Hey, guys, this is the first time I write an English fanfiction, without Beta Reader. That's because I'm Brazilian and my English sucks. You'll probably find a lot of grammatical mistakes. If there's something really hard to understand, just tell me and I'll try to fix. I read this more than 15 times, and I've found mistakes in every single time, so forgive me.
Cap. I - Sorry
- So Jane was right again!
Van Pelt walked behind the mentalist and bowed to get a piece of pizza – without pineapple, as Cho likes. Rigsby was in his second piece when Lisbon finally came, in time to hear the conclusion of Van Pelt. She had some incomprehensible fear about raising the great ego of Patrick Jane, so she made a point to make clear that the whole team had worked hard to close that case.
- Sure. – there was irony in Rigsby voice – Except for the fact that we were arresting the wrong guy.
- But he guided us to the right one. – added Lisbon, not giving up from being right and in the control of the situation.
- But I had already got the right guy while he was guiding you. – laughed Jane, with a piece of pizza in his hands, and that look of who is enjoying a lot bothering Lisbon.
She left her half-piece on the pizza box and turn to him. The other ones knew that an angry answer would come soon. Van Pelt and Rigsby almost laughed. Cho smiled.
- I'm sorry, but I don't thinks it's a big thing to get a confession using hypnosis.
- Good to know you're sorry, but you don't need to be. – he said, smiling even more, just to bother her.
She stayed in that position a few seconds, looking at him, which, lied on the couch, was staring her, as if daring her to answer. Lisbon then simply shook her head without moving the focus of her eyes, but did not avoided a little smile.
- Got to hell, Jane. – but there was not bad humor in such words, just lack of anything else to say.
And in the next instant, the team was eating again while talking and laughing. Jane yet got up and betted he could win at "Stone paper scissor" twenty times, without losing. Course just Rigsby accepted. And when he was at the thirteenth, not winning even once, Minelli got in, and we could call funny the face he did.
- Good to know that everybody is recovered from having witnessed two girls stabbed.
Lisbon lowered her head to conceal her laugh.
- Want something? - She asked, as if the scene Rigsby almost beating himself for failing to win was normal.
- Ah, yes. Gotta talk to you.
She frowned, because she couldn't understand. Just solved a case, there was no reason for a conversation now, but she didn't complain, just followed him.
Minelli got in first, and asked Teresa to closed the door, even though it was late at night and most of the agents had already gone long time ago. He kept his head down, staring at his own feet, on his way to say it wouldn't be good news. Actually, looked a little worried. A lot like the reaction of knowing about another mess of Jane. But the thing of hypnosis was not reported, Lisbon cover up the act and there was no way of Minelli to know about it.
- Teresa - he began, already showing up that it was a really bad thing, because called her by her first name - I want you to know that what I say is not under my jurisdiction and therefore I cannot do anything about it.
She took on the classic expression of who could not be getting less.
- Lisbon, I hid four murders from you. Committed by John Red.
Now she had discovered that in fact in the previous situation, she could be understanding less. But the fear had changed to irritation and indignation.
- Why so? Red John is our case.
I know, I know. - He said, shaking his head, agreeing fully with such positioning – But the murders did not happen in California. They happened in Nevada. The office there did not want us to get the case since the first murder. Two months later it happened again. And two months later, another one. And so, with periodic intervals, the Nevada government believes that they have sufficient evidence to believe that Red John will strike again this month, and to acquire full knowledge about the case, asked me the documents that you used to keep here and we gave the case of John Red to Nevada.
- Red... John is no longer our case? - Lisbon was partially paralyzed by such information.
Of course the first thing that crossed her mind was Patrick. There was no way to not be concerned about the issue. Isn't her, after all, who has a personal vengeance to complete about Red John.
- What about Jane? - She thought it was necessary to make such question.
- I'll offer him the chance to be transferred. Actually, you will. You are the one who will talk to that lunatic. I've talked to the office of Nevada about it, and they said they would accept him on the condition that he would not bother or create a mess, and I said he wouldn't. And you know how I hate lying. But I don't want him here freaking out to go after a case that is no longer ours.
It took a while to shake her head affirmatively, as if she had been off the air for a few seconds. Then she left, yet with that shocked look.
As she returned, Rigsby was refusing to pay twenty dollars for losing the bet. The others were laughing. Only she wasn't in that mood.
She had to call Jane twice before he stopped trying to get money from Rigsby.
- We need to talk.
- What did I do now, mom?
The others laughed. But it was Patrick Jane Patrick Jane, and with one more look he realized that the matter was serious and went to her private room.
Lisbon then felt quite in the position of Minelli. She didn't know how to start, just would try to make clear that she has no power over the situation, before he began to complain.
She leaned on her desk and looked down.
- What? - He said - What happened? Why are you with that look of pity?
- It's not look of pity.
- It's Red John, isn't it? What happened? – He had become impatient.
- Jane, four murders have been hidden from us in the last eight months.
- Four murders? Red John? - He seemed much more unhappy than Teresa expected.
- It happened in Nevada and the office there didn't want to give us the case.
- And Minelli hid this from us? - His eyes were partially closed, mouth open when finish speaking, the neck stretched forward, trying to understand such facts without success - We are in this case, Lisbon, he has no right to...
- Jane. - She stopped, a little angry - Minelli did it because he knew you'd do something stupid if you knew.
- Lisbon, Red John is mine. - He said, pointing her a finger, with angry eyes, the lips without traces of his smile - he has no right to hide this information from me! - Jane then laid hands on his hips and looked up, down, slid his hand across his face. Seemed to try to contain his anger - Four murders, Lisbon. Four women dead until they admit they can't get Red John? Lisbon, how many information we lost? Now how can we put together the pieces of this puzzle? He did not have that right!
- Jane, listen ...
- Wanna know what? - He interrupted. - He was right, I'd do something stupid. But I would capture Red John.
- There is no way to make sure you'd be able to do this, Jane.
- And if he were caught? - He said - How would I do to get revenge?
- You mean you wouldn't be happy if he'd been arrested?
- I thought we had already discussed it.
She sighed and looked away.
- The case was handed to them.
- What? - Now his indignation was big as possible - Red John was taken from us? Lisbon, Red John is mine.
- Jane, what makes you think you deserve to kill him? And the relatives of the other women he killed? Red John is not yours, Jane.
- I would be delighted if all of those relatives got together and we could make a great party of torture to him.
- You're sick.
He raised an eyebrow.
- But Minelli asked me to offer you the chance to be transferred to Nevada for the department that took the case. Just think about it and answer me when you have decided.
- Think about it? Of course I want to go. - The chance was so perfect that barely believed.
Lisbon denied to herself in disbelief.
- So that's it? Are you leaving?
- Why should I stay if I don't have the Red John's case?
- You are right, why should you stay? I'm arguing with a cold door with no feelings. - She turned, furious and put his hand on the doorknob, but Patrick held his arm – What do you want from me?
- Lisbon, I like you, I like the team. But I am not prepared to put anything above my revenge. Not yet.
- Great, go and get your revenge. But do not expect your new boss will risk it's job for you as I did so often in the name of your revenge. I'm done with this!
Lisbon then left, walking straight to where others were. Jane arrived seconds later. The other three stared at them apprehensive, fearing the worst.
- Jane is leaving this unit. - Lisbon said in an ironic tone, pointing to it - On behalf of himself, of course.
- You think I'm being selfish? - Jane started – Because I wanna avenge the death of my wife and daughter? And what are you being? You hate having me around and are always complaining that I make too much mess, and now you're making scandal because I'm leaving.
Rigsby was looking to them like if he was holding a grenade ready to explode.
- Scandal? Do you think this is a scandal? You know what? If you wanna go, fine! We will continue as before, closing cases.
- Except that now the U.S. will have a new unit with a record of cases closed successfully. - He irritated her, no doubt on purpose.
- You think your deduction can overcome a federal police training?
- I did not think, but after coming here, I realized that… yes.
- Ah, forgive me then, mister Jane, the new Sherlock Holmes.
- Lisbon, did you really think that I wasn't going to accept being transferred?
- I knew you'd want to be transferred. Just did not know that such an important decision would be taken in half a second.
- So if I hadn't said anything, but in the next day said that I would go away, everything would be okay?
- It wouldn't be okay. - Van Pelt had interfered in the conversation, shocking everyone - But it would certainly be better for us.
- I don't understand at what point would be different. - Jane replied, somewhat shaken in his position, since he realized that the team seemed to be against him.
- We would believe that you care about us, at least. - Rigsby said.
- Even though it is not true. - Cho concluded.
Patrick was shocked by such words.
- I do care about you, it's not like... as if I did not care. It's just...
Cho got up and went to him. He extended his hand.
- All right, man. It was nice working with you. - And shook hands with Patrick.
Rigsby did the same. Van Pelt embraced him.
- You do not realize that revenge will not bring anyone back, Jane. - she said – And still you don't care about who is right here.
Lisbon just watched the scene with his arms crossed, clearly furious.
Jane then turned to her with that "sorry" expression, and the two came face to face, facing off for a while. Until he embraced her, without being rewarded.
- I promised that no matter what happens, I'd be there for you. That promise stills counts. - Muttered as he hugged her. - I'm sorry, Teresa.
Her eyes were red, but she had that hard expression, not wanting to surrender and say that would miss his jokes, his smile, that she didn't know how would be the atmosphere of that unit without their magics, tricks, bets with Rigsby, or even that was not so sure about the success of forthcoming investigations. Above anything, Lisbon didn't admit that would miss, quite simply, Patrick Jane. And he left the building of the CBI that night before she could say that.
Preview of next chapter:
So he called Lisbon's house, desperate. Took a long time until someone picked up.
- Lisbon?
- Teresa is not here. - Was a breathless voice, heavy, probably modified to avoid being recognized. - Want to leave a message?
- Who is speaking?
The person laughed.
- You don't need a psychic to know.