Yay! I'm back! My computer died and went to Heaven, but after CPR I revived it, with the help of Geek Squad of course. This is just to help get me back in the swing of stories again!

I know this probably wouldn't happen in real life, but pretend okay? SUMMARY: Van Pelt and Lisbon get kidnapped, blah blah blah the usual. Rigsby/Van Pelt and Jisbon!

I don't own them, damn, and review!

Teresa Lisbon's day was not starting off on a good note. She had overslept, the hot water didn't work in the shower, and her only carton of milk was spoiled. To top it all off, her car wouldn't start.

"Van Pelt."

Lisbon leaned against the door of her apartment and explained her problems to Van Pelt, "Hey Van Pelt, it's Lisbon, my car wouldn't start, and I was hoping you could give me a ride to work today?"

"Sure Boss, I'll be at your place in ten minutes."

--

Later that day, Lisbon sighed and rolled her neck, grimacing when it cracked. She really needed a few days off. A nice beach with warm sand and cold beer…

A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie and she opened her eyes.

"Come in."

Grace van Pelt stepped inside the office and smiled nervously, "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yeah, let me get my stuff together and we can go."

Cho, Rigsby, and Jane had all left by the time Van Pelt and Lisbon headed towards Van Pelt's Jeep.

"Today was pretty boring." Van Pelt said, trying to ease the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

"It could have been worse." Lisbon shrugged.

"How?"

"It could have been Monday." Lisbon replied as she headed around to the passenger side.

"It is Monday, Boss."

"See? It just got worse." Lisbon smiled as she closed her door. Van Pelt started the engine and backed out of the parking space.

They were about two miles out when Van Pelt slammed on the brakes. Lisbon nearly smashed her head on the dashboard at the sudden movement, "What the hell-"

"Do you smell that?" Van Pelt's voice wavered nervously.

"Smell what?" Lisbon asked before everything went black.

--

Patrick Jane sat on the leather couch in the CBI office, looking peacefully asleep on the outside. Inside, however, he was going insane. Lisbon should have been here by now. It was 7 o'clock, and usually Lisbon was here at 6:30. Something didn't feel right about this. Of course, she could have overslept, or her car may not have been out of the shop and she had to call Van Pelt to give her a ride like yesterday. Yes, that had to be it.

--

When Lisbon woke up, everything hurt. It felt like she had been run over by a cement truck, and then the truck had gone back over her in reverse. It took all her power to open her eyes. At first, she couldn't see a thing, and then as her eyes adjusted the dim lighting, she became worried.

The room she was in was most likely a basement of some sort. It had cement walls and concrete floors. The door was in the far right corner of the room, and it was solid wood, from what she could see, the lock was on the other side. Quite frankly, she had no clue how there was any light in the room at all.

After deciding that there wasn't any immediate danger, she let her mind wander to how the hell she had gotten stuck in this basement. She had gone to work with Van Pelt because her car wouldn't start…she had most likely gone home with her too…but where in the story line was she abducted?

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Grace Van Pelt didn't enjoy sleeping on the floor. Ever since 'camping' with her brother in 6th grade on the floor of their kitchen, sleeping on hard floors only led to neck pains and grouchy moods. Which would explain why her neck and back hurt so badly. But that didn't explain why the rest of her body ached, from her toes to her scalp, everything was sore.

She could tell she wasn't alone. There was someone else breathing next to her, wherever she was.

"Agent Van Pelt, I know you're awake."

Grace forced her eyes open and a man's face came into view. He had curly brown hair, which fell over the tips of his elf-like ears. His whole face was pale, which made his emerald green eyes pop. He would be slightly attractive if he wasn't so pale, and holding her against her will in a small room with little lighting.

"Oh my, you're a pretty one. I'll have some fun with you, now won't I?" the man grinned.

--

"Okay, I'm worried." Wayne Rigsby put the file he was reading down on his desk and stood up.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now let's do something about it, shall we?" Patrick Jane spoke from the couch.

"Like what? The boss and Van Pelt probably just are running late." Kimball Cho reasoned from his desk.

"Two hours late? And without calling to tell us?" Jane pointed out as he stood up as well. "Did you call their phones?"

Rigsby picked up his desk phone and dialed, then he put the phone on speaker and the three men gathered around.

The phone picked up, but no one said anything on the other line.

"Grace?" Rigsby asked, breaking the silence of the office.

"Guess again."

"Who is this!?" Rigsby demanded as Cho and Jane exchanged worried glances.

"That is a question to which you will get no answer. Try again."

"Why do you have-" Rigsby started, but Jane cut him off, "What are you doing with Agents Lisbon and Van Pelt?"

"I'm just having some fun with these two gorgeous girls." The man's voice was sadistically calm, and right before the phone disconnected, you could hear muffled shouts and a fairly decent struggle.

"I think we have a problem." Jane said as he stared at the phone, which had disconnected exactly two minutes and 33 seconds ago.