Arctic Wonderland

Chapter 7

Thrilling shrieks woke them up, selfishly stirring them from their deep dreams. He groaned as he felt her move, and before she left his arms completely, he pulled her closer.

"Patrick," she murmured, "I got to answer the phone."

They both flinched as they registered that a phone was ringing. The only phone that was still "functional" was the house phone and when they tried to call, it had no service. They stood, wrapping their bathrobes around them and padded downstairs, Jane first, Lisbon trailing. When they arrived to the living room, the phone stopped, teasingly leaving them in an uncomfortable silence. They looked at each other questioningly and before any of them could say anything, the phone started to scream again.

Jane reached over and answered, "Hello?"

"Jane! Thank god," Abbott's voice flooded the line, it crackled and popped but it was still pretty strong, "It's been a week since two of my agents disappeared without a trace... Are you both all right?"

Jane sighed, "Yes, Abbott, Lisbon and I are okay."

"I don't know if it's considered good news but it could be a couple more days till we get you both out... local police say that the snow storm is only going to get stronger."

Jane closed his eyes at the news, before moving the phone piece to the other ear and saying, "Water supply is getting low... it's enough to survive but just for at least two more days."

Lisbon looked at him confused, he didn't tell her that.

Jane heard Abbott sigh before he said, "I'll see what I can do about quickening the pace, but it's difficult."

"I understand... just get us out."

Jane looked at the phone as the call dropped, disconnecting them, once again, with the world outside. He looked at Lisbon who was looking at him; the features of her face were knitted together in a mask of concern and she had her arms crossed.

"Why didn't you tell me that the water supply was running low?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I didn't want to worry you," he responded, shrugging his shoulders in the process, "I'm sorry?"

She looked away, debating whether or not to press on the topic. She looked back at him, her face impassive as she asked, "What did Abbott say about getting us out?"

Jane nodded, running a hand through his curls as he said, "It could take a couple of days..."

"And we only have two, minimum, till we run out of water." She finished, "even after the water is gone, we can survive for a little while longer till we die of dehydration."

Jane nodded, not wanting to anger her more than she already is.

"Even with the threat of dehydration, we still have the fear of hypothermia... How are we in food supply?"

"A week, minimum." He answered, not liking the slight quiver of her voice as she spoke. He looked at her to find tears glistening in her eyes, and saw her trying to blink them away. He pulled her close, feeling her relax before her body started to heave with sobs. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I shouldn't have kept it from you."

Lisbon shook her head, gaining control of her emotions, before pushing herself out of his embrace. "Don't apologize, Patrick," she spoke softly, "Please don't."

Jane nodded, running his hand up and down her shoulder to comfort her. "It's going to be okay."

"How do you know that?" she asked, fresh tears filling her eyes. "How could you possibly know that it's going to be okay?"

"As long as we're together, everything's going to be okay because we can get through anything." He pulled her close, "As long as there is you and me, there is always a bright side and a way out."

Lisbon sniffled before relaxing fully into his arms. She placed her head on his shoulder and felt her exhaustion set in.

Jane picked her up and carried her bridal style back to the room, placing her back under the covers. Jane kissed her softly, and watched as she fell deeper into sleep.

XXXXXX

"Teresa," Jane whispered, trying to wake her up. He kissed her lips, feeling her stir softly, and smiled. She stretched lazily, fluttering her eyes open and smiling as her vision set onto him.

"Hello, sleeping beauty," he murmured, kissing her softly once more.

She smiled at him, "So does that make you Prince Philip?"

He looked at her confused, "What?"

She started to laugh, kissing him once more, "Don't worry about it... just know the answer's yes."

He continued to look at her confused before pulling her close into a kiss. "I don't like the sound of that."

She chuckled softly, pulling him closer, tasting his lips and his mouth. He started to trail hungry kisses down to her throat, where he felt her pulse throb against his lips and exploring tongue. He smiled as he felt her arch towards him when he started to move lower.

"If this is your revenge-"

"Hmm..." he hummed, hovering over her, a soft smirk as he watched her squirm under him. He could feel his heart aching, whenever he was momentarily separate from her. He loved her so much; so much so that he was certain he would drag the moon down to her feet if she asked. "Revenge for what?"

She chuckled softly before capturing his lips in a longing kiss, "I have no idea what goes on in your brilliant mind, but this is your way of torturing me... It must be."

"And if I were to tell you it is?" he smiled at the mischievous glimmer in her eyes, but before he could determine her next move, she flipped them over on the bed.

"Then I would say that I have a few tricks of my own."

"Really?"

She smiled at him, seeing the love in his eyes, before she bent down and kissed him. "Yep."

"Good."