lisbon asked in a calm and cool tone, she was worried but she had to be solid, for her team.

This can't be happening. Jane thought he couldn't believe he left you alone last night. In his haste he forgot he would have been your drive home. In the entire 3 times you've left after Grace he drove you back. All except-

“Jane?”

“Yes?” Everyone noticed he was lost in thought.

“Cho mentioned when he left around 10:30 you two were still here.” Lisbon said.

Everyone was looking at him for answers waiting for him to speak. To say something that would solve this.

“You left your jacket here last night, did you two leave in a hurry?” Rigsby mentioned.

“No we didn't, I did. I uh, left before her.” Everyone looked at his flustered state.

“Okay. We need to know what time she left, Rigsby, go check the cameras to see when she ended up leaving.” Lisbon ordered

“Yes boss.”

Shit

“I'll go too”. Jane followed behind as Rigsby left to go check.

Jane needed to figure out a lie or an excuse to ask Rigsby if he could check the cameras by himself. As soon as he got to the room Jane put his hand on Rigsby's chest.

“I need a favor.”

…

You wake up and open your eyes but it's so dark. You'd think you were dreaming if you didn't have a splitting headache. You go to grab your head but your hands are stuck at your sides.

“What the-” you go to look down, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.

You're sitting on a chair. A pretty busted up one that is. You went to move but the rope was too strong. Once your eyes finally adjust you realise. The way the rope is tired is in the same pattern as the victims.

“Shit.”

“Quite the problem I'd say.” you look up and squint. There had been someone in the room this whole time. Just sitting and waiting in the corner.

“You know I'm a cop, they're going to be looking for me.”

“Yeah,” he sits up, coming closer to you. “And im santa clause.” he walks over finally coming into sight. He's younger than you thought he would be. “If you're a cop. Where is your badge or” he leans in and places his hand on your hip. “Or gun”

Shit

“I’m with the CBI I’ve been working on your case. Your first victim was Kelly Stuart,”

“Shut up”

“She was suffocated. You kept her for-“

“I said shut up” he took a step back, turning around realizing his mistake. You kept talking.

“- two days before you finally put her out of her misery” you were cut off but a swift punch to the face.

Your head whipped to the side and you yelled in pain.

It took a second before you spoke again.

“They’re going to find you.”

…

“Why do you need to watch this alone?” Rigsby asked, genuinely confused.

Jane moved in closer. “She, well we,”

breath

“She got a phone call from her mom that her childhood cat died and she got all upset and was crying and oh gosh it was a mess. But after she told me not to tell anyone.” he moved in closer. “She didn't want to look weak.”

Rigsby paused…“Okay sure.” Jane flashed his trademark smile and went into the room by himself.

It didn't take him long to find what camera and the best angle to see when she left. He watched as they talked on the couch. He watched as you kissed him. He can't believe he left you like that. And to think that might be the last time you saw him, a coward. When he looked up it was him leaving in a rush to get as far away from his feelings as he could. He watched as you sat back down on the couch. With your head in your hands. You were crying.

He doesn't know how he's ever going to make it up to you. He has to find you.

After he fast forwarded the tape and saw that after about ten minutes you left without taking your badge or gun with you.

He left you to walk home alone at night without any protection. He knew you were the killer type, everyone did, they just didn't say anything. And his selfishness caused her to get taken.

“So?” Van Pelt asked.

“She left about 11:30.” Jane stared, and he walked over to her desk, pulling her gun still in its hulster. “Without her badge or gun.”

“Why would she do that? She was the killer type. I never go anywhere without my gun.” Cho said.

“Her cat died.” Rigsby announced.

“So the killer doesn't know she's a cop?” Van Pelt added

“Hey this may be a good thing,if he thinks she is just another girl he should stick to his original time line. She's a strong girl, she knows we're coming.” Lisbon paused. “Hey i thought her ca-”

“She doesn't live that far, only a few blocks. Grace? do you know the way she walks home?” Jane cut her off before Lisbon could finish.

“Yeah-”

“Then we could walk the same way and see if any bars along the way match up with the disappearances of the other victims.”

…

You were starving. You knew only having a bagel for lunch yesterday was a bad idea. Your brain was foggy and your face was so sore. you can't tell how long you've been here or if it was day or night. All you knew was that the man who took you was gone. You heard him drive off. You knew if you had anytime to escape it would be now.

You desperately tried to free your hands but it was no use. You didn't know how long he would be gone for so you had to think quickly. The chair felt wooden and your legs weren't tied up. You knew if you knocked the chair hard enough against the wall it would break. It would hurt but it was the only thing you could think of.

It took a moment but you managed to stand up. You didn't know the best way to do it so you did what first popped into your mind. You stepped away from the wall. And took a deep breath. You ran towards the wall and at the last moment turned your back.

Craaaaack

You hit the floor and curse out. You went to move your arms but it was no use. One of the chair legs broke off but the arms and the rest of the chair was unfortunately still intact.

Leaving you on the cold floor. Laying on your side. You kept struggling but it was no use.

Your looming fate crossed your mind and you started to cry.

…

“We've been to about 10 bars in like an hour.” Rigsby said, sounding defeated.

“No, we've been to nine bars, this one's ten.” Cho retorted.

As soon as they walked in the bar. A kid caught their eye. And he started running to the kitchen.

“HEY!” Rigsby shouted. And started to follow.

“I'll go round back.” Cho said, running out the front to the back of the bar.

Rigsby chased him out to the back where his partner waited, flanking him.

The young man turned around to see he had been caught so he gave up and put up his hands.

Lisbon and Jane watched Cho and Rigsby grill the suspect from the next room.

“I mean how old is this guy, he barely looks 21.” Lisbon asked.

“You're right he's too young to pull this off. But look at him, he's hiding something.” Jane says with his arms crossed. Not taking his eyes off the suspect

“Maybe a partner, someone older like a mentor?”

“Yeah maybe.”

Lisbon pulled out her phone. “Van Pelt, see if the kids got any one older in his life that has a record of violence we think maybe he has a partner.” She hangs up.

They both listen in on the interrogation for a while.

Lisbon turns to Jane.

“hey, I know that that ugly cat of hers died 8 months ago and she was glad it was gone, So what actually happened last night and so help me god if you lie to me.”

He didn't know what to say. What happened last night? He was a coward, he left her by herself after she showed him what it was like to feel something again.

As soon as he opened his mouth to say something Van Pelt came through the door.

“Boss, we've got something.”

As soon as they got out of the room, Jane stopped them. “I'm gonna stay here and see if I can get anything out of him.”

Lisbon nodded and walked down the hall with everyone. He opened the interrogation room door and watched as the kid looked at him.

“Where are your other friends?"

“Busy. finding where your partner is." Jane watched as the kids’ faces faltered. Bingo he pulls the chair right next to him.

“Now, you're going to tell me where she is.”

Getting the kid to spill about his brother and the place he keeps them was easy. He knew the others would figure it out soon and follow suit. He wanted to get there as quickly as he could. He couldn't let you die. He couldn't let it happen. Not again.

…

After you eventually pulled yourself together. You thought about your friends, about Jane.

About how he pushed off of you last night. You didn't know what you did wrong. You can't believe you did that to him. You hope you can see him again to apologise. That is you don't die in this disgusting basement first.

You hear a car pull into the driveway and you mentally curse. You hope whoever took you didn't get mad you tried to escape and broke his chair. You thought your chances were slim.

You did all that you could do and thought about the things that made you happy. Trying to stay strong. You know they'll find out who did it. You try not to imagine everyone looking down at your body.

You heard footsteps. Slow and careful. It was taunting you.

When you fell and broke the chair you managed to fall facing away from the stairs so you couldn't see them coming.

You heard the door open and you closed your eyes and tensed. Your whole body goes stiff as you prepare for the inevitable.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. You don't open your eyes; That you didn't realize were full of tears.

“Hey, hey , it's me, your okay.”

“Jane.” You opened your eyes and saw him on his knees above you.

He puts his hand on your face. You winse in pain.

“You should see the other guy.” You say trying to make him not pity you.

“Are you hurt?” He starts to look over your body for any wounds.

“No I'm okay. Just hurry please.”

He starts to work on the rope of one of your arms.

“Where is everybody, I only heard one car pull up.”

“Yeah about that. I might have gone ahead.” He keeps trying but the knot is really tight.

“Tell me you brought a knife or something.” He stops and looks at you with a face saying the idea never crossed his mind.

“There's probably a knife somewhere in the house I'll be right back.” He gets up and runs upstairs.

“Jane!” You call out as he leaves you downstairs. And just like that your alone again. At least you know help is coming.

Just then you hear another car pull up. But it's just one, and no sirens.

“Shit, come on.” You struggle against your restraints but no use.

Jane comes running down the stairs

“Got it!” He shouts

“Shh” you hush “just hurry up someones coming."

He made quick work with the knife and was able to free one hand then the next. He held out his hand and pulled you up.

When he saw the rope burn on your arms he held them in rubbing he's thumb over it.

“Oh come on, it's not that bad.” There was a silence.

“I thought I'd lost you. I-”

the sound of footsteps cought both your attention.

“Come on” you point to the wall beside the stairs. “Stay here don't move.” You whispered.

…

Its moments like this were when Jane wished he could help. He always felt so useless when he had to stay out of the action like this.

He knew it was for the best. He watched you stalk forward knife in hand. And all the sudden you jump out of sight and he hears the sounds of fighting.

Your out of his line of sight. He can't see you. What if you need his help.

He slowly walked towards the end of the wall and peaked out to see the man on top of you and was holding the knife. You were strong but this man had at least 60 pounds on you.

He looked for something to grab. And found the leg of the chair that broke off. As soon as he grabbed it. The sound of your scream jolted him.

He looked over and the man had stuck the knife in your shoulder.

He ran up behind him and cracked that chair leg as hard as he could against the man's head.

Causing him to fall on his back. Jane looked for a moment to make sure he wasn't going to get back up.

“Is he” you groan out.

“No, We're safe now your safe now.” He's looking to see the wound. You had your hand over it to try and stop the bleeding.

He quickly takes his jacket off and uses it to apply pressure to your shoulder. You wince out in pain.

“I know I'm sorry. They'll be here soon, don't worry.” as if right on que he heard the sirens. “Hear that? They'll be here before you know it.

“Jane i-”

“It's okay, don't talk, just listen to my voice.” his voice was smooth like honey. The voice he normally reserved for putting people in a trance.

“Jane, I'm sorry.” your losing a lot of blood. you're starting to feel cold.

“for what?”

“For the other night, i-” you're fighting to keep your eyes open. “ I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry. I don't know what i was thinking i-”

He kisses you. one hand still steady on your bleeding wound the other gripping your face. He pulls back when he feels you stop moving. He pulls you into his lap.

“Hey, come on, wake up.” he takes the hand from your face to below your jaw to check your palse.

Still beating but slow.

The first voice he hears is Lisbons

“Down here we need a medic.” he shouts out

She gets down stairs. He tells her to cuff the kid.

The EMTs are next through the door and they tell jane to get up so they can help. He stands back. He looks down and sees the blood all over his hands. Your blood.

…

You wake up and open your eyes but the room is light, almost too bright. You let your eye adjust for a moment. You try to remember how you got there but it’s blank.

“There she is.” You turn to your left and see a beautiful blonde man with a gorgeous smile and striking blue eyes.

You go to sit up but feel a sharp pain in your shoulder.

“Hey carful.” He jumps forward and holds lightly holding your shoulder helping you to a comfortable position.

“What happened anyways” your mind was foggy all you can remember was fighting the guy with a knife.

"it doesn't matter, what matters is that your back, in" he looks at your arm. "In mostly one piece."

You looked up at his eyes, he wasn't meeting your gaze, after all this time of knowing him you could tell when he was just putting on a face. This was one of those times.

"you were worried about me," you said slowly. "Really worried." He finally looks back at you and he has tears in his eyes.

"Im so sorry, I-" he takes a deep breath and re centers himself. "I feel horrible. The other night when we.-" another pause. "I just panicked. I hadn't felt like that since. I haven't... So when you said my name. It made it feel so real. I was scared to lose you too." Hes taken your hand and has been gently but fermly squeezing it. " And then the next morning when you were gone. I thought it was happening again. Im so sorry for leaving you like that."

You say and listen to him pour his heart out. You started to tear up as well.

"Patrick," you squeeze his hand. "I thought I was going to die last night. I don't want to die with any regrets-"

Before you could open your mouth you were silenced by his lips on yours. Slow and deliberate. He's cheeks were wet with tears but so we're yours.