Chapter 1
Yay, my second Mentalist fic. I was so inspired by all your reviews for my first fic that I decided to go ahead and give this a go. Thanks again to all who reviewed my first Mentalist fic, "Ignoring Jane". Hope you like this.
Disclaimer: I've noticed that I failed to include a disclaimer in my previous fic.
Does it really need to be said? I don't own 'em. It hurts to say, but I don't. However, they can't stop me from stalking Simon Baker. Actually they can, but that's beside the point. On with the story!
Jane sat tensely at his table arranged for two. He was probably shaking with anticipation and adrenalin. After all, this was an important evening. He and Teresa had been dating for eight months and a half since that wonderful and amazing kiss in her office. He loved her more than anyone since his wife and he was finally ready to take the chance again. He hesitantly reached into his right jacket pocket and sighed in relief as it was just where he had left it. He was going to do it. He was going to ask the woman he truly loved to marry him.
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He stood there, across the street from where Patrick Jane sat in the fancy restaurant, and watched him as he reached into his pocket and smiled. He pulled on a cap and smirked as he walked away.
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Teresa Lisbon ran her fingers through her hair for the tenth time and smoothed out her dress. She was wearing a dark-green evening gown, low cut at the back and front. It ran off her shoulders and held her figure wonderfully. She smiled at herself before grabbing her dark-green purse and slipped in her stilettos. Rushing down the steps of her apartment building, she nearly stumbled down in her hurry because she was already late.
"Damn," she swore under her breath as she prevented her fall by holding onto the rails.
As she reached the bottom and reached out to push the glass door open, a figure moved to stop her.
"Excuse me," she said politely.
The queer figure turned to block her entire path. He grabbed her arms and stifled her with a piece of cloth drenched in chloroform. Lisbon, being taken off guard, was still able to fight him off. Or at least attempt to. She hadn't her gun and he was too strong for her. The chloroform didn't help at all, as her senses were blurred and she could feel her strength draining from her body. She decided to conserve her energy and let her kidnapper take control.
Once he was sure she was unconscious, he lifted her and placed her gently in the back seat of his car, ensuring she was gagged and tied to the seat before he drove off away from her apartment building.
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Patrick drummed his fingers on the table. He had been doing that for the last forty-five minutes. An occupant of one of the tables beside him looked over and glared. He apologized and called the waiter over to get another drink at his table. He was worried and had called her twice but was unable to get to her. All thoughts ran through his mind. What if it was a sign? He shook his head, and cursed the signs. To hell with them. He loved her and he was going to marry her. Well, if she said yes.
"Teresa, where are you?" he muttered. Jane got up from his table; leaving his drink untouched, got in his car and drove to her apartment.
It wasn't a long ride and he quickly got out and jogged up to her apartment. Immediately he noticed her lock was broken and rushed inside frantically calling her name.
"Teresa?!" he yelled and drew his gun when he was sure she was not there. He made his way to her bedroom but before he could search for any signs of violence or a struggle, a familiar art caught his eye.
He gasped as he stared breathlessly at the red smiley face painted on the wall. Anger, hatred and sorrow all raced through his body. He should've known to keep his distance from the ones he held dear to him.
"NO!!" Jane yelled crumbling to the ground as sobs racked his body.
A/N: Damn Red John! Well, please let me know what you think. I'd love to hear your suggestions, because we have to get Lisbon back, don't we. I'm going for four reviews at least before I continue. Oh, and have you ever heard of the bands 30 Seconds To Mars and Lacuna Coil? There're the best, well that's my opinion. Lacuna Coil is more of a gothic metal band. However, feel free to let me know what band is your favorite. I'd like to know. Take care, xxx Cordy . (Smiley meant in a completely non-Red John way).
P.S. Next chapter is a lot longer and follows Patrick Jane all the way. It's already typed up and awaiting your reviews before posted!
