Chapter 1: It Started With a Phone Call
Teresa Lisbon tried but kept failing to keep the smirk off of her face as she approached the scene. After all someone was dead, and she shouldn't be walking up happy. Where was the hard ass cop that she always played herself to be? Oh she knew, that person was still at home in her apartment. This person was Teresa, a woman who had spent yet another night wrapped in the arms of one Patrick Jane. They knew that they had feelings for each other for the longest time, but they never acted on them. That was until about three months ago. All it took was one bullet right between the eyes of one Red John, and it wasn't by her or him. It was Van Pelt. She had shot him dead where he stood. It was the last thing she did in their unit. She had gotten offers all around because of taking down one of The World's Notorious Serial Killers, but she decided to take a job in Missing Persons. She did that and two weeks later she and Rigsby were inseparable.
It was catching she guessed, because before she knew it she was naked in his bed and she hadn't moved since. She was happy, and every day it was getting harder and harder to keep it a secret, but that was part of the fun. They were on their to a scene and like always she had left him at her apartment to leave, and he was too leave twenty minutes after her, so no one would guess.
"Hey boss, where's Jane?" Cho asked as she approached.
"I haven't a clue, I left a message for him and he said that he was on the way, but this is Jane, so who knows." She said trying and succeeding at suppressing her smile.
"This is the strangest scene I've seen in a while, there's no body." Rigsby added from the field.
"No body, then why were we called?"
"The daughter of the AG's car was found over there and no one has been able to reach her. Not to mention there's so much blood that someone or something had to be killed. When is Jane getting here?" he asked.
"How the hell should I know!" she asked taking out her cellphone.
*AU*
Patrick had been sitting in the parking lot of Teresa Lisbon's Apartment Building for the past 45 minutes. He knew that he was supposed to wait twenty and then head on out to the scene but he still had to keep her on her toes. He knew by now she had to be getting agitated. She probably was standing there about to call him, he'd make her wait a little while longer he thought as he exited his car.
"Hello?" he answered his phone which buzzed the moment he got out of the car.
"Where the hell are you Jane? Have you even left yet?" she asked.
"My dear Teresa I've missed you, how's the scene?" he asked smirking.
"There's no scene, at least not exactly. I mean we've got blood, lots of it, but there's no body. You should be here, dare I say your hijinks would be entertaining right now."
"So I'm guessing that the others are wondering why didn't I arrive with you, you know they know right?"
"They do not, I've been careful. There's no way that they know."
"No I think they know, I mean I've been making sure I spray on a lot of your perfume lately, I think that the only odor my body carries now is your scent in fact."
He pulled the phone from his ear so that he didn't have to listen to her screaming obscenities. He really did love that firecracker. What made things better was that he could say it out loud too.
"Hey Lisbon." He whispered into the phone.
"You better be on your way Jane! If I have to be here on what looks like a wild goose chase then you have to be here as well." She sighed.
"Lisbon I'm trying to tell you something. I'm heading out right now but I want to tell you that I love…"
"Patrick Jane!" a voice asked from behind him.
He turned around and was face to face with a man holding a gun.
*AU*
"Jane?" Lisbon asked from the other end of the phone.
She would admit that her heart skipped a beat once he said that. She knew he was going to say it. He was always the one to say it first, and she knew that this time when he said it she was going to believe him. Now something was off, she could hear him talking to someone.
"Jane, who is that?" she asked him getting annoyed.
Just when she felt that she was going to say something else, she was shocked by a loud gunshot.
"Jane! Jane I don't have time for your idiot game right now!" she shouted into the receiver.
Then she heard it. It was a cackling laugh. A laugh that was so familiar but she knew that it couldn't be him, she knew he was dead.
"Who is this?" she demanded.
"Oh Teresa you're too late. Patrick will be joining the master soon." Then the line went dead.
A/N: I know another story right. I should be updating something like Sarah or Gracia but this is something that I've been thinking about. Hope you enjoy more soon.