The Anniversairy
Jane's POV
One year. A whole year since I started dating Teresa Lisbon. Why did I wait so long? I know it was because of Red John, I'm still scared he'll take her away from me, but I know she's strong enough to protect herself. It won't happen, she's mine.
These were just some of the thoughts going through my head as I drove home. I often had dreams that Lisbon was taken, but every time, I'd wake up with her beside me and know everything was ok. I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment block and jumped out, lifting the pizza box of the back seat. I locked the car, and headed up the steps towards our room.
The door was slightly open, but I didn't think anything of it because it was a warm day and our air conditioner was broken, we needed ventilation somehow. I stepped in and set the pizza box on the table. As I straightened again and undid the first button on my waistcoat, something hit me on the back of the head and I passed out.
Lisbons POV
I'd had to work late every night this week. This new case was stressing me out, and because it involved an abusive father I was determine to do the family justice. Luckily, the wonderful Jane knows this case is important and has let me work late without complaining. On one condition (as always) I had to be home for pizza at 7:00 tonight. It was now 6:34. Oops, I knew I wouldn't quite make it, but if I left now, I'd be close enough.
I turned off the lights and locked up. The drive home was spent by fantasising over the food I was going to be eating in a matter of minutes. I couldn't eat at work with this stupid case, when I was in the building, the thought of food made me nauseas, but the second I was in the car it was a very different story.
When I arrived back at the apartment I hurried up the stairs and into the room. The smell of pizza hit me when I opened the door, I called for Jane as I took of my coat… there was no answer, odd. I hung my coat on the back of the door and went to take off my boots when I saw it. On the table by the pizza was a small piece of folded paper which had a small red smiley face on it. I hurried to the table and unfolded it.
'I've got him. Be at the old warehouse by 8.' I knew where he meant, he meant where we'd found his last victims, but I was now really wishing I'd left when I should have, I had a mere 10 minutes to do at least a 20 minute drive. I was going to have to drive at Jane's speed not my own. He needed me.