magser | Missing

Title: Missing 5/?
Author: Magser
Word Count:1,121
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I dont own either of them, shame really
Summary:Jensens world crashes down around him after his lover is reported missing in a foreign country....
Main Pairing : Jensen/Jared ; Chris kane/Camille Soroyan (extra points if you recognise the character) and a few others that will be introduced as i make up the story...
Authors note: This is my first venture into this scary scary world of writing, and i have to thank my wonderful friend </a></b></a>

garvaldmains for her help!I could not do this without this wonderful lady's help and input.
Also from here on in all mistakes are mine and mine alone, blame no one but me as it isnt betae'd
Warnings: I think maybe i should have done this before, but i do want to warn of Character death (minor) and in this chapter there are scenes of a violent nature,so if you are sensitive please be careful....

Four days, it had been four days since they were taken,

Three days since they had killed Tom,

It was two days ago that it had hit him that Jensen must think he was dead, and Jared thought he was going to lose him mind.

He paced as much as he could in the small cage, his six foot plus frame making the cage uncomfortable and impossible to stand up straight in...

Jensen, Jensen, Jensen...

His name was like a litany or a prayer he kept muttering to himself...

He had to get back to Jensen...

He pictured his smile constantly, he pictured his wide green eyes and his infectious laugh and the way he watched Jared with that look of pride and silent joy on his face when he thought Jared wasn’t looking... it was all these thoughts and visions in his head that kept him from completely losing it, kept him sane...

Jensen... he had to get home to Jensen ...

His Jacket still sat rolled in a ball in the corner, he refused point blank to put it on again, Tom had died in that jacket, it had Toms blood all over it. His t shirt and jeans were starting to get looser and hang awkwardly on him as the weight fell off his body, and his face had four days worth of growth on it, giving him a gaunt wild look. He had lost his voice the day before, after screaming blue murder for a solid 24 hours to be set free. He had gone from threats, to begging in a few short hours, Jensen... God he must be destroyed.

He had to get home to Jensen...

After 24 hours of shouting, and going completely hoarse, he had gotten a sound beating from two men for his trouble, and in his weakened state he didn’t have a chance to defend himself against their fists, all he could do was roll into as tight a ball as he could and protect his head... he Gingerly touched his split swollen lip, he was kinda glad actually he couldn’t see himself right this minute, his lip was bust and swollen, he had a nasty cut over his right eye which he was sure was black , and his cheek on the left side was swollen and sore, and his ribs hurt like a bitch, his lower back was also in considerable pain after bearing the brunt of the men’s boots.

The lock turned in the door and the door opened slowly, and the same young girl appeared holding some food and water, just as she had done the last two days. She was no more than sixteen years of age, with long dark hair tied back in a braid, and large dark eyes that filled a small face. He didn’t know her name yet, but he would get it he was sure of that, he had taken to talking quietly to the girl, just small things, little things, like his name, about his work, asking her name every time he saw her, she hadn’t answered him yet, but he could tell he was starting to wear her down with his soft words and now that he was hoarse he could see her lean slightly toward the sound of his voice when he spoke.

His chest wheezed noisily as he drew in a deep breath to greet the girl in his soft voice, instead of a hello a deep bark of a cough came out, and his whole frame shook with the force of the coughing fit that followed. Damnit, not now, he couldn’t get sick now, he had to get out of here.

He had to get home to Jensen.

The girl stood off to the side of the cage and waited, watching anxiously as he got his coughing under control...

‘I’m ok, its ok... its just a cough, don’t be scared of me, please?’ He whispered hoarsely.

The girl cautiously moved closer and slowly put the drink and bowl of food in through the bars of the cage tilting the bowl slightly to get it in. He made no move to take the food as he continued to try and talk to the girl in front of him

‘Please, can you help me? Can you get me out of here? Please? I wont harm you I promise, I just need to get home, there is someone there waiting for me and he must be going out of his mind, please, please help me?’ Tears filled his eyes and the girl regarded him silently, then suddenly she spoke softly

‘Maria’

‘Maria is your name?’ Maria nodded slowly; still unsure...Jared leaned toward her anxiously

‘Maria, can you help me? Please? I need to get home... what these men are doing, it’s not right, and they are gonna end up killing me, please Maria ‘

He broke off as his large frame once again was caught up in another coughing fit that left him feeling light headed and weak...

‘You are sick’ she whispered ‘You need to eat, drink, you will feel better...’

Jared whispered softly, slowly, making sure to look her straight in the eye ‘You can help me feel better Maria, I don’t belong here, please help me? No one will ever know it was you, just leave a key somewhere or forget to lock the door, I can run fast, I need to get home Maria, I’m going to die here if you don’t help me’

He ended on a gasp as the last of his strength ran out and he fell against the bars of the cage.

Jensen...He had to get home to Jensen.

‘You have kind eyes’ The girl spoke again as if in wonder and Jared blearily opened his eyes and looked at her.. ‘Your eyes are kind, they are beautiful eyes, you don’t hurt anyone do you?’

‘They said you are a bad man, who had killed and maimed many people, said they were keeping you here till someone came to take you to the prison’

‘No Maria, I have not killed anyone, these people are not good people, you have to get out of here, but please, please help me’

One of the men appeared at the door then, and roughly dragged the girl outside, hitting her around the head hard as he did so and screaming at her for delaying and the door slammed and locked behind him... Jared fell back against the bars once again, exhausted and worn...but he felt hope, she had spoken to him, she would help him, he was sure of it...he was going to get out of here.

He was going to get home to Jensen, His Jensen.