Again, and I promise this is the last time, forgive me for any grammatical mistakes. I working really hard to translate this fic by myself.
Chapter 2 – Home is where the heart is
Jane was standing in the lobby of the agency for about five minutes, in his blue car. Such a situation would easily bother anyone. But Jane had that constant smile, his hand on the wheel, waiting. The guard should be calling for the third or fourth number, he didn't know. But the gate refused to open and let him pass.
- I said that I've forgot my nametag in my new apartment. - He explained, for the fifth time, calmly. – I've moved just a week ago, my apartment stills a mess, it's probably among the junk. And I'm not used to wear a badge.
- Then go home and get your badge. - The guard retorted.
Jane then gave up and was leaving, when a woman, with long brown hair appeared. She was wearing a blue suit and shoes with the same color. Jane saw in his eyes a determined woman, happy with herself, probably trying to fix the mistakes of her parents. Above all, gentle. Seemed to care about the people around her. In her finger, the absences of a wedding ring led him to believe that her last boyfriend was an idiot.
She approached the guard and asked what was happening. The man appointed to Jane, explaining that he tried to enter without a badge.
The woman bent down to look at who was inside the car and smiled.
- You must be Patrick Jane.
He nodded his head, with a slight smile of satisfaction by talking to her.
- My name is Amanda Muller. - And stretched his hand to greet him. Then she turned to the guard - Let him pass. He is my new consultant.
Jane parked, and she waited out of the car.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, mister Jane. We heard a lot about you.
- I hope that not from Minelli. But judging by the kindness, I doubt it.
She laughed as she walked beside him through the parking lot to the building.
- Aren't you impressed by having a woman as boss?
- Not really. My boss was also a woman in California.
- Well, that should surprise you even more. We don't have many women in this job in the country. - She showed her badge to the guard at the entrance so both could pass – What's her name?
- Lisbon. Teresa Lisbon.
- Wow, what an honor! - She smiled openly.
- Do you know her?
- And who doesn't know her? Leader of the number one unit with closed cases successfully in the country.
Jane smiled inwardly proud.
- I didn't know she was so well known.
- But I wonder if you wouldn't have anything to do with all this success. - She looked, as if asking for a gossip.
- If you say so... I try to help, that's all.
- Sorry, it was just a thought that occurred to me. - She pushed the elevator button and turned to him, with the smile in her face. - It's true what they say about you?
- It depends. What do they say about me?
- That you're a psychic. Because I personally don't believe in such things.
- No, I'm not psychic. - He denied it, happily – I just pay attention. The gestures, the way of talking, walking, and personal items help me to find out more about people.
- And what did you find out about me? - A provocative smile.
- The part you like the most about yourself is the waist. Hate to use that suit and was probably betrayed by your last boyfriend, but recovered from that fast. Knows well how to have a good social life reconciling with the work, but sometimes you wish you could travel more. Afraid to recognize that your hair is not naturally straight, without realize that this is not a problem, because you'd be fine with curls, as they really are.
She blushed at the last part. Amanda was more blushed than Lisbon when embarrassed. But he smiled and nodded his head.
- Impressive. Even not believing in psychics, I would have believed it if I hadn't said that you aren't.
They entered the elevator.
- There are no such things as psychics. - He said - Do not be fooled.
- If you say so... - she shrugged, as if the subject actually he was not very relevant.
Once they reached the third floor, Amanda guided him to the office of the new team. This was consisted of three men.
- Guys, this is Patrick Jane. - She said, getting inside the room. - Patrick, this is Sam, Josh and Pierre.
The first one which approached was very young (shouldn't be more than twenty-two years). He shook his hand cautiously, looking nervous. He was thin and lanky, with hair licked to the left. Almost a lab rat.
- Pierre. - He said. - Nice to meet you, mister, Jane.
The second, with a badge saying "Samuel", also got up, slowly, seeming not to care much, and shook his hand. He had a messy brown hair.
- Sam. - He said simply.
The third was already behind the second, waiting for his turn. He did the same, saying, "Josh." It was huge and didn't seem very smart. He stood with his hands on her waist, after greeting him.
- You lead a team of men. - Jane said. - Congratulations.
- I guess I deserve. - She agreed.
- Well… So, can I look at the latest clues from Red John?
- You have just arrived and wanna work already? I like that.
- I have a special interest in the case of Red John.
- I know. I read your file. I'm sorry for what happened. The folder with the investigation is in the third drawer. - She said, pointing to a table.
Jane rushed to get it and sit on the couch nearest. He noted that it was not as comfortable as the one he used to sit and lie in the CBI, but he could get used to. He lay down and began to peruse the reports. Got so sunk into his hunt that didn't even hear what Amanda said after, to her other team members.
The photos were very clear. No doubt it was Red John. The only thing that had intrigued him was the short period between a death and another. Usually, they were used to stay even years without news, and four murders in eight months were simply not plausible.
They didn't find many clues as he expected. He got disappointed, as someone that grabs her favorite book expecting a big surprise and is disappointed with a cliché.
Then he got up and began to save all reports. That's when a leaf fell from them.
It was a letter, a message, with the classic smile written in blood. It was his signature. The drawn that made the heart of Jane beats faster.
"So you came for me. It's shame it's too late. I hope you don't mind, however, if we play a little, as far as you have already arrived. I will get into your nightmares once again. And then you'll see who is the mouse in this game of "cat and mouse" Maybe you will understands why you can't catch me. I won't let you correct your mistakes. Won't let you carry on. You care about me more than about people who care about you "
Jane read it twice. Was it a personal threat to him?
- Miss Muller? - He stood up, confused - When did they find this letter?
She came to see what he meant.
- In the latest murder. It was in the dead woman's hand. Do you have any idea about what that could be?
If Jane says he thought about the possibility of Red John have left that letter just for him to read, would it sounds too crazy?
- Red John began to kill more often here in Nevada, asking for attention.
Muller didn't understand yet.
- How so?
- He wanted attention so that the case could be transferred officially. Because he knew I would come.
- Mr Jane, I don't believe that Red John would do that.
- Do you think this letter was to the woman who died? No, this letter... this letter is because he knew I would come after him. He knows I would not be able to stop chasing him, I would not be able to simply ignore it. - Jane sighed, angry - He planned it. - Murmured to himself - But for what? Why would he want me out of California, what is he going to... - then he froze, his words no longer came.
Red John wanted him out. Took him to Nevada so he could act in California.
He got up immediately and ran to the phone. He was so nervous that dialed the wrong number twice until he finally could do it.
- Come on, answer. Come on, Lisbon, please. Pick it up. - He repeated nervously.
The others stared, wondering how crazy the new guy was. Muller was at his side, afraid.
- Don't worry, Jane, if something had happened, we would have been warned...
- Hello! Van Pelt? Van Pelt, It's Jane, where is Lisbon?
She seemed confused on the other side of the line and took a while to respond.
- She didn't arrive yet. - She replied. - Did something happen?
- Go to her house! Go now!
- But Jane ...
- GO!
So he called Lisbon's house, in desperation. Took a long time until someone picked up.
Lisbon?
- Teresa is not here. - Was a breathless voice, heavy, probably modified to avoid being recognized. - Wanna leave a message?
- Who is speaking?
The person laughed.
- You don't need a psychic to know.
His heart started beating extremely fast.
- Where is Lisbon?
- She is in her house.
- You're in her house, you bastard! - He shouted, losing control completely.
Another laugh.
- Home is where the heart is. What about yours, Patrick Jane? Where is your heart now?
Patrick Jane's heart was close to leave his body throw his mouth. But he needed to stay on the phone so that Rigsby and others could arrived there.
- Where is Lisbon? - He repeated.
- She is alive, and any other information would take all the fun out of the game. Aren't you good at finding things?
- I'll kill you. I'll cut into little pieces and I'll watch you die slowly. I'll ...
- Why don't you focus on not letting me do that to your beloved Lisbon? Or do you really care about me more than about her?
Red John hung up. Jane stood for a few seconds, completely paralyzed.
Suddenly, he felt like if the floor had been taken from his feet.
Preview of the chap. 3!
"Do you want a chance to catch me, Jane? Give up from Lisbon and I will surrender on Monday. I'll be at the CBI's door with her body cut in thirty-five pieces as evidence. "