Patrick Jane stood stock still in the attic while a young man with dark hair held a gun, pointing it directly at Patrick.
"Now, Billy. Calm down, no one needs to get hurt."
"Yeah, people tell me that all the time." Billy said sarcastically, waving the gun around wildly. "Why, I should shoot you right now. It'd teach your team to mind they're own business." Patrick's heart began to race when he realized Billy wasn't bluffing.
Grace Van Pelt had looked into Billy Sauna when every little detail about his night added up. Jane, of course, caught on and that was why he was in this mess.
"Billy, just put the gun-"Jane was cut off by the sharp shout of "CBI!"
Kimball Cho kicked the door down as Wayne Rigsby rushed in. Billy pulled the trigger and it acted as if in slow motion. Everything about this day would stick in Jane's mind easily. Rigsby raced forward and jumped in front of Patrick, knocking Patrick to the floor. A loud gasp shot out of Rigsby as Cho handcuffed Billy.
Knocking Billy to the side, Cho quickly made his way over to Rigsby, who seemed to be gasping for air. The paramedics showed and hurriedly took him to the hospital. Patrick stood out by the curb with Teresa Lisbon as the ambulance drove away.
"Why is it that every time you do something stupid my team pays for it?" She asked angrily. Patrick shrugged modestly as Lisbon stormed to her shiny black SUV. Patrick ran and caught up with her just as she started the car. Hopping into the passenger seat, they drove off to the hospital.
They waited for hours before Rigsby got out of surgery. A tall man in scrubs came out and Lisbon stood up.
"How is he?" She asked anxiously. It was 2:30 in the morning and her eyes were swollen from fatigue.
"Well, the bullet just missed his lungs, so we were able to remove the bullet safely and he should be fine." Lisbon sighed in relief and looked back at Cho, who was holding a sleeping Grace in his arms. Grace's eyelids were puffy and you could tell she had been crying.
"He's going to be fine." She whispered to Cho and he smiled back in relief.
A few minutes later, Patrick walked in with a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry Jane, Rigsby's going to be fine." But Patrick shook his head.
"Billy said he knew Red John. I… I think he's telling the truth." Patrick turned his eyes to Lisbon.
"Are you serious?" She asked and Jane nodded.
"Rigsby was shot trying to protect you. Does that not matter? Is his life nothing more than a playing piece to get you one step closer to Red John?" She demanded and Patrick looked away.
"That's it. Get out of here." She ordered.
"You want me to leave?" He asked skeptically.
"Actually, I do."
"Come one Lisbon. Rigsby's fine. You guys need me." He realized that was a mistake once he saw the mad look in Teresa's eyes.
"We need you do we? Fine, we'll see how well we can get along without you. Give me your badge." She demanded.
"What?" Patrick asked, shocked.
"Give me our badge and I don't want to see you at Headquarters, ever." Hurt flashed across his face as he handed her his badge. "Thank you. Now leave. We don't want you here." His features twisted into a grimace, as if her words caused him pain. Checking her eyes and seeing nothing but hatred Patrick turned and left.
Teresa stood in shock at what she had just done. Sinking to her knees, she finally let loose the tears she had held in since she had heard Jane had been shot at…
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Tell me if this is good or not. Just trying something different and this is m first Mentalist fic. So, please review!!