Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist, any of its characters and I get no money from this either
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, things are just crazy and the laptop is still screwy but for anyone still reading this, enjoy! And thanks to my amazing reviewers lucyyh, Helvetica Bold, avidfan23, In The Name, Jisbon4ever, funnygirlOoObroadwaybaby, Simonisthecutestmentalist and jisbon-sessed :)
Lisbon opened her mouth to demand to know what he meant but he had already hung up on her, feeling a pit of dread welling in her gut she flipped her cell shut and glanced up at the crimson dawn, a sign of warning.
"Lisbon?" questioned Jane and she jumped at the sudden intrusion in her thoughts.
"What?" she asked instantly.
"You seem unusually on edge today, I know you're not a morning person but still," Jane commented, "what's wrong?"
"It's just…" she began rubbing her tired temple, "y'know the magpie song? One for sorrow etc. This guy keeps calling me and saying it but he knows my name and that I'm working on the case…"
"And you think its something to do with case?"
"I think he's the killer," Lisbon stated worriedly, "I know it sounds crazy but the way he acts…"
"It's not crazy Lisbon," Jane told her firmly feeling suddenly anxious for her safety, "I trust your judgment and if you're worried about it then it is something to be worried about."
"Thank you Jane," Lisbon said gratefully that he wasn't mocking her, "I'll head back to CBI now and ask Van Pelt to run a trace on the last call to my cell… The sooner we catch this guy the better."
"Be careful," he added nodding in agreement.
She headed back to her car with the intense feeling that she was being watched, it occurred to her that he must be watching her if he knew when she was at the crime scene. Slightly panicked she scanned around for anyone suspicious but all she saw were a few uniformed officers beside the front door and Jane wandering around looking at the house.
Shaking her head that she was just being paranoid she drove straight to the CBI and into the bullpen where she was grateful to see Van Pelt and Rigsby had arrived and were tapping away on their computers.
"Hey boss," they greeted her in unison smiling brightly.
"Van Pelt I need you to ran a trace on my cell phone," Lisbon announced tossing her phone to the rookie, "find out what the last number was to call me. I think it was the killer."
"Wait. What?" muttered Rigsby scowling with confusion while Van Pelt began working on it, "the killer just randomly called you?"
"I think he's taunting us with nursery rhymes or it could just be a crank caller, either way we have to find him," Lisbon explained tiredly deciding she needed her morning coffee.
"I don't think it's a crank caller," Van Pelt stated worriedly, "the number that calls you belongs to the cell phone of our victim."
"So he kills her and takes her cell phone to ring me… that's new," Lisbon said half to herself, "can you find out where the cell phone is now?"
"If he calls you again."
"Look who finally decided to show up for work today," Cho offered deadpan entering the bullpen with Jane as the other two agents turned bright red, "by the way about the case, the killer took the vic's necklace. A trinket she wore around her neck as well as-"
"Her cell phone," Rigsby finished, "maybe he took it so we wouldn't track the calls back to him?"
"That was stupid, we can still trace Myra's phone to his location," Van Pelt said scowling, "assuming he calls again."
"He will," Jane announced from his couch where he now lay, "he's not done yet."
Lisbon opened her mouth to reply but closed it abruptly as her cell phone started ringing, 5 pairs of eyes turned anxiously towards it and Lisbon swallowed as Van Pelt solemnly handed it to her before she flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"I knew you'd be more well mannered after the sun rose," the caller told her cheerfully.
"Feel like answering my questions yet?" Lisbon wondered nervously watching as Van Pelt furiously tapped away at the keyboard.
"You should know who I am," he stated bitterly, "clearly your memory is almost as bad as your crime fighting skills."
"What?" scoffed Lisbon indignantly feeling offended, "you think I'm a bad cop?"
"You are a terrible agent, can't even close a case without the help of that supposed wonder boy Jane," the caller taunted, "even now you need my help to catch me."
"What are you talking about?"
"You can only find me because I'm calling you," he sneered, "you don't think I realize you're tracing this call? I hope you've had your morning coffee because today is going to be a very long day."
With that he hung up on her again and Lisbon was left frowning, clearly he felt like she'd wronged him somehow but his voice didn't sound familiar and nothing about him rang any bells.
"Did you get an address?" Lisbon asked pulling herself away from her thoughts.
"1180 Fulton Avenue," the rookie answered while the team began jumping to their feet.
"Agent Lisbon, a word?" questioned Higtower who Lisbon noticed was now standing in the doorway.
"Let's go," she commanded quickly, "I'll fill you in later boss," she called back to Hightower.
They reached the car and sped away to the location provided, she tried to shake off the feeling that this was too easy but couldn't. Jane's brooding expression only seemed to confirm her fears, that he'd be long gone by the time they got there. It was too easy and besides, he had clearly wanted her to trace the call, which screamed he wasn't going to be waiting for them, especially since he was only on line two of the song. He'd either led her into a trap, or something he wanted her to find. Silently she cursed how she was thinking like Jane as Rigsby pulled up outside the address, striding over to the door she noticed a note like the one left to Myra's twin: FIRST DOOR ON THE LEFT.
Drawing her gun readily as did Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt they knocked on the door loudly calling they were CBI. When no answer came they hurried the Landlord to open it, when the little old man had finally found the correct key the door swung open to reveal the second victim.
Cursing silently Lisbon launched a frustrated kick at the wall before her cell phone broke the silence. Shakily she holstered her weapon and flipped open the phone with a feeling of dread.
"Two for joy…"
