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[Chapter 2]

She tried not to listen to the sirens as it wailed too loud and made her headache worse. She tried not to wince every time the ambulance hit a bump or pothole and jostled her shoulder. She tried not to remember the distracted, pensive sound of Jane's voice when he hung up the phone. She tried not to glance over at Van Pelt, who insisted she was fine and that it was all right. She tried not to think of all the different scenarios that ran through her head as to why Jane was not answering his phone.

The adrenaline finally wore off and she was just tired and in pain. All she wanted was a drink to numb away the day. The narcotics they gave her at the scene weren't doing it.

Her instincts were telling here there was something really wrong and the guilt was eating away at her. Why couldn't she have answered Jane's call faster. If she had done that, Grace would not have had to kill her fiancé.

She tried to reach into her pocket with her good arm, but it was a struggle. She needed her phone. She needed a status report from Cho and Rigsby. She needed to check on Jane.

"Boss?"

She tried not to look her junior agent in the eye, because she knew she could see right through Grace's mask, the hurt, the betrayal and the anguish, all bubbling to the surface. That Grace's life and emotions were just a game, a toy, to be played with, a pawn in Red John's game. The engagement was a farce. Lisbon hoped that this would not break her junior agent's optimism and hope for humanity.

"I think she's in pain…" Grace told the medic. "Can you give her something more for the pain?"

Two SAC PD officers grabbed Rigsby as he tried to push his way across the police tape.

"I'm a Federal Agent, CBI, let me through." Rigsby flashed his badge to gain access. He ran straight to the corner and the gurney and unzipped the bag. It wasn't Jane.

He let out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just coincidental, Rigsby thought to himself. The feeling of worry and dread did not leave him when looked at the man in the body bag. It increased tenfold. And Jane would tell him there is no such thing as coincidences.

"Jane where are you?" he mumbled to himself.

"We recovered this weapon next to the body, a .38 with hollow points." A man dressed in a slightly stained blue oxford shirt said as he approached Rigsby. He held up an evidence bag for him to see. He held up a different bag in his other hand, and spoke again, "and this is the weapon, the . 45, we recover next to your consultant. You're here about Patrick Jane, right? You look like you're with CBI, must be the suit… Agent…"

"Rigsby." He flashed his badge again. Rigsby took an instant dislike to the guy. If Jane were here, he put twenty down that this would be the guy Jane would bait. "Jane doesn't have a gun."

"Witness say that a guy in a suit and vest walked up to that guy and started firing."

"He get's squeamish when he sees a gun. You're telling me that he shot and killed this guy?"

"That's what several witness say. One was standing 20 feet from him. When we arrived he was sitting here drinking tea with the gun next to him," Mills said

"Where is he now?"

"We took him down to the precinct. He left five minutes ago."

"We're taking over this investigation."

"On what grounds?"

"This is a Red John case. We have jurisdiction."

"Red John? Please, this is you guys trying to take over to protect your man. He shot him in cold blood. Damn Feds… If this is Red John, where is the damn smiley?"

"Listen Detective…"

"Mills."

"You would not believe the day I'm having, but believe me when I tell you, honest to god, that this is a Red John case."

"What is it with you Feds?"

"Ronnie don't…" Officer Langley tried to intervene. Mills handed him the evidence and approached Rigsby, invading his personal space.

"You Feds? You don't even know me." Rigsby answered.

"Yeah, know you. You guys are all the same."

"And that would be…"

"Agent Rigsby! Back down. Now."

Rigsby let of a frustrated growl, but did as he was told. He walked over to his superiors who had just arrived at the scene and gave them a run down of the situation. The CBI Director was joined by LaRoche, two other field agents, and a Captain from SAC PD.

"Sir, they took Jane into custody, said he shot the guy. O'Laughlin was Red John's mole, he killed two deputies, shot Lisbon, before Hightower and Van Pelt killed him. "

"You guys seem to have had a busy afternoon." CBI Agent Garrison quipped.

"Is Agent Lisbon okay?" LaRoche asked.

"I think so Sir. She was conscious and alert when she ordered me to find Jane. Van Pelt called for assistance and Agent Cho is coordinating the scene there." Rigsby explained.

"What a mess." Bertram sighed.

"No kidding…" Garrison's comment caused his superiors to glare at him. Bailey, the lead agent on the team, motioned for him to go elsewhere. "Uh, I think I'll go and coordinate with the local LEOs and get the evidence transfer to us."

"Mills! Let's go. CBI is taking over this investigation." Johnson called out.

"Captain?" Mills questioned his superior. He walked over to his Captain, not sure if he heard him right. This was an open and closed case. They had the gun. They had the surveillance video. They even had the suspect in custody and several witness to prove it. It was a slam dunk!

"Let it go, Mills. This is a Red John case and we do not want to get involved." Captain Johnson repeated.

"But Captain…" Mills protested. "Where's the smiley?"

"Let it go. Don't make me repeat myself again." Johnson threatened. "Come on, we can still catch the River Cats game."

Mills hated baseball. It was too slow and a waste of time.

"Damn Feds…" Mills stomped off, but not without bumping Rigsby roughly in the shoulder.

Agent Bailey grabbed Rigsby's arm and shook his head no. The situation was bad enough as it is and did not need to get worse.

"I don't envy you Gale. You have one hell of a shit storm coming your way. First the Hightower thing and now your consultant goes off the rails. Well enjoy." Johnson waved goodbye and caught up to his Detective to reprimand him.

"Yeah…" Bertram turned to LaRoche. "J.J., I know you'll handle things here. I've got to coordinate with Brenda, call the GA and the FBI. The media is going to love this."

"Yes Sir." LaRoche nodded.

LaRoche instructed the other agents before turning his attention back to Rigsby.

"Your team is off the case and will be put on restrictive duty desk, pending this investigation. Bailey and his team will take over."

"But Sir, with all due respect, this is our case. We've been on it the longest. We've made the most progress…"

"And now your team is too involved. There is one thing you can do though…"

"Sir?"

"Go pick Jane up from the precinct and transport him back to CBI."

"Yes Sir."

Once he reached the parking garage, Rigsby let out an aggravated, frustrated yell. He kicked a nearby garbage can a few times with enough force to dent it permanently. When that wasn't enough, he paced back and forth for a few minutes, rubbed both hands across his face and willed himself to calm down.

He needed to check in. Rigsby reached into his pocket and hastily pulled out his phone. Several other objects came out with it and fell to the concrete. He quickly scooped up his belongings, but paused at the quarter that shined up at him. He picked it up, a two headed coin, a good luck charm, and held it tight in his hand.

Jane, man what happen?

He hoped Ockham's Razor was wrong.

TBC