A/N: Thank you again everyone for your reviews and support. As soon as I figure out how to respond to them, I will :) This chapter has some violence and hints of gore so be warned.

"CBI!" Rigsby called out as he knocked on Lisbon's neighbor's door. The whole team had assembled within minutes of receiving Van Pelt's call. He, Jane, and Cho quickly began questioning neighbors while Van Pelt and two other detectives remained in Lisbon's apartment.

After a few moments without a response Rigsby and Jane began to walk away when they heard a crash echoing through the apartment. Jane stood back as Rigsby drew his weapon and smashed through the front door just in time to see the tenant climbing down the fire escape.

"Cho!" Rigsby yelled as he ran for the stairs.

The two agents chased after the suspect following him for two blocks before finally tackling him to the ground.

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"James Carson, 25, grew up in Palo Alto, no priors. So you want to tell me why you ran?" Cho tossed the file on the table in front of the suspect before sitting down.

"I don't know." James seemed a little skittish, looking in every direction but Cho's.

"Have you seen your neighbor, Teresa Lisbon, in the last 24 hours?" Cho continued.

"I don't know….. uh no." He was growing even more uncomfortable with the questioning and was trying to find an easy out.

"Which is it, you don't know or no?" Cho hid his emotions well but given the situation, he fought to remain cool given the current circumstances.

"I didn't see anything ok?"

"You're lying."

"I haven't seen anyone!" James was sounding particularly defensive.

"This is all wrong, he's hiding something." Jane turned to Rigsby in the observation room.

"Guilty people tend to be secretive Jane." Rigsby sounded more sarcastic than he intended.

Jane simply smiled. It wasn't one of his brilliant grins but more of a knowing half smile he reserved for observing human behavior. "Look at his body language. He refuses to make eye contact, his shoulders are hunched and he's sweating. He's afraid, not the type of fear of someone worried about being caught, no it's more primal than that."

"Can you get him to talk?" Rigsby glared through the two way mirror.

"Of course," Jane smiled again as he left the room.

"Cho, mind if I?" Jane quietly entered the room.

"Go ahead" He folded his arms and leaned back in the chair.

"He James, my name's Patrick." He offered the suspect an enchantingly disarming smile and his hand.

James eyed him suspiciously but reached out to shake his hand none the less. Before he could connect however, Jane gently grabbed his wrist with his left hand and spoke quickly but softly. "I know you're scared of someone but you will be safe if you tell the truth."

James remained motionless, allowing Jane to keep hold of his wrist as he sat down beside him.

"Have you seen your neighbor James?"

"Yes" Jane was using Carson's pulse and a natural lie detector and could tell he was being truthful.

"When?"

"Last night."

"What happened?." Jane could feel Carson's pulse jump in speed at the question.

"Nothing." He lied.

"It's ok just breathe deeply and relax"

"Yeah I saw her last night and she didn't look good. She was being carried out of her apartment by some guy."

"What happened next?"

"I asked the guy if she was ok, he just nodded. There was something about him that just didn't seem right. He scared me. So I thought I would wait until he got down the stairs before I called the cops."

"Why didn't you call them?"

"I was going to" Fear filled Carson's voice as his heart rate sky rocketed.

"Relax" Jane kept his voice exceedingly soft. He got James talking and he wasn't going to have him shut down now.

"I ran in my apartment to find my phone and I forgot to lock the door. The guy came back with a machete. He must have had it in his car or something. He said if I told anyone he would find me and dissect me. I looked into his eyes and I knew he meant it…..You got to protect me!"

"We will" Jane calmly assured. "Can you describe what he looked like?"

"I don't know."

"Just take your time. Start with what he was wearing."

"Grey. He was wearing a grey vest and pants."

"What else?"

"He had blond hair." James paused and tried to pull away from Jane. "He looked like you."

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Lisbon must have lost consciousness again as she found herself trying to wake and in a great deal of pain. This time she had difficulty making sense of anything. All she knew was that the room was spinning and she couldn't open her right eye. The offending eye was black and purple matching the bruises on her jaw and shoulders. Her brain felt cloudy and the one eye she could see out of was blurred. She wasn't even sure where she was as a chunk of her memory seemed to be missing.

"Good morning." A voice coming from her left whispered.

Lisbon could make out a blond figure in grey and white. "Jane?"

"Yes Lisbon, it's me." She couldn't see his smirk.

"What's going on? Get me out of here." Her speech was slightly slurred.

"You know, I'm a little sick of your constant whining." He cruelly commented as he took a knife to her calf, slicing it enough to draw blood but not too deep as to cause mortal injury.

She let out scream as she felt her eyes sting with fresh tears. "Please let me go."

"How pathetic." He commented as he retrieved a syringe from the table in the corner.

"Here, this will make you feel better." He said as he injected her with another drug that dulled her senses even more.

She didn't lose consciousness completely this time instead she had the pleasure of vivid and violent hallucinations and a horrific feeling like her brain was on fire.

"Someone help me." She quietly cried.