AN: This is just an idea wouldn't get out of my head, it actually came to me while I was watching a Lost episode. This first chapter is from Jane's point of view, but it will go back and forth. I wasn't really sure how to start it, but basically it's set sometime in season 5. Enjoy, let me know what you think!
The concern started when Lisbon didn't show up for work on Monday morning. The team had leaped into action immediately. They were a family, and no one was going to hurt their boss. Cho called Teresa's home and mobile numbers, Grace pulled up footage from the CBI parking lot on Friday night and Rigsby contacted her brothers. The gnawing feeling in Patrick Jane's stomach that had begun as soon as he had walked into the building and Lisbon wasn't in her office intensified. Something was wrong, very wrong. He could feel it in every cell in his body. He barely paused to tell the others that he was going to Lisbon's apartment before he was out the door. He started up his light blue Citroen, ignoring his shaking fingers and speed limits until he was parked outside her home. Taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to stop the dread that was settling in his chest, he opened the door and climbed the stairs. He briefly noted that her car was still in it's usual parking spot-either a very good thing or a very bad thing. Picking the lock on her door as quickly as he could, he raced into the bedroom, shouting her name. Freezing in horror, he stared at the bright red smiley face above the bed that had become his waking nightmare for the better part of a decade. It brought him a little comfort that there was no body underneath it yet. Presumably Red John had realised that killing Lisbon would destroy what was left if his sanity, leaving him without an opponent to play his games. Kidnapping and torturing her, however, would be the perfect repercussion for refusing to join him. A flash of white caught Jane's attention, and he snatched it up as quickly as he could when his whole body was trembling.
Dear Patrick,
As hurt as I was by your rejection of my offer of friendship, I very much appreciate the company of your beautiful and determined partner. Her concern for you is truly touching, and I have decided that it is time for a conversation that the two of you are too stubborn to have without my aid. Maybe what happens next will serve as a reminder of my power and generosity.
A tiny part of his brain that wasn't dissecting every word in the note to figure out the best way to get Lisbon out of this situation alive scoffed at the fact that a serial killer had used the term generosity. He pulled out his cell phone and called Cho. "It's me, you all need to get over here now. Red John has Lisbon" "We'll be right over" was the all stoic agent replied in his typical deadpan manner. Patrick knew him well enough though to realise that his conversation had been even briefer than usual, the only sign he had given that he was worried about his boss and friend. Frowning, he ran a hand through his curly blonde hair and wondered if Red John would get in touch with him again. It certainly seemed like the most likely possibility from the note. He was just about to reread the killer's words, when he felt a brief, sharp pain in his neck before his body was forced into unconsciousness.