'Cho, what we got?' Lisbon called as she stepped out of the SUV. 'Did you bring Jane?' Cho snapped, he seemed anxious, which was strange for Cho.
'No,' Lisbon replied cautiously, 'he's driving himself in, he was at home in Malibu when I called him.'
'Good,' Cho replied. 'You need to take a look at this.'
Lisbon was almost scared to see the scene in there. Why was Cho so anxious? He was never anxious! It must be terrible.
Lisbon approached the front steps of the house and climbed then slowly. She eased the front door open and walked down the corridor to where Rigsby was standing, holding Van Pelt in a bear hug. 'What is it?' Lisbon asked. 'See for yourself.' Rigsby choaked.
Slowly Lisbon turned around and looked into the room. Oh, no. There it was. The infamous Red John smiley face. But not just one. The regular sized face had a friend. A smaller version to it's left on the wall.
Lisbons eyes panned down and she gasped, falling back against the wall. She covered her mouth. 'No,' she whispered. 'No, no, no.'
A car pulled up outside. The familiar clicking of the engine told her it was Jane. 'He can't see this.' She told herself, dragging herself up and hurtling toward the front door and out again.
'Oh, well hello Lisbon. I'm glad you're so happy I'm here that you couldn't even wait until I got inside.' He said grinning. Lisbon did not return the favour.
'Jane,' she croaked, 'please… don't go in there.' His face fell. Now he knew something was wrong.
'Why?' he replied in a more sombre tone.
'Because I asked you to.'
Jane ignored her request and began walking toward the house he saw Cho on the porch with his head in his hands and Rigsby at the end holding Grace. 'This was a bad case,' he thought to himself. He walked to the end of the corridor and stopped. He stared down at the victims. Well, what was left of the victims. Their bodies had been cut up. 2 arms, 2 legs, a head, and a torso of both a mother and daughter laid on the floor in front of him. But that wasn't the end of it. Oh, God how he wished that was the end of it. The limbs had been carefully arranged so they spelled… J…. A… N… E.
Hey guys, I know for a first chapter that was rough and quite graphic. But I assure you this will blossom in to a romance and the case will not be mentioned in the next few chapters in this much detail. It is a Jane and Lisbon story… I swear! :D