It was dark. Was it night time? Was she in bed? No… It wasn't dark. Her eyes were closed. Her eye lids were heavy and she was confused.
Teresa forced her eyes open slowly. Her lashes fell like steel rods encased in cement lids. A blurry light began to fill her vision. Shadows formed in front of her. Then she remembered. Jane. Jane had been missing for 3 days. They found his attic at the CBI empty but for a menacing red smiley face painted on the wall. She remembered how sick she had felt, and had actually become physically ill. Red John had Jane and no one knew if he was alive or dead. They had no leads, no evidence, nothing to go on. The last 3 days had been a blur of sleepless nights and days that went by in a haze.
Where was she now, and why couldn't she move? Her hands and feet were tied with wire to a chair. As her vision cleared she gasped. Jane was tied in a similar fashion to a chair in front of her, about ten feet away. His eyes were closed and head bowed. Blood spattered his white shirt, her heart beat loudly in her ears, but as her eyes focused, she could see he was breathing. Someone stood next to him. That someone came to her.
A soft eerie voice spoke slowly, "Welcome Teresa. We've so missed your company,"
Red John stood before her, soft light from fog covered windows illuminated his figure, blurring his features and giving him a ghostly presence in the small dank room.
He then turned and walked back to Jane and firmly kicked the leg of his chair.
"Patrick, don't be rude, we have a visitor. I think you'll be pleased."
Jane's eyes opened but his body made no movement for several seconds. Stiffly he raised his head, and upon seeing Teresa his face dropped, and he tightly shut his eyes. "I'm sorry" he whispered.
Teresa opened her mouth to speak but no words came. She still couldn't remember how she got here. She struggled to remember anything but then decided what little focus she had was better spent elsewhere. It was then she heard a shuffle behind her and realized there was someone else in the room.
"You should thank Ron, Patrick; he was kind enough to give Teresa a ride here so she could join us for this momentous occasion."
Teresa turned her head slowly and looked up. "Ron?" she croaked at the CBI agent she had worked closely with for several years. Ron stood stoic beside her, his weapon in hand, he did not make eye contact.
"Now that we're all here," Red John smiled, "the real fun can begin."