Voice in the phone
By Alasse Fefalas
Jane flipped his phone open irritatedly. Punching in the number he had long ago memorized into his mobile, Jane ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly. Seriously, Lisbon could overreact sometimes. Leaving him behind in the desert was totally uncalled for. Not during a case as important as this.
The tone rang four times before it was answered. "Lisbon, come on. Pick me up."
The other side of the phone left no answer to Jane's complaint. Frowning, Jane spoke with a concerned note in his voice, "Lisbon you there?"
"Sorry Patrick, Teresa can't come to the phone right now."
Jane's breath was caught in his throat. No air could penetrate his lungs. His mind blanked for a moment when he heard the same voice that taunts him ever since his family was murdered. Fear gripped him, eating its way into his very being. There was no way that Red John had Lisbon. Not a chance. No. Every single fibre of his body denied what was presented to him. He felt his entire world crash.
No, not Lisbon.
"Red John," Jane finally said, his voice dripping with venom.
"Yes," the voice replied, in the manner that it always did: cock-sure and confident, yet still polite. "I'm afraid Teresa won't be able to pick you up. She's a little preoccupied right now."
"Where's Lisbon?" Jane asked through gritted teeth. He was so stupid. He didn't think Red John would go after Lisbon so early in the final stage of this game.
"Oh, she's fine. A little cramped, but fine. You're right, I wouldn't have gone after dear Teresa so early, but she was getting too close."
"No!"
"Goodbye Patrick."
The line went dead. The single note tone was deafening in his ear. In his mind's eye, it was the same tone as the heart beat monitor attached to the body of a bloody petite brunette. A flat line. Shaking his head violently to clear the image of Lisbon's dead body out of his mind, Jane snapped his phone shut.
No, he could not lose focus right now. Lisbon needed him. She NEEDED him. Steeling himself, Jane flipped his phone open, ready to do whatever it took to get his Saint Teresa back from the crazed mass murderer.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This was supposed to be a one-shot, but there is some room for another chapter, I feel. What do you think? Keep it as a one-shot? Or continue?