Tag to Red John's Footsteps
Title: Fear
He'd been hunting Red John for so long that it was second nature now. He had become a hunter to avenge his family. God, he'd thought he'd found him, he dreamt about how he would watch the life flee from Red John's eyes. That cop had been his best connection, he knew that he'd be able to get him to talk. Rules and regulations be damned, he was a consultant, not a cop. He didn't even think that Lisbon would stop him, wanted to think that anyway.
What would Lisbon do when he found the bastard though? Would she stop him? Probably, she had told him that there should be no way for Red John to get off for something as foolish as cop brutality. Jane would point out that if Red John was dead he couldn't file a complaint, and Lisbon pretended not to hear him, and Jane pretended that he didn't see her close her eyes and flinch. It was becoming a pattern, a warning that Lisbon would hope to never have to heed.
The sunlight blinded him momentarily as he walked out of that poor girl's prison. Hope that Red John would soon be captured quickly turned to fear when he saw Lisbon standing at the business end of a gun. He hesitated, this was his last connection to Red John, but only a moment. He saw the shock on Teresa's face and grabbed the first thing he saw, an old rifle.
There was a crack, and his last clue was gone. But dammit, he was afraid to lose Teresa too...
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