It's not very often Jane hates somebody. There are a few that stretch his tolerance levels, and he finds it very hard to resist having fun with them. But this woman, who stands before him, wearing a low cut, orange, sleeveless top, and a yellow, short, a line skirt and the most ridiculous shoes, is making his blood boil. She's weeping, trying to play on their sympathies, when she's, in fact, a cold bloodied killer. Her four-year old boy is dead because of her. He suspects he was getting in the way of something she wanted. A man no doubt or perhaps money - no definitely a man.
Lisbon is talking to her.
"We're very sorry for your loss, but we have to ask these questions."
The woman cries in to her handkerchief even harder.
"Please leave me alone. I just lost my little boy. He's all I had in this world."
Lisbon places a gentle hand on the woman's arm. Jane can hardly resist the temptation to knock it away. He knows on the outside he looks relaxed, but, inside he's rolling his eyes and bouncing on his heels. Lisbon continues talking to the woman.
"I know it's difficult but we have to ask them. We'll be as quick as possible."
The woman reluctantly lets them in to the house. She leads them in to the living room and invites them to sit. Jane refuses the invitation.
"I'm fine, mind if I take a look around?"
He gives her a blinding smile and the woman's taken aback and nods her acquiescence. Lisbon watches the exchange and realises that something is off with Jane. She pierces him with a warning look and he shrugs. She turns her attention back to the distraught mother.
"When did you last see Ryan?"
"About 10am. He was playing in the backyard with his trucks. I asked him if wanted a drink. He said yes. I went to get him one, but then the phone rang. It was Lily from two doors down. She loves to chat and I couldn't get her off the phone. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes. I got him a drink of juice and went out to give it to him. I couldn't see him and I called his name, but there was no reply."
The woman sniffs and looks down, composing herself. She looks up, her eyes are brimming with tears. She wipes them away.
"I-I-I-I saw the back gate was open. I ran to it, figuring he must have gone through it, even though he knows not to. I pushed it open some more and he was lying right there. I fell to my knees beside him. I could see blood all over him. The look on his face, he looked so confused..."
Jane had heard enough.
"...He probably couldn't understand why his own mother was doing this to him."
Jane's outburst shocks Lisbon and she quickly turns in his direction.
"Jane stop."
Jane takes a step towards the woman who stands up.
"I not going to stop Lisbon. All that violence done to that little boy was done by her."
"How could you say such a thing. I loved him."
"See Lisbon, did that sound like an innocent woman. You didn't love Ryan. You hated him because he's the reason you've been alone for so long. How can any man love you with a kid in tow. I bet there's signs of abuse all over his body. Now you found someone, he's makes you feel a woman again. Wining and dining you, making love to you. You've never met anyone like him before. He's asked to set up house with you. You never told him about Ryan and now that everything you want is coming your way, you weren't going to let Ryan get in the way."
She turns to Lisbon.
"Are you going to stop him.?"
Lisbon can tell that Jane is most probably right. Jane sees this and answers for her.
"No she isn't, because she can see the same thing. She can see that you are a cold bloodied killer of the worst kind. You killed an innocent child, who looked to you for love and protection and received hate and violence. Ryan was not the reason you're alone, it's because you're evil. You finally found some who was blind to your ugliness."
The woman flinches from the insult.
"Yes, all that make up doesn't hide your ugliness. You're as ugly as the shoes on your feet."
Before Lisbon can stop her, the woman swings her arm and punches Jane in the nose. She quickly moves in and has the woman against the wall in handcuffs. She turns and finds Jane nursing his nose. She can see blood between his fingers.
"That's assault Lisbon. I hope you're going to charge her along with murder."
Lisbon smiles sweetly at him. I don't think I'll bother Jane. You had it coming, you can call a woman a cold bloodied killer and child abuser but you never criticize her shoes."
