Hey! Sorry that I took a while updating! My life's been kind of crazy lately! Okay, so enough about me! Let's get back to the wonderful Patrick Jane! He's stuck in a closet in a baddy's house!

Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt watched in a strange trance as their boss paced back and forth across the office. She held one hand behind her back and another on her chin. Her brows were knitted together in intense thought as her mouth moved silently, having a sort of "conversation" with herself. At one point, she paused and looked up at the ceiling with pursed lips. Then, as if she had some sort of answer from the ceiling, she looked back down and started pacing once more.

"This is freaking me out," Rigsby whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Grace looked over at him and nodded.

"Remind you of anyone?" Cho asked, leaning up against Rigsby's desk.

The three looked at each other. "Jane," they mouthed together, trying to hide a pained smile. They were starting to really miss the annoying consultant and his strange ways. The office seemed oddly empty without him pacing, sleeping, or bugging them with his strange habits. It had been almost ten hours now since Jane had gone missing, and they still had absolutely no leads. The only lead they even thought they had was still stuck in Lisbon's head right now, and she wasn't sharing quite yet.

The team mates returned their attention to their boss, wondering when she would ever stop and acknowledge their presence. Grace bit the bottom of her lip and played absent mindedly with a paper clip lying on her desk. Her boss was beginning to make her nervous. It had been about an hour since Lisbon had started pacing like this, and another thirty minutes since Rigsby and Cho had showed up. For the first few minutes, the three had tried to look busy; but the constant moving and mumbling from Theresea was starting to drive them all nuts. They had learned to get used to it with Jane, because it was his habit. It was his way of doing things. But with their boss...it was just weird.

After a few more minutes of her strange behavior, Lisbon paused. Her eyes brightened and a grin began to grow on her face. "Okay," Rigsby grimaced as the grin grew wider. "now she definitely looks like Jane."

"I think I have it!" Lisbon said with glee. They all waited for her to go on, but she just stood there grinning like a certain blond haired man they knew. The three team members stared at her in wonder. She had been spending way to much time with Jane, and it was starting to show...a lot.

"Um, are you going to tell us?" Grace asked after a few more minutes of the horribly awkward silence. They were all worried about their boss; she was taking this think like Jane thing way too literally.

Lisbon blinked in surprise. "Hm," Her grin stayed in place. "this must be how Jane feels all the time," she chuckled to herself. "It feels pretty good." She placed her hands on her hips and gave a small nod of satisfaction.

Cho resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah, that's great," he said impatiently. "Jane would be proud." He winced as the words left his mouth.

Lisbon stared at him, her arms falling numbly to her sides. Her eyes began to fill with tears, and her lips drew into a tight line with the effort of holding back her emotions. Cho's heart gave a small pang in his chest as he realized what he had just done. Lisbon was worried sick over Jane, and they all knew it. She may have looked like it didn't bother her, but it was all just an act to keep her team focused. Now, staring into her teary eyes, they realized just how big of a burden that was.

Cho walked over to Lisbon and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, Theresea," he whispered as his own strong mask began to falter. "I didn't mean it. I just wasn't thinking."

Lisbon looked up at him, a smile on her lips but not in her eyes. She placed her hand on his and patted it. "It's okay, Cho. I understand." She pushed his hand away sweetly and sighed. She placed her hands back on her hips, her emotionless mask back in place. "Sorry about that. I was acting a bit more like Jane than I should have," she chuckled half-heartedly, her eyes flickering with pain as she said the consultant's name. Grace caught the tiny flash of emotion, and her heart went out to her distressed friend.

"It's okay, Boss," Rigsby spoke from the back. They all turned to look at him. "I think we are all a little on edge right now. We don't know what were missing until its gone, and the one thing we all love is not here." He turned his intense stare on Theresea. "We're going to get him back, Lisbon. We are way too attached to that crazy man to let him go this easily. All we need is the lead that you've so 'Jane-ly' put together." He gave her a little wink and a grin. Lisbon gave him the first real smile they had all seen from her since Jane had disappeared. It was a wondrous sight to see.

Grace stared at the big man in awe. He really could be deep when he wanted to. She studied him up and down.

Oh, he is so gorgeous...

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Jane cursed to himself as he stood trapped in the closet. Everything he had been afraid of was true. He had been kidnapped by Antonio Emilio, one of the biggest mob leaders of California. Emilio was suspected of doing just about everything illegal you could think of. He went from selling pirated DVDs one day to trafficking drugs and women the next. But, unfortunately, murder and kidnapping...those were his two specialties. A specialty, Jane thought darkly to himself, that he no doubt was waiting to try on the consultant. Jane shook away his dark thoughts as the two men's voices began again.

"Mr. Jane is the only thing standing between me and a jail cell," Antonio said with a sigh.

"I understand, sir," James said quietly. Jane could hear something else in the man's voice and listened harder. What was it? Doubt? Hate? Reserve? He couldn't put his finger on it. He decided to just sit back and listen and hope they left sooner rather than later; he was beginning to get a little claustrophobic.

He heard someone stand up and pace the floor. By the sound of the expensive shoes shuffling across the carpet, it was most likely Antonio. "He couldn't have possibly gone far," Antonio continued after a minute. "I want you to search everywhere. Every room and closet." Jane winced. Perfect. "I don't care if it's locked or not. He may have found some other clever way to get in." Jane imagined the man waving around the hairpin that had been used in his escape and smiled. He really was clever.

"I already have men on that, sir," James said, the same emotion in his voice. Why couldn't he figure out that tone? It was beginning to irk him. It was...irksome.

"Good. You go help," Antonio asked more than ordered.

James answered, "Of course, sir," and Jane heard the footsteps of the mystery caller/camera man/killer leaving the sitting room. That guy really gets around...

Jane heard the creak of Antonio's office chair and cursed once more. Obviously, he was planning on staying for a while judging by the sound of papers being shuffled around and desk drawers being opened. Jane turned around to look at the empty closet, hoping he might find some sort of weapon to help his escape. If the only thing he had to do was get past Antonio, he could possibly pull it off. Emphasis on possibly...

Unfortunately, all he found was the same empty closet as before. He studied the inside of the tiny room noticing the two hollowed spaces on each side of the closet. Two metal rails hung between the two gaps, probably for hanging clothes. He cocked his head to one side and scrunched up his face in thought as he studied how they were attached to the hollowed out places. A little smile crept across his visage as he saw that they were detachable. Maybe he had a weapon after all.

As quietly as he could, Jane made his way towards the rails and placed his hands on one side. Gently, he lifted the first side of the rail off of it's perch, gritting his teeth as the metal slid across the wood. He paused and listened for any movement. The same paper shuffling was still going on; he was in the clear. He then carefully lowered the piece to the floor and let go...which was a horrible mistake. Without it's other half to hold it up, the other side of the rail fell off it's hold and clanged loudly to the floor. Jane jumped and hurriedly grabbed the rail back off of the floor, fumbling with it in his bound hands. This is going to be harder than I thought, Jane sighed to himself as footsteps began to hurriedly approach his hiding spot. He readied himself as best he could, steadying the rather heavy pole in his hands, and his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

He heard the feet stop at his door and a hand rest on the doorknob. Jane watched in fear as the handle began to turn and held his breath as he heard the latch undoing itself. He took let out a sigh and held the rail above his head as a crack appeared in the door.

This is it...

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The CBI team crowded around Lisbon's desk as she began to pull out the kidnapper's note. Every eye was locked on their leader as she placed the evidence bag carefully on the surface.

"Okay," she said as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and pulled the note out of its bag. "we know that whoever left this for Jane was most likely our kidnapper. He was also our mystery killer according to Jane, and I know he was our mystery caller because of the...the phone call I received from Jane." She took in a deep breath to relieve the pain behind the statement before moving on, Jane's terrible screams echoing in her head. "The mystery caller also told us that whatever we found would have something to do with our current case. We can only assume he meant the fraud and murder case against Antonio Emilio."

Rigsby nodded. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, but the forensic team looked into Jane's theory about the bugged broach on our victim's clothing." They all looked up at him expectantly. "Unfortunately, Jane was right...as always. It was definitely a bug. Just an audio bug, though. I guess they needed to confirm by voice which one of us was Jane before they, uh, you know..." He let the sentence drop as he saw the flicker of emotion in his boss's normally vacant eyes.

Lisbon took in another deep breath and gave him a fake smile. "Okay, good. Were you able to trace it?" she asked.

Rigsby bit his lip in embarrassment. "I honestly didn't think about that one. I'll get right on that," he said quickly, turning on his heel and practically running out of the office. Lisbon gave a little smile and turned back to the note. Hopefully the bug would turn up something more than she had at the moment.

"So, as I was saying," she resumed, turning back to the note. She felt everyone turn back to her, Grace after Rigsby was long gone. "this kidnapping case has something to do with Antonio Emilio. Whether he ordered the kidnapping or not, I'm not sure yet. My gut tells me he's in on it, but we have no proof."

"That means we can't bring him in for questioning," Cho said with disappointment.

Lisbon looked up at him and nodded. "Exactly." Her agents lowered their heads in defeat. "But..." Their heads shot up again. "We do still have the note. She pointed towards the post-it and smiled. "By the way it looks, this note wasn't a last minute thought. It wasn't quickly written. The handwriting is too neat and precise, so..." She gave a little grin.

"We can look at the pattern of the writing and figure out who might have written it," Grace finished with a smile. "If our mystery cameraman was the kidnapper, he's probably done this type of thing before and might be in the system. They have to sign their names for their release, right?"

"Right," Lisbon said with a smile.

Grace nodded. "I'll get started on that. Anything else?"

Lisbon winked. "Of course." She turned to Cho. "I was looking at the tape that was used to hang up the letter and found this." She lifted the note to his face and pointed at the tape. Cho's eyes widened in shock, a look Lisbon almost never saw.

"A fingerprint?" he gasped, his eyes still huge orbs in his face. "How did you...?"

Lisbon shrugged and gave him a half smirk. "My 'Inner Jane' told me," she chuckled. She pointed back to the note. "I want you to check that print out first then I want you to check the rest of the note, just in case. We may be grasping for straws, but at least it's something."

"Got it," they both said together.

"Then let's go. We have a consultant to save..."

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"What the--"

Jane swung as hard as he could when the target presented itself, the surprised face of Antonio suddenly snapping backwards from the force of the hit. Jane actually winced for the guy as the rail cracked across the man's skull. He watched as the mob boss fell to the floor without a fight. The blond consultant stood there for a second, surprised at how strong he apparently was. I don't even work out, he thought with a chuckle. He quickly bent down and checked the man's pulse. He was still alive. Unconscious but alive.

Jane grabbed the man's hands as best he could and began to drag him into the open closet. But maybe I should start thinking about working out, Jane panted to himself as he struggled to lug the man's bulky body into the closet. With a grunt, he finally was able to place the body in the closet and shut the door. He pressed up against the closet and took a deep breath as he looked around for something to hold the door shut until he was well away. He spotted a wooden chair a few feet away and quickly ran for it. He shoved the chair's back underneath the doorknob and smiled. "That should do it," he muttered. He looked back at the open doorway that lead to the rest of the vast mansion. "Now to find a way out of here."

He silently made his way to the edge of the doorway and poked his head around the corner. He smiled when he saw no one else in the hallway and stepped out of the sitting room, making a beeline for the last set of doors behind the stairs he hadn't tried yet. He was a few feet away from the door when it suddenly opened, three very burly looking men in black suits coming out.

"Gah!" Jane yelled in surprise as he slid to a stop and stared at the equally surprised men.

"That's him!" shouted one of the men. Jane cringed. That was James standing in front of him. Wonderful...

The three men converged forward, whipping out tasers as they did so. "Oh, come on!" Jane shouted as he turned and ran towards the game room, the men's footsteps echoing loudly behind him.

When he was inside, he quickly slammed the game room door shut and pressed his body to it as the force of several more bodies slammed up against it and began beating wildly at the door. Jane blew out a half-way relieved breath and hastily locked the door behind him. He then backed away from the door and watched as it shook a little from the force of the people hitting it. Thankfully, it didn't break down.

"Mahogany," chuckled Jane. He turned around with a triumphant smile on his face...and froze. Sitting at one of the chairs was a young woman. The same young woman that Jane had seen walking through the house reading a magazine. She stared at him in shock. Her wide, green eyes drifted from Jane's just as panicked face to his duct taped hands.

He held up his hands in a non-threatening way. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said as gently as he could under the circumstances.

"Wh-Who are you?" she managed to squeak out, studying him warily.

Jane looked down at his hands and smiled. "Um...would you believe I was a friend of your father, Antonio's?"

Her eyes darted back to his hands. "No. My dad doesn't normally tie up his friends." She paused and looked back into his eyes. Jane tried to look as non-threatening as possible and stood still. He saw her fear of him melt away. "Are you all right?" she asked, standing up slowly.

Jane chuckled. "I've been better."

She grimaced as she saw the blood on his face and the taser marks on his stomach. "I can see that," she whispered softly. The two jumped as another bang was heard on the door behind them followed by a loud curse. Jane's heart sped up as he heard more men running towards the door.

"I hate to ask this of you, but I could really use help," he said, staring into the girl's eyes.

The girl shook her head. "I can't do that," she said with sorrow. Jane studied her face. She seemed genuinely sorry that she couldn't help.

"Loyalty to your father?" he asked already knowing the answer.

The girl gave him a curious look then shrugged. "Yes, sir." Jane nodded in understanding. "But if I was to help you, I would tell you about the scissors that mightbe lying in the desk drawer over there," she said with a little grin. Jane's eyes lit up as he turned his head and spotted the desk. He ran over to it and hurriedly tugged out the drawers until he found the scissors. As fast as he could, he began awkwardly cutting into the tape, not having very much luck at it. Jane's heart suddenly leapt into his chest as he heard the sound of a key entering into the locked door.

"Oh, no," he gasped. He was out of time.

"Oops!" Jane's hands were suddenly released. He looked over at the girl, confusion on his face. The girl just smiled mischievously and shrugged. "I must have tripped and accidentally cut you free! Whatever will I do?" she sarcastically said, still holding a pair of extra scissors in her hands.

Jane gave her a relieved smile. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," she said as the key began to turn in the lock. "You have to get through the third door on your left, down the first hallway, and out the sliding glass doors right ahead of that in order to escape." She bit back a smile. "And I don't know if you can do that."

He gave her another smile and a wink. "Thank you for not telling me how to escape, Jenny," he said before running quickly out the door she hadn't told him about.

Jenny stared at him in shock as he quickly rushed out the door. She barely noticed the sudden rush of men spilling into the room and heading through the door after the gorgeous and mysterious man that she had just met. He knew her name even though they had just met. He even knew who her father was, and she didn't even have to tell him. She smiled as she thought about the man. She picked her magazine back up and sat down in her chair like nothing had happened.

"Wow, he was cute..."

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Jane took Jenny's advice and headed down the first hallway he came to. His heart slammed against his chest as he heard footsteps trailing after him and angry voices shouting out orders. He smiled as he was coming to the end of the long hallway, the sliding glass doors to freedom in sight. Sunlight filtered through the doors and the trees of the woods outside gave him hope as he kept running as fast as he could towards the exit. Relief and happiness fluttered through him as he broke through the hallway and into the room ahead. But the feelings were short lived.

A sudden shock ripped through him as something cold and hard was pressed into his neck. He shouted out and felt his knees buckle, sending him crashing face first into the floor as he began to convulse wildly with the electricity in his body. He took in a deep breath as the effects from a thankfully not fully charged taser began to wane away. He tried to stand up, but a foot slammed into his stomach and brought him back to the ground. He curled his legs up to his stomach and groaned. Another foot slammed into his back causing him to cry out in pain. A hand then reached down and jerked the wincing Jane off of the ground.

"Mr. Jane," came the unmistakable voice of James. "We meet again..."

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Okay, so what did you guys and gals think? Good or bad? Great or cruddy? Tell me please! Thanks! Oh and a little A/N: Did you guys catch the revised line from episode 1? Tell me if you did! Thanks!

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