Disclaimer: I own no Mentalist, but I like to borrow the characters.

Previously:

"We don't have time for stupid games, Teresa." He heatedly seethes.

"You're bluffing." Her voice wavers, taken aback by the venom in his voice.

Jane tosses a key chain to her. "Take my car."

He rolls up the window and speeds away. The team – counting Lisbon – is entirely dumbstruck. Lisbon huffs with arrogance and makes her way to the, in her opinion junky, Citroen. After several minutes of intense silence, Rigsby perks up.

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And now…

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"She's gonna get you back." He groans. "In a big way."

"How far away is Lensdale?" He asks, ignoring Rigsby.

"If you keep this up," Grace gently sighs. "Your soul will-"

"I recall you once claimed I was immortal," Jane darkly snarls. "Therefore, I am without a soul. I am a classic psychopath. A deranged, hypnotic psychopath, just driven off the edge, driving top speed, with three government agents locked in back." He turns to the team with a burning scowl. "What do you make of that?"

The ride speedily becomes silent. Soon enough, the van halts to a stop and the doors are unlocked. The engine is cut off and Jane, key in pocket, steps out. He is already walking beneath the crime scene tape by the time the others are stepping out. The head chief happily struts over.

"Hey there," he grins. "I'm Chief Conway and"

"Where's the body?" Jane interrupts with a grimace.

"Uh, uh, um.." He stammers, caught off-guard. "It's through the, uh"

"I'll find it."

Jane shoves past him and slides down the ravine on the edges of his old shoes. He pushes through a crowd of cops and cop-adjacents and stares at the body in the center. It is a Caucasian mid-thirties man with blond hair sprawled out with orange foam around the edges of his mouth. His eyes are missing and a potato sack replaces his clothes. There is something lodged in his throat. Jane bends down to get a better look from another angle. Cho slides down with the Chief on his heel.

"Check the ticket in his mouth." Jane howls with venom. "They call him Crazy Johnny."

Jane quickly escalates and marches along the ridge. He keeps out of sight as he over hears familiar voices. Jane glances around. Cho and Conway are still canvassing the crime scene. He spots a harried mayor in the crowd. He listens. Rigsby is anxiously chatting with a furious – yet calm – Lisbon.

"…just a little different."

"You don't understand, Boss." Rigsby wails. "He called himself a psychopath."

"I think he takes pride in that."

"But he was dark. Really. Like he was out to get one of us."

"He hasn't harmed anything, physically, right?"

Jane takes this moment to pop up and toss his colleagues aside, kicking Rigsby's shins in the process. Rigs winces as pain shoots through his body. He clutches the injured limb and begins to slide. Torn between colleagues, Lisbon shouts down to Cho then runs after Jane. He is already in his Citroen, starting the engine. Lisbon stops in front.

"Jane, what's happening?" She whines. "I can help."

He revs the engine and pulls up toward her. She jumps back a bit but remains in front of the vehicle. "I'm beyond help, T'resa. Quit trying to fix me."

She is shocked and steps away involuntarily. Jane speeds away, tossing his phone out the window. Lisbon watches him leve, confused and a bit hurt.

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A/N: I realize it's been a while. How was that? Reviews, please!