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READ THIS FIRST! Ok so in the flashback parts, the dialogue bits is Jane's voice over the top, of what he is telling Lisbon. The descriptive writing id what the viewers see really happened, in that blue and white affect they use for flashbacks in the mentalist
"Jane?" Lisbon whispered through clenched teeth, a shocked, and angry expression on her face. How did he POSSIBLY get there?
Jane analysed Lisbon's expression when she saw him, and although he saw the main emotions of shock, anger and irritation in, he almost thought he could see perhaps a small amount of relief, or perhaps... Happiness? To this thought he raised an eyebrow, amusement curling the right side of his mouth into a half smile.
Jane opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Lisbon shutting the trunk in his face. He heard her take her phone out and dial a number, then her muffled voice saying something to do with her car... Feeling sick... Going home... He then heard the car door open and close, then the engine purr as he felt the vibration of the car moving. At every stop, he could swear Lisbon was braking extra hard, sending him crashing against the sides of the trunk the entire trip. Then the car slowed, and finally came to a stop.
Lisbon leant her head against the steering wheel. What was she supposed to do? Rolling her eyes, she turned off the engine, undid her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, walked round to the trunk, and opened it, to see Jane squinting at her, the light of the sun reflecting in his eyes.
With a small yet whole-hearted smile and without a word, Jane got out of the tiny space and stretched his back, his jail shirt untucking and revealing a purple mark on his side. Lisbon's eyes widened at it. Was it a bruise? Jane didn't seem to notice, and started towards Lisbon's front door.
Lisbon hurried Jane into her home without a word, obviously extremely cautious about someone seeing her hiding a fugitive.
The pair entered Lisbon's living room in silence, Lisbon obviously confused and unsure about what she was doing or what she was going to do with her troublesome ex-consultant.
Jane swaggered into the space, and sat down on one of Lisbon's beige coloured couches. He looked up to see Lisbon standing, arms crossed, pale green eyes glaring.
"Ahh..." Jane stated, completely unsure about what to say under this pressure, "Do you want me to make some tea? Coffee?"
Jane watched as Lisbon continued to stand, glaring, eyebrows creased, expecting her to ignore his suggestion and ask about his escape, or yell at him, or throw something at him. But no, she just stood, staring, arms crossed, and then,
"Sure I'll have a coffee. Top shelf of the cupboard closest to the fridge."
Lisbon said this in a high, airy voice that suggested she had given up fighting him, and had simply given in. She relaxed a little once he was out of the room, slid her hands into her front pockets of her jeans and stared out the window at nothing in particular. Why was she doing this? Why hadn't she just driven him straight back to jail?
Jane returned with their drinks in his hands, and Lisbon took hers, then sat down, her eyes signalling Jane to sit down too on the couch closest to him, which happened to be the cushion closest to her according to him.
It didn't seem right to just sit in silence and drink, so Jane placed his cup down and said, "Look Lisbon... I am so sorry I dragged you into my mess..." He spoke in a dry, harsh but quiet tone, as he stared down at the carpet, his arms resting on his knees.
Jane was obviously extremely confused about Red John, and guilty about dragging Lisbon into what he thought were his problems, and so Lisbon decided to make the conversation less awkward by talking about the case.
"How did you know it was Red John you shot that day? Why him?" she asked, tilting her head up with curiosity.
"It was him. It had to be." Jane said, eyes at the floor, "he said..." his voiced trailed off for a moment, as tears started to gather in his eyes. "he knew..." his voice trailed off again as he fought back the tears, not wanting to break down in front of his colleague, but suddenly he had to say it, this time his voice was loud and strong.
"Strawberries and Cream Lisbon. He knew the shampoo Charlotte used was strawberries and cream. He knew. That was the proof. Strawberries and cream."
Lisbon watched as Jane stood, then faced his back to her, brought his hands up to his face for a moment, and taking a deep breath, turned back around and sat down. Then, in a much calmer voice, after swallowing the last of his unshed tears, said, "That's how I knew it was him."
Jane's stare was burning into Lisbon's eyes, and in his eyes she could see the pain, and anger, and sadness that she always loathed to see in him.
"How... how did you get out of jail?" she asked, and felt achievement as she saw his expression lighten as pride of his escape filled him.
Jane's eyes had lit up and regained a calm contact with hers as he filled with pride, and a small smile played on his lips as he told her how he escaped.
"After you had shown me the proof that there was still a Red John out there, I felt instantly sick in the stomach..."
**Flashback**
After Lisbon had shown him the horrid truth that Red John was still alive and killing, Jane used his unintentional vomiting as an excuse to leave the visiting room unescorted. He headed in the direction of his cell, but dodged into a separate corridor that led to the laundry department.
"I was on my way back to my cell when I ran into a small, rather chubby man, an officer... Didn't catch his name..."
He ran into a prisoner on the way, a tall, well built man with several rather graphic tattoos. Perfect, just what he needed. Literally. Apologising to the man, Jane made sure he kept his voice low and his eyes in line with those of his subject. He was hypnotising the toughest looking prisoner he had ever seen.
"We got talking, I told him about you and the team and how I got into prison... And he sympathised..."
Jane peered around the corner, the prisoner beside him, and saw two guards, each with tasers on their belts, and radios. He clicked his fingers and the prisoner approached the guards, punched one of them so hard that the guard fell to the ground, and the other got out his taser, turning his back to both Jane and the door.
"The officer told me to follow him, and he brought me to a room with an emergency exit. He distracted the guards and I left."
Jane took this as the moment of his escape. And it worked. Jane sprinted out the emergency exit without even being noticed by either guard, and after a series of staircases and tunnels, found himself in the underground car-park.
"The emergency exit lead to many tunnel and passageways but I eventually reached the car-park."
His eyes scanned over the cars, finally finding the one he was searching for. Lisbon's mustang. He sprinted over to it, tried the driver door, locked. Tried the boot, locked. He'd have to pick the lock of the passenger's seat.
"I was going to just run out, but I knew I'd be caught, so I looked around and found a car, which happened to be yours, and I got into the trunk and I waited."
Jane frantically searched the ground, keeping below the top of the cars, hoping his escape would pan out, and suddenly, his eye caught something. A pin. About two and a half inches long. He reached out under the grey van where it rested, and picked it up with a smile.
"Your trunk was unlocked, so it was easy..."
Suddenly, he heard yelling policemen from the direction of the emergency exit, and the unmistakable echo of Lisbon's boots as she came out of the elevator. Snapping back into reality, sweat running down his brow, Jane shoved the pin into the lock of Lisbon's trunk, and tried to focus and remain calm. Biting his bottom lip in concentration, he clicked it around inside the lock, and finally he heard the pop of the lock unlocking. He slipped into the boot, closing it softly, then sat more still then he had ever sat before, curled up in a rather uncomfortable ball, and his heart leaped at the sound of the engine starting and the feeling of the car pulling out of the car-park and onto the open road.
"And that..."
**End of Flashback**
"Is how I escaped." Jane finished, retrieving his teacup from the coffee table and taking a sip.
"Wow." Lisbon said, not only surprised that Jane had managed to escape jail for the second time out of two, but that it was so easy to escape. She couldn't help but think why an officer would simply release a prisoner, or why her boot was unlocked… but Lisbon had a pretty good idea what had really happened.
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