Sweet Surrender

Outside Summary: "I want to see just how human Patrick has become, and you Teresa, will help me." L/J

Disclaimer: I still don't own The Mentalist or Sarah McLachlan's song Sweet Surrender.

Spoilers: Following immediately 2x08 or "His Right Red Hand"

Warnings: Language

"The Life I've Left Behind"

Her heart thrashed against the inside of her ribcage, the room silent besides the pounding of her heart and the hiss of pain every time her chest inhaled the stale air to the point where chains would slice through tender, pale skin causing each exhale to come off as a sharper hiss than the last.

She needed to calm down, and she knew that; the first rule of any situation was to stay calm, her years of training at CBI had taught her that much. Years of being held at gunpoint, drugged and having your fellow agents being hypnotized, one would think that something such as a simple kidnapping would not cause the heart to race, it wasn't being stuck in the situation that had her nervous; it was the threat Red John had angled at her. Red John's succeeded kidnapping though, had one flaw; once he had left the room with a promise that he'd be back, he forgot to turn the lights off.

Lisbon's green eyes flickered over to Jane's still unconscious body and praised that he was still in that state, it left her with the silence and the time to think on what to do next. Both of them had to escape, both of them had to before Red John decided to grace them with his presence and do whatever his psychopathic mind had in store for them both. Jane would be left untouched; it wouldn't be physical torture for him, Red John wanted to push Jane to his mental breaking point. She, on the other hand would be the catalyst to all of this and she had to remain strong for Jane; she had no desire to see him thrown in prison or back in a mental institution.

Lisbon would be the one to pay, for every time she didn't let Jane hunt the bastard down and kill him with his bare hands. Lisbon would be the one to pay for the short leash she sometimes kept him on, not Jane. It was her job though, everyone else's life came before hers and Jane wasn't an agent, he was the highest priority here.

Her eyes idly, once more landed on Jane's form and she wondered why he was still unconscious with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open just like she had found him before this mess. Red John had used chloroform to drag her under, Jane though looked dead, which meant three possible explanations. The first, being that Jane was still unconscious due to the fact that he hadn't been sleeping lately (none of them had been due to the latest case) and his body was trying to recuperate from both the attack and the lack of sleep. The second, Red John kept Jane in his present state longer due to him wanting to speak with Lisbon alone; the last reason however was that Jane was dead.

Red John was a psychopath, and due to Jane's chest rising and falling Lisbon knew he was alive. Red John wouldn't kill his puzzle, after all good puzzles were hard to find.

Questions bled into her mind, and the one that pounded at the base of her skull and kept haunting her was the most basic question; how? How did Red John, once more after having the CBI offices on lockdown get to both her and Jane?

She remembered telling her team to go home after sharing the last drink, and she remembered that Jane wasn't with her team when she dismissed them. She went to find him and found him with his head toward the table, his hand holding the Red John case file and she put her hand on his shoulder to get his attention, to tell him to go home for the night. He didn't move and when she removed her hand from his shoulder, he slumped forward; the Red John case file floating to the ground, his eyes closed and his jaw slack. Her fingers went for her gun in her holster, and her other hand went for her cell phone to call Cho; she lifted the cell phone to her ear and still held the gun between her fingers when suddenly the phone clattered to the ground, her gun slid under the table toward Jane's feet, both out of her reach and her knees came in contact with the floor.

She tried to twist her body, to kick out at the person who had just kicked her legs from under her when something pressed into her nose and mouth, she tried to fight her captor, she tried to fight the darkness but after that; everything was blank.

Lisbon knew focusing on the how wasn't going to help anymore than focusing on who Red John was, they still needed to get out and her eyes swept the room for any form of escape; the room seemed to be a bit larger than she had anticipated and she could see various doors and various pipes around the room; nothing, from her position looked as if it led to the outside and she frustratingly kicked whatever was holding her causing a sound of metal to clang throughout the room and Jane to groan, her eyes whirled back to him as his eyes opened and his mouth seemed to move, but nothing came out.

"Jane, are you alright?" Lisbon's voice cut through the silence and Jane's blue eyes caught hers.

"Red John, Lisbon" Jane rushed, his mouth gasping over her own name. "Red John, where is he?"

Authors Notes of Interest:

Chloroform is a dangerous substance, and depending on the dosage; it can have effects that may even trigger cardiac arrest. Adults are not affected the same way a child is, a larger amount is needed to drag an adult under, the dosage then affects how long someone will stay under; it is safe to say then that Jane has been given a larger dose of chloroform for some reason.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed on the last chapter, or even submitted this story to their alerts. I was really nervous about this story not being received well for many different reasons; and if this chapter seemed to be a little wordy or boring; don't worry, it was intended to be that way.

This chapter unfortunately hasn't been edited yet due to the fact that my beta-best friend won't see it until Thursday, if any mistakes are present, I will personally come back on Thursday afternoon and have a new corrected version of this up.