I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH JACK
You didn't know where you were.
The last thing you remembered was leaving the house and heading to the supermarket to buy the ingredients for that night's dinner, and then… nothing.
You tried to remember what happened next, but your head was foggy and hurt enough that you couldn't think straight.
You scanned the place where you were. It looked like an abandoned barn.
Where horses and cows should have been, there were large sacks of something you'd rather not know what it was.
You struggled to your feet, letting out a gasp of pain as you did so.
You looked down at your leg and saw that your entire knee was covered in blood.
Whoever had done this to you didn't think highly of you.
You looked around for a basin of water to clean yourself up with, but you couldn't find anything resembling it.
Then a man burst in and quickly closed the door behind him when he saw you were awake and on your feet, both of which were things he hadn't expected.
"Who are you?" you asked, swallowing the anxiety and fear you felt. "Where am I?"
"I'm not going to answer any of your questions," the man growled. "You'd better keep your mouth shut or there will be consequences, sweetie."
"I want to go home," you blurted out. "I didn't do anything, please."
"Nice try," the stranger conceded. "But your pleas won't work on me."
That's when he pulled a gun from the back of his pants, as a warning.
You tensed and took two steps back on pure instinct.
You'd never been so close to a gun, let alone one that would be used against you if necessary.
"Don't shoot," you begged, raising your hands. "Please, I didn't do anything…"
"Shut up!" "He ordered, pointing at you, making you squeeze your eyes shut. "Sit back down."
"I need something to clean myself with at least," you asked, nodding at the blood on your knee. "If you don't bring me water, I'll die of thirst," you added. "I don't think you want your boss to find out that you let your valuable hostage die, I don't know why, right?"
The man held your gaze for a few moments as he put the gun away and left the barn as quickly as he had entered.
Ten minutes passed until he returned with the water.
During that time, you were able to formulate a plan in your mind.
You waited patiently for him to give you the bottle and place the basin in front of you, so you could put your whole leg in there to clean yourself better.
"Thanks," you said sarcastically.
"This isn't a fucking four-star hotel. Do you understand?" "If you wanted a fucking jetted tub, you've come to the wrong place," he spat disdainfully.
"This one's fine," you smiled.
He turned to leave the barn, at which point you attacked.
You thanked the universe for choosing those free karate classes you'd seen advertised in the local paper, as perhaps those skills you'd acquired would now serve to save your life.
The man was unable to free himself from your hold.
You dragged him to the tub and submerged his head in the water.
You held him by the neck to keep him from rising, and within minutes he was dead, his lungs filled with water, just what you wanted.
You dropped the body and brought your hands to your mouth, somewhat distraught.
It was the first time you'd taken a person's life, but since it was in self-defense, it didn't affect you that much; in fact, you were glad he was dead.
Before hiding the body, you checked his pockets, and you almost burst into tears of relief when you found a phone.
You grabbed it and without a second thought, called the only person you knew could find you.
Since you disappeared, all Jack had done was search for you. He hadn't slept in over 24 hours.
He couldn't do it even if he didn't try; just the thought of going home and not being able to curl up with you in your bed or kiss you as much as he wanted to drove him crazy.
He was talking to Nina, who was at CTU trying to find information on your whereabouts when you called. Jack promised he'd call her back, and he took the phone from you.
"Jack!" you almost sobbed with relief.
"Y/n, my God." He rubbed his eyes with his hand. "Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I don't know, I'm… I'm in some kind of barn…" you paused. "You don't know how happy it makes me to hear your voice"
"Calm down, honey. I'm coming for you," he assured you, making you smile. "But for that, you have to tell me something more about where you are," he explained. "Do you think you can find out anything else?"
"I can try," you nodded. "But I don't know if…" you gasped as you tried to get up, but your leg didn't seem to want to cooperate.
"Y/n? What's wrong?" Jack asked. You tilted your head.
"It's my knee," you swallowed hard, looking at it. "It has… there's…" you took a deep breath. "There's a lot of blood."
"Fuck," Bauer growled. "I'm going to kill them all."
"Always, sweetheart," he whispered. "I love you."
"And I love you," you replied. "I'll try to call back as soon as I can."
"Wait! Don't hang up," he said before you did. "That way, Nina can triangulate the signal and hopefully give me an address."
"Okay, I'll wait," you said, shifting your gaze toward the door, afraid that someone might suddenly walk in.
The line was silent for a few minutes until Jack's voice came back on the other end.
"Got it," he announced. You heard him sharply turn the steering wheel to change direction. "I'm coming for you."
"Oh my God," you sobbed. "I'm going to have to treat Nina to lunch when this is all over."
Jack's laughter cheered you up a little.
"I'm sure she'd love it," he replied.
You heard footsteps quickly approaching. "Jack, I have to go," you whispered. "They're coming."
You hid your phone under another pile of straw and slowly lowered your leg into the water.
The man who entered was younger than the last.
He looked at you for a few moments, then at your leg, and at the water that was beginning to turn red.
"Where's Eli?" he demanded.
"I don't know who that is," you answered slowly. "No one's been in here except for the man who brought me the water," you explained. "And he left twenty minutes ago."
"If you're lying to me, it'll be worse," he threatened. You shook your head.
"I'm not lying to you," you assured him. "Why would I do that? I have nothing to lose."
The man left, and you picked up the phone again.
"Jack?" "Hey, honey," he greeted, "I'm just getting to the position Nina sent me," he said. "There's a lot of security, but that won't be a problem." You heard him get out of the car and reload his gun. "We'll be together in no time, I promise."
You nodded and kept the phone to your ear, listening to everything that came through the line.
A few minutes later, you felt someone sneak up to your door.
You grabbed a wooden bar from the floor and stood behind the door, ready to attack.
The door opened, and you saw someone enter the barn, wielding a gun.
You couldn't see his face, so you suddenly jumped out from behind the door and attacked him with all the force you could muster.
He grabbed your wrists, pinning you to the ground.
Then you realized it was him.
Jack was standing in front of you. It wasn't a mirage, it was real, and just like I said, I'd found you.
"Relax, baby, it's me," he smiled, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Oh, Jack," you whispered, pressing yourself against him. "Oh my God," you sobbed, soaking his shirt with tears. "I thought I was going to…"
"Shhh, don't think about it," he said, pulling away from you to look into your eyes, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I'm here. Everything's going to be okay, okay?" You nodded, placing a loving yet much-needed kiss on your lips. "I've missed you so much," he said between kisses. "I'm so glad you're okay…" he murmured before opening his eyes wide, as if he'd suddenly remembered something. "Your leg," he recalled, looking down at it. "Who did this to you?"
"I don't know," you whispered. "I don't even know what 'this' is you confessed.
"Let me see it," he asked, and you stretched it as far as you could without hurting yourself.
He looked at your wound as he tore off a piece of his pants.
"It's a knife cut," he announced. "Shallow, but you've lost a lot of blood," he said as he soaked the cloth in water and wrapped it around your leg, preventing further bleeding. "You need stitches," he said. "I'll take you to the hospital, and you'll be fine in a couple of days," he promised. "But first, I have to get you out of here," he murmured. "Can you walk?"
"Yes," you nodded, getting up with his help.
You managed to get out without your captors noticing, except when Jack started the car engine.
Despite having done it as quietly as possible, they had heard him perfectly.
You ducked your head, just as he told you, to avoid the gunfire, while he returned fire and drove at the same time.
Minutes later, you were far from that area, having lost them.
Jack stopped the car at one of the many viewing points in that part of the city.
He tilted his head to look at you, making sure you were still okay.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, gently holding your face in his hands.
"I'm fine, thanks to you." You smiled, and he mirrored your gesture. "You've saved my life, again."
"And I always will, baby" he whispered, kissing you again. "Always."
