"Damn it!" Lucy shouted as she fumbled with the lock.
She had been trying to pick the lock for she couldn't really remember how long. On any other day she could do this with her eyes closed. Now that it really mattered she couldn't do it, and she knew that it was because she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. She couldn't stop her hands from fucking shaking! Then all of a sudden she remembered something.
"Don't tell your mother I'm showing you how to do this?" he smiled down at her as he gave her the instruments.
"Is this bad? Are we burglars?" she smiled looking at him.
She hadn't know this Patrick for long, but her mommy was telling him that he was very important. She didn't know who her daddy was. No matter when she asked her mother she would never tell her, but she looked like him. Her skin wasn't as pale as his, but her eyes. She was always told that she had weird eyes, because they looked blue but they were green. He had those eyes. Could he be her daddy?"
"You did it!" he squealed from beside her. She had been clicking the lock for so long that she didn't notice that it had clicked and opened.
"I did do it, what's inside?" she squealed as she opened the treasure.
"Why don't you look inside, it's something just for you."
"Oh I'm never going to take it off!" she squealed as she reached for the locket.
"Hey are you okay?" Fisher shouted from the bed.
"I'm fine. I just can't get this damn lock to open. I know I can do this. I pick locks all the time."
"Oh yea. Is that something your father taught you?" Fisher asked.
"I'm not an idiot! I know when someone is fishing for information. I'm not Charlotte. I have no idea who Patrick is, so why don't you just be quiet so I can do this!" she shouted as she dropped the pin for what had to be the third time.
"Hmm." Fisher quipped.
"Hmm what?" she demanded looking at the woman on the bed.
"I never told you that his name was Patrick."
Lucy looked away, she didn't have time to think about that now. She knew that he was going to come back, and this time he would kill them.
*TJ*
Deep breaths. He was doing his best to calm himself and failing miserably. He knew that she wa worried but there was nothing that she needed to worry about. Then there was Van Pelt. She had been eyeing him all afternoon. Normally he would have no problem with it, he might would even take the time to tease her about it, but not with Sarah around. He needed to get her out of town and fast. She was going to destroy everything.
"Here, drink this." Lisbon told him as she set a cup of tea in front of him.
"Thanks." He replied.
"Jane is everything okay?" she asked.
With just one look at her he knew that she didn't just mean his health. She meant them together as an "us".
"I'm fine Lisbon. Everything is okay." He replied.
"Okay, so what do you make of Elizabeth. I mean first we were called there because they had said she had stabbed her husband. We get there and she's not even in custody. We were called from Texas to South Carolina. Why Jane? Did you know her?" she asked.
"No, and I didn't know the husband either?"
"Jane I'm not stupid. None of us. What about the note? It clearly had you upset. What aren't you telling me?" she asked.
"I need to get out of here!" he shouted knocking over his tea as he rose.
"Jane what's going on?" Lisbon asked spooked.
"Lisbon I swear…when I started all of this….I mean we were never supposed…." He stuttered as his breaths began to come in quick gasps.
"Jane, you need to sit down. I'm not liking the look of you. I think I should take you to the doctor, maybe even call an ambulance. Van Pelt!" she shouted gesturing towards the agent who had been watching the whole time.
"No I need to go! Listen Teresa, things are going to come out, and everything you know about me will change. Just don't doubt how I feel about you, and don't give up on us."
Then he did something that she never thought he would do right there in front of everyone he kissed her deeply and passionately. The he practically ran from the office.
*TJ*
Lucy had already gone back to Kim and did what he could to pick the lock on her chains to no avail. So here she was back on the door. She was just about to give up hope when she her that familiar click.
"Ha!" she shouted triumphantly.
She opened the door and looked out and she saw that he was coming back up the stairs. He didn't see her, so she shut the door quickly.
"Oh my god!" she shouted.
Kim Fisher was glad for once that the room they were in was soundproofed because this young woman before her was losing it.
"What happened? Why did you close the door?"
"He's coming. I'm ready this time though. I just want you to know that I'm coming back okay. I'm going to get us some help and I'm going to send someone back for you. You just have to hold on a little longer."
"What are you doing? Don't try something crazy. He's crazy and whatever you have in your mind don't do it. I have to do this, he had my dad and I don't know if he's dead or alive. I'm coming back."
Fisher watched from the bed as she paced the room looking for a weapon. She couldn't let this happen. The girl couldn't weigh that much, and she didn't know what she thought she might be capable of doing she knew that she couldn't. No matter how she thought that she could, she couldn't. She was the FBI agent, she was supposed to be taken care of them.
She was pulled from her thoughts as the door busted open and their captor stood their enraged.
"You little bitch, you think I didn't see you from the cameras. You thought that you would just be able to pick a lock and escape me. You didn't get off that easy!
He lunged for her and she quickly grabbed the lamp from the table. He had it chained down but she had trick him. It was chained down secure enough and she quickly used it to wake him over the head. When staggered back dis oriented she used the palm of her hand to smack him in the face hard. He went down like a ton of bricks. He was out cold.
"I will get you help I promise!" she shouted as she ran from the room.
Fisher hadn't been more proud in her life. This girl was a survivor. Then she thought of the fact that she was Charlotte Jane. The girl had survived being butchered by a serial killer. There was no telling what Jane had taught her to protect herself. She was glad that she would be safe. She knew that when this guy woke up he was going to kill her. She was on a mission to save a corpse.
*TJ*
Sarah Walton woken abruptly by the rapid knocking at her door. She didn't know who it was, but she had been having a horrible week, and she was finally getting sleep that she needed desperately if she was going to find her daughter.
"You got some nerve knocking on my door like…" she immediately stopped when she saw who standing before her.
It was Patrick Jane. She could tell that he had been driving a while to get back to her. He must've have a caught a flight to someplace close. He wouldn't want them to figure out he was there so quickly. He was disheveled and still wearing the same suit from earlier. He was breathing heavy and he kept looking around like a wild animal.
"Paddy?" she questioned.
"I keep seeing the faces. They are so many, and the blood is everywhere. I can't focus, and I can't cut off, and it's because of you." He spat finally looking at her.
"I'm not to blame. You keep this in and then when it comes out it explodes all over the place. You need to tell the people that you call family. Why are you here? Do you know where Lucy is?"
"He thinks she's Charlotte. He thinks that it's all been a lie and he's going to do to her what that monster did to Charlotte."
"Oh Paddy." She sighed pulling him inside.
"Don't touch me!" he pulled away from her.
"You have to let me help you. You have to stop fighting it. I'm here and I can help you, and we can find Lucy."
"I can't do that anymore. You are making this happen. I won't do that again. You know what happened the last time we did that."
"I told you about Red John. I didn't that you would…."
"Are you crazy? He was a madman serial killer. Of course I was going to tell the cops. I couldn't let him hurt someone else. I should have taken Lucy from you that day."
"Don't you dare! I'm the reason she is safe. I told you what I did so that you would do something good with it. You use it as a stepping stone for greatness. You went on the television and called that man out. If there's anyone to blame for what happened to your family it's you Paddy! Why are you here? I thought you wanted help. Did I seriously just open my door for you to shoot your accusations? If I would have given you Lucy she would be dead too!
She covered her mouth time she said it. She knew her mistake.
"Paddy I didn't mean it." She said to his retrieving form.
"I gotta get out of here. I can't deal with any of this right now. I have to find Lucy." He told her making his way back to the door.
Patrick I didn't mean that. You know that I didn't mean it. You need to stay and let us talk about this." She back paddled.
Patrick's mind was everywhere and then it was nowhere. He couldn't get the taste of blood out of his mouth and the last time he had seen Lucy. He couldn't fail her.
"I will let you know if I find her." He quickly exited her home as quickly as he came.
She couldn't believe it. She had done it again. Why was she always hurting him? She loved him so much and she was always hurting him. She needed to get him so help, if he wouldn't let her help him it was time to call someone who could.
"Yes, may I speak to Special Agent Teresa Lisbon." She asked the operator.