Author's Note: Wow, I was not expecting as big of a response as I got from the first chapter! Thanks guys! I appreciate all the reviews, favourites and follows! I think that's the most reviews I've ever gotten for a single chapter of any of my stories. Here's the second chapter. I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first chapter. It seems to me this fanfiction might run longer than I thought, but we'll see what happens. Haha. :3

Discalimer: The Mentalist is owned by Bruno Heller. My name is not Bruno Heller. :(

Lisbon squeezed her eyes tighter together before opening them and blinking a few times, trying to bring her vision back into focus. She felt painfully numb. Feeling nothing to the point that she was in pain. Slowly the room around her became a little less blurry. She turned her head slightly to the side, wishing she hadn't when pain shot through her skull. But, she needed to see where she was. The room was illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun over the ocean that could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling picture window on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. The room looked lovely. If only it weren't the place she were being held captive. The walls were a pretty blue with hard wood flooring and the room was big. Against the wall to Lisbon's right was a big vanity, complete with a light-rimmed mirror and next to it was a tall oak dresser. Reflected in the vanity mirror was a tall wardrobe that looked quite expensive, like everything else. There seemed to be a corner further down the wall that the vanity and dresser were up against that Lisbon couldn't see around. She glanced down at herself and saw she was secured to the bed with an IV in her arm. Her heart stopped at the sound of a door opening and closing, then approaching footsteps.

"Ah, I'm glad to see you're awake, Teresa." Red John said as he approached her bedside, dressed in all black and a red mask over his face and his voice seemed to bounce off the walls around the room. "How are you feeling?" He asked when he was standing over her.

Lisbon just glared at him silently.

"You're angry at me. I understand. Let me apologise, but you should know it needed to be done. Patrick truly needed to understand the gravity of this situation. Well, you also needed to understand the gravity of it as well. And I don't mean physical gravity. I mean the emotional gravity. If either of you truly understood it, you would have had this upcoming conversation a long time ago and things wouldn't have wound up like this." Red John almost sounded disappointed, but then his tone became more cheery as he continued. "But, I guess we can only ever make the best of every situation we find ourselves in. Right, Teresa?"

Lisbon continued to say nothing.

"Oh, don't be so angry, darling. I spared your life…for now. You're welcome." He reached out to touch her, but Lisbon turned her face away, immediately regretting it again when she felt more pain run through her skull. "Tisk, tisk. You're only going to cause yourself more pain if you keep doing that. Don't worry. Your injuries will have healed in time for the event. I had my friend Ethan bandage you up nicely. He's a doctor, but you already know that. I believe you had an appointment with him last week. He said it went well."

Lisbon glanced back at him, shocked and terrified. Ethan Huntington? Her private doctor?

"He is a very good family doctor, isn't he?" Red John seemed proud.

Lisbon swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nauseous.

"On a bright side for you, Teresa, at least you know you were in good hands. Anyway. Seeing as you're not feeling up to having a conversation, I'll explain things to you. Hopefully, you will listen." Red John reached out and gently ran a finger over one of her bruised cheeks. "See, you and Patrick have been close to each other for a very long time. I know you both know that. You do your little dance every day. 'We're just friends' and all that. At first I thought it was fun. Sometimes I even found it cute and endearing. However, I figured one of you would eventually see that you were both in love with each other and change things. But, no, you're both apparently too stubborn for that and now I'm bored. I already know he loves you and that you return his feelings. He was trying to protect you and I'm almost offended that he didn't think I'd notice how he felt. I thought long and hard about what I was going to do about this dilemma. At first, I thought I would give you both a bit more time to come into your feelings and figure out how to express them. That never happened. So, here we are. I figured I would change the game and put you both in a new light for a reunion. Rest, now. You have a whole week to heal before your reunion and if you take the time and resources, that I have so kindly provided for you, to rest and rejuvenate yourself, you'll be back to your old self for the reunion." With that, Red John left the room, leaving Lisbon with her thoughts.

-Mentalist-

Jane felt nauseous with guilt and fear as he stepped through the door of Lisbon's home. He had been here just last night and she had been fine. Perfectly normal. Unharmed. And he had left her. Just chickened out, got up and left her alone for Red John to swoop in and take her. If only he'd stayed. Asked to sleep on the couch, maybe. But he hadn't and now she was gone. Then there was the question about not telling her how he felt. Was it the best decision? Red John claimed to have known anyway, but would telling her have changed things that drastically when it came to Red John? Drastically enough that Lisbon wouldn't have been taken? Maybe. Maybe not. He'd never know. All he could do now was try and find Lisbon. Find her and rescue her. Those pictures were a warning, Red John had written. Jane was going to be given the opportunity to set things straight, though he wasn't completely sure what that meant yet. All that mattered was that, that all meant Lisbon must still be alive. Red John was holding her somewhere and hadn't killed her. Jane still had a chance to get her back and save her.

"Jane?" Cho asked, not for the first time.

"Huh?" Jane returned from his thought, blinking. "What?"

"You going to help me look for clues or stand there, spaced out and feeling sorry for yourself?"

Jane could have almost smiled. Cho. The one you could always count on for an even tone and completely blunt statements. It was no wonder why Lisbon had him as her second in command. "I'm looking." Jane took a few more steps inside, observing the scene around him. Things had been knocked over and shoved around, messing the normally tidy living area. She had struggled. There were a few drops and smears of blood around the place, but not nearly as much as would have been expected. Whatever had put her in that blood-covered and bruised state for the photos that Red John had taken hadn't happened in her home. Not enough blood around for that. The other big component that was missing was the red smiley face drawn in Lisbon's blood on the wall.

Cho headed upstairs while Jane continued to ponder the main floor. "Upstairs doesn't even look like it was touched." Cho said, descending the stairs. "No blood, no mess. Why isn't there a smiley face? And the front door was locked. Why would he take the time to lock it?"

Jane continued to ponder. "I already got the letter." Jane finally spoke after a long silence. "He didn't need to repeat himself. I already knew it was his doing. And whatever his endgame is, it involves Lisbon being alive-at least for now. He couldn't take the blood he needed, I guess."

"So, he locked the door to make sure that no one could break in and we would have the crime scene the exact way he left it. Polite of him." Even though Cho's tone was it's usual evenness, it was obvious to Jane that the last part was sarcastic.

"Hm." Jane nodded, still a bit preoccupied with looking around. Something was bugging him and he wasn't sure what.

"You have something else?"

Jane simply shook his head.

"Okay. I'll give Van Pelt a call and see if she's gotten anywhere with Lisbon's phone and recent contacts. When Rigsby's done canvassing the area, we'll head back to the office."

Jane waved his hand at Cho absentmindedly to show he'd heard him as the Asian man pulled out his cell phone and headed outside. He looked over the tousled shelves, waiting for something to catch his eye. Some sort of clue that would explain the distinct feeling he had that he was missing something. He wouldn't be able to leave without satisfying that feeling. He found what he was looking for on one of the lower shelves. Everything else had fallen over or was cracked, except for one picture frame sitting in the middle of the shelf, a folded piece of paper stuck between the frame and the glass obscuring the picture the frame held. Jane gently took the frame in his hands, standing back up and plucking the piece of paper from the frame to see the picture. It was one of him and Lisbon that birthday he had gotten her the pony. Van Pelt had insisted on taking a picture of them with it. Lisbon was crouched next to the pony with Jane on her other side. Both their arms were extended to pet the furry animal and Jane had used that as an excuse to lean a bit closer into Lisbon's side. They both looked so happy in the photo and it felt like it had been taken a lifetime ago now.

"Rigsby's on his way back." Cho called through the door.

"Okay." Jane replied, unfolding the paper that had been stuck in the frame. He looked at the flowing script that the poem stanza was written in.

Children of the future age,

Reading this indignant page,

Know that in a former time

Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

Author's Note: Confessions. 1) I have no idea who Lisbon's personal doctor is or if he/she is in cahoots with Red John. I knew a doctor was neeed to save Lisbon and decided it would be an odd twist to throw her personal doctor in there. 2) The poem is from William Blake and it's called 'A Little Girl Lost'(just in case someone wanted to look it up or something). And I totally googled him in attempt to find a fitting poem by him. I think I succeeded. 3) I contemplated making this chapter longer and going into the investigation more, but ending the chapter with the first stanza of that poem was too tempting and that won out. Next chapter the investigation continues. Promise. 4) I actually almost didn't even publish this story. I wasn't sure I really wanted to. 5) I still love you guys and really, really want to know what you thought about this chapter! So, please leave a review! :3