A/N: So, I decided to make another story :). This one is about Jisbon (again), and it looks a lot like my other stories, but it just popped into my mind and I HAD to write it down, so... Haha, enjoy :).
Disclaimer: You think that Jane would be in jail if I owned The Mentalist? I would've put Lisbon with him in jail, if I owned The Mentalist, but I don't own it, so don't think I own it :).
Placing his cup of tea on the table, Jane looked around. No one. Still no one. Where was everybody? It wasn't like he was that early. He sat down. In the last few weeks, he had been sleeping in the cellar of the CBI HQ in Sacramento. Not that he had anywhere else to go. Yes, he had his own house, but sleeping there would mean sleeping with that bloody smiley on the wall. He couldn't bare sleeping there. He picked up his cup and entered the bullpen. He walked around and looked at the office of a particular black-haired cop. Just when he thought of taking a look in there...
"Hi Jane!" Jane looked behind him. Grace was happily walking into the bullpen, followed by Rigsby. He observed them. What a pity those two broke up. They made such a great couple.
"Hi guys." Jane replied, walking past them to his couch.
"Don't you have anywhere else to sit?", Rigsby asked curious when he saw Jane laying on his couch. Again.
"In fact, Wayne, I don't.", Jane said with a "Jane"-smile. He didn't understand why everybody made such a problem about him laying on his couch the whole day. He didn't have anything else to do, other than looking at the stain in the shape of Elvis. But to do that, he had to lay on his couch, so the circle was round again.
"Good morning.", Cho said while entering the bullpen.
"Where's the Boss?" Cho asked, walking over to his desk and turning on his computer. Jane laughed inside. Cho and Lisbon have been working together longer than Rigsby, Van Pelt and him all put together, or at least, that's what he thought. He found it cute that Cho every morning asked where she was, even thought he most likely knew that she was arriving after him.
"Well Cho, like every other morning, she will be here in five, four, three, two, one...", Jane said, followed by him pointing at the door. The trio looked at the door, than at Jane.
"Erm... Jane? She isn't here.", Van Pelt said, with a slight concern in her voice.
"Well, now then... Five, four, three, two, one...", and he again pointed at the door. Again, no Lisbon. He sat up straight. That was weird. He looked at his watch. 08:02. Other days, she would have been here at exactly 08:00. He turned around to sit in his couch. He looked over at her office. No Lisbon.
"Jane? What are you thinking?", Van Pelt asked.
"I don't know, my dear Grace, but I think we might have an appointment with Madeleine.", Jane said, while standing up and exiting the bullpen. The trio ran after him.
"What do you mean? Jane, come on! Tell us what you think!", Rigsby said, and Jane could hear he was annoyed and almost pissed off.
"Cho, you're sure you didn't saw Lisbon on your way upstairs?"
"Yes?"
"And you two didn't saw her either?", he asked while looking at Rigsby and Van Pelt. They looked at each other.
"I didn't see anything. You?" Van Pelt asked.
"Nope..."
"Then, my fellow co-workers, I think Lisbon is A: sick, because she would never come late, B: At Walters house, but then again, she would come late, or C: She is kidnapped by aliens." The three looked at him, all confusion in their eyes.
"Aliens, huh? That's a new one.", Cho said, without emotion. Jane could almost feel Rigsby and Van Pelt rolling their eyes.
"Cho, my dear friend, you'll never know if they exist or not, unless you have bitter sweet evidence."
"Yeah, sure.", Cho said, and he walked away.
"I'm going to visit Madeleine and report that Lisbon is kidnapped by aliens!" Jane said.
"Wait, I'm going to call her first!" Van Pelt said while running to her desk.
"Yeah, um, that's an idea. Well, call me if you need me!" Jane said and he ran through the hallway. He took the steps upstairs and he slit the door open. He entered his "room" and then slit the door shut again. Then he collapsed on the floor. O no, this is not good... Lisbon, dammit, where are you?
Lisbon awoke to one awful smell. One smell she could not fully recognize, or at least, not knew for sure. When she wanted to touch her face, she found her wrists and legs were tied to a chair. She looked around. The room she was in was dark. There were no windows in the walls, so this must be a basement or something. Don't panic, Lisbon, don't panic. For some reason she laughed about her own thoughts. Did she just call herself Lisbon? She laughed harder, when a door opened. She blinked with her eyes, because the room was suddenly filled with a lot of light. What the...
"Hello Teresa.", a high pitched voice said.
"Who are you?", Lisbon exclaimed.
"I have many names. But you, your unit and mostly your consultant will know me under the name of Red John." Lisbon froze. She knew that this day would come once.
"Why are you doing this?", she asked, but she already knew the answer.
"I don't have to answer that, right?", Red John said while approaching her. His face was now beside her. "Because you fell in love with Patrick, that's why I'm doing this." He stepped back a few steps.
"You know, I always thought Patrick learned his lesson. After I killed his wife and child, I thought he would've understood what I meant to say. But he kept loving around. First with that psychic. I always wondered what he saw in her, but after I took her with me, I understood. She is a lovely woman, but she just isn't the right one for him. And now with you. I must say I'm impressed. That a woman, so beautiful and such, can hang around with such an ass as Patrick Jane." His face was beside hers. "I'm very impressed."
"What do you mean? I'm not in love with Jane!" She was confused. Even thought she really liked Jane, she just liked him as a good friend. She couldn't really tell the same about him...
"Teresa, Teresa, Teresa..." He shook his head.
"You almost believe your own lies, I see. I understand. You're afraid you might lose your job, or Patrick will lose his. But you don't have to be afraid. Not about losing your job. But you might be a little afraid about losing your life." Lisbon froze again. This could not be happening. When she closed her eyes, she would wake up and this will all be a bad dream. She closed her eyes, and opened them. She looked into the face of Red John. Again.
"You really think this is a dream, Teresa? I can tell you, it's not. It's your worst nightmare, one you cannot escape from. But don't worry, I will give your beloved consultant a chance."
"What chance?"
"A chance at which your life may depend. Have fun!", Red John said, and he shut the door closed again, leaving Lisbon in complete confusion.
"Jane? Jane, open up!"
Jane opened his eyes. He looked around. He walked towards the door, when he suddenly knew what was happening: Lisbon was missing, and everybody was doing its best to find her. And he was just sleeping around in his cellar.
He punched himself, and he opened the door.
"Finally! Jane, come quick, you gotta see this!" Van Pelt exclaimed. It was not like Grace to be so hyper about something. Something's completely wrong.
"Grace, you don't have to scream. What is it?"
"Sorry! Follow me!", Van Pelt said and ran away. Jane quickly followed her.
Once they were in the bullpen, Cho and Rigsby looked up.
"Jane, you were right! Well, about the kidnapping part, the alien part was not true..."
"Rigsby, I'm always right, you know that."
"Well, not always." Van Pelt murmured.
"What was that?", Jane asked, while looking at Van Pelt.
"O, erm, nothing. I found something. This video was sent to my e-mail half an hour ago. I tried to find out where it came from, and I found this address." She hit play. Jane could see Lisbon tied into a chair in a dark room. Thank God the maker made this video with a night-camera, because otherwise they couldn't see Lisbon. Jane recognized the room... Van Pelt handed out a note with an address on it.
"Good work Grace! Are we going to check it out-" Jane was cut off by Hightower walking into the bullpen.
"Not so quick, Jane. Cho, you're in charge, don't listen to Janes orders."
"But Madeleine...", Jane said in a childish way.
"First, my name is Hightower, second, I'm not listening to you anymore. Remember the last time you thought you were in charge?" Jane smiled innocently, while the others rolled their eyes. About two months ago they were working on this particular case and they had found where their suspect may be hidden, when Jane was suddenly gone. They tried to call him, but he left his phone on his desk. Half an hour later they found Jane in a room, with several bruises on his body and their suspect lying on its back. He had said 'It's not what it looks like', Lisbon almost died out of angriness and the team and her just had to fill in a lot of paperwork to convince the D.A. that Jane wasn't the suspect in this case.
Jane was brought back into reality when Hightower pushed him out of the way.
"Jane, or you go lying in your couch, doing completely nothing to help find Lisbon, or you go with Cho and Rigsby to find the address on Van Pelts note. Don't be an ass this time, okay, the life of Lisbon may depend on it." Jane nodded.
"I'll go for the first one." Hightower hopelessly sighed. Jane walked over to his couch. There was something odd about its place. He lay down on it, and found out it was moved. Again.
"Guys? Did you moved my couch?" No one responded.
"Guys?" Jane looked around, to find Cho and Rigsby gone, and Van Pelt looking at the video.
"Never mind." He stood up. When he wanted to move his couch, he saw that there was a note underneath it. He grabbed it.
Dear Mister Jane.
You might want to find out where your lovely boss is, or you might never see her again. Not alive, at least.
Use your "psychic powers", and you will find out where she is.
RJ
Jane froze. He knew this letter all too well.
He opened the door, and immediately closed and locked it behind him. All the lights were still on. He mustn't forget to tell Angela to put them off when she goes to sleep. He moves his daughters bicycle. And he must not forget to tell Charlotte that she can't leave her toys on the floor, or else he might break his neck some day. He smiles. He can't blame them.
He walks up the stairs. At the end of the hallway is his daughters room. He remembers waking up each night because she would be crying, and he would sing a song to her to put her back to sleep. And when she was a little older, he would tell stories to her. Stories about pretty princesses and lovely ballerinas. And she would ask if she could be a princess or a ballerina, and he would tell her that if she really wanted to be one, she could always be one. But there is something odd this time. Charlotte never left a note on her door, and so did Angela. Well, maybe Charlotte really wanted to tell him something that couldn't wait 'till tomorrow. When he approached the door, he saw that the text on the note were not written, but typed. This was not good. He could feel his heart drop when he saw what it said.
Dear mister jane,
I do not like to be slandered in the media, especially by a dirty money-grubbing fraud.
If you were a real psychic, instead of a dishonest little worm, you wouldn't need to open the door to see what I've done to your lovely wife and child.
"Jane? Are you alright? What've you got there?" Jane was immediately brought back into reality. Van Pelt looked at him. He was kneeling besides his couch, almost crying.
"Erm... Nothing." He quickly hid the note in his pocket.
"Are you sure?" He didn't know what to do. Then he put on his 1000-watt "Jane" smile, just to hide his real feelings.
"Yes, my dear Grace, I'm sure I'm alright and I'm sure I have nothing here. I just wondered why my couch was moved, because I couldn't see the Elvis stain on the ceiling anymore." Grace first looked confused, then got up while rolling her eyes.
"Grace, I'm leaving now, if I'm not back in thirty minutes, make sure you report to Madeleine that I as well am kidnapped by aliens, alright?" Jane left but felt Grace roll her eyes again. He didn't want to tell anybody what he was going to do.
Lisbon was thinking. What else could she do? She was tied to a chair, in a complete dark room with no one else here. Or at least, she thought there was no one else here. Anyway, she was thinking. Thinking about everything she may miss when she will die. She will miss the wedding of O'Laughlin and Van Pelt. Even thought she hated the dress she had to wear because she was the maid of honor, she still wanted to see Van Pelt getting married because it felt like she was her sister. The sister she never had.
She would miss the rest of her team. She was sure they would come back to senses after a few days, maybe weeks. They were strong. Cho and Rigsby at least. About Van Pelt she wasn't really sure. But she would pull through as well, and Cho and Rigsby will help her.
But she would really miss one particular blonde-haired pain-in-the-ass but still the most beautiful consultant in the entire world. She would really miss Patrick Jane. Even thought she would never admit it, she, deep in her heart, knew she would really miss him. And he wouldn't miss her, that was one thing she was sure off. He was blind because of the revenge he wanted so badly. The revenge on the killer of his wife and child. And soon of her, Teresa Lisbon. He would never come looking for her, and he wouldn't miss her. Alright, maybe a little bit, but he wouldn't miss her as much as he misses Angela and Charlotte. Although he never talks about it, she knows it. She can see it in his eyes. There is some sort of anger, always lingering in those beautiful blue eyes.
He wouldn't understand her.
Jane had seen the address on the note. He knew almost immediately that that address was the wrong address, before Hightower roughly pulled it out of his hands. He had a strong feeling he knew where she was. And now, he was trying to find it.
"Asshole! Behave!", Jane heard people screaming when he raced through the streets of Sacramento. He didn't care. He only wanted to find Lisbon.
"CBI, open up!" Cho exclaimed, while Rigsby knocked on the door. They looked at each other; nothing.
"Open up!", Rigsby repeated. Again nothing. Cho nodded towards Rigsby, who took a few steps back and Cho broke into the door. They ran into the house, guns drawn. Cho first walked into the living room.
"Clear!"
"Clear.", he heard Rigsby calling from the kitchen.
"Nothing here. I think this is the wrong address. When we are back in Sacramento, I'll thank your girlfriend."
"Cho, for the last time, Van Pelt is NOT my girlfriend!", Rigsby exclaimed, and Cho laughed on the inside.
"I know." Rigsby punched him.
"What do you think? Will Jane listen to Hightower?"
"We're talking about Jane, Rigsby. He never listens to anybody." Rigsby smiled.
"True. But still. No, I think Jane is again laying in his couch, pretending he is asleep, or staring at that strange stain on the ceiling."
"No, I think Jane is talking to Van Pelt about this and that, complaining how everybody is underestimating him, and Van Pelt is most likely eating her computer right now, just so that Jane will still be alive when we are back."
"Now that's something I can imagine. He can also search for Lisbon. You'll never know." Cho said, without showing any emotion, like always.
"Want to bet?"
"Sure, how much?"
"Twenty bucks?" Cho frowned.
"You don't even have twenty bucks."
"I most certainly HAVE twenty bucks!" Rigsby said with wide eyes.
"You don't, Jane stole it from you this morning." Rigsbys eyes grew wider as he searched his pockets.
"How did he-" Cho smiled as Rigsby was concerned.
"Don't mention it. Let's get back."
A/N: So... That was the first chapter :). What do you think? I will finish this story a.s.a.p., I promise! I think it will only be a two-shot story, so the next one will be the last one, I guess... Unless I make an Epilogue, but I don't think so :).
Still want a disclaimer, just to make sure? Alright: Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE THE MENTALIST! Clear?