Chapter 4: Found

"That's her car," Rigsby said, pointing out the black suburban with Lisbon's license plate on it. Nodding in acknowledgement, Cho parked the car in front of Lisbon's vehicle, which was parked head first.

"Grace's computer thingy was right," Jane said, shaking his head. "If her car is here, where is she then?"

"We'll check her car first," Cho said, pulling out his gun as he hopped out of the vehicle. Rigsby followed suit.

Trepidation filled Jane as the three of them approached the car. Letting the other two lead, he peered into the tinted back window of the car, trying to catch a glimpse of the inside. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he shook his head to Cho and Rigsby, who nodded in reply. Jane clenched his hands as the two grabbed the door handle on either side of the vehicle and pulled.

Unlocked, the car door opened easily. A figure slid out, hanging out as Cho opened his side of the door. Rushing over, Jane shook his head slightly as he saw the face.

Bertram. There were multiple cuts on the body, including one long slice at the neck. There was no way he could be alive.

"He's dead," Cho confirmed as he took his hands off Bertram's wrist.

"Well, that rules him out of your list, eh, Jane?" Rigsby chuckled humourlessly.

"Yeah..." Jane trailed, staring at the body of the CBI director. "But didn't Van Pelt say they traced his phone AND his car here?"

"Yeah, she did," Cho nodded in affirmation.

"So what's he doing in Lisbon's car?" Rigsby asked, voicing the obvious.

Taking out his phone, Jane dialled Van Pelt's number, who picked it up in a single ring. "Van Pelt, what's Bertram's car number?"

"Wait, let me check... 5QJY391. It's a..."

"Silver BMW," Jane interrupted when he saw the Director's car parked beside Lisbon's.

"Yeah, you found it?" Van Pelt asked anxiously.

"It's parked right beside Lisbon's Suburban," Jane said.

"And Director Bertram?"

"Dead," Jane told her, glancing at the body that was hanging out of the car. "In Lisbon's car."

"Huh?"

"Exactly. We'll meet you upstairs."

Flipping his phone close, he looked at the two men. "There's a chance Lisbon is inside the CBI."

"Is it possible to track Bertram's phone to its exact location?" Jane asked softly in a nonchalant way, hoping to avoid attention from the rest of the detectives in the Serious Crimes Unit. He was bent down beside Van Pelt, staring at her screen, trying to make something of the various words, icons and windows unfamiliar to a non-technical person.

"No, the closest we can track it is to the building, which points to here," Van Pelt replied, shaking her head in exasperation.

Jane stood up and dragged his chair over, joining the other two men who were already seated around her table.

"What about the rest of the people on the list?" Cho asked.

"I've tried that already, but it seems that they're too far from here to have had any involvement."

"Are you sure it's Red John?" Rigsby asked, looking at Jane.

"Yes, I'm sure. There was no mistaking it. I feel his involvement," Jane nodded seriously, ignoring the skeptical look on Rigsby's face. "Red John would have known that we would be tracking his phone. He's not that careless. I wouldn't trust any of the locations of the other six."

"He's probably using a burner cell anyway," Van Pelt said, trying to avoid an argument between Jane and Rigsby.

"That's true," Cho agreed. He looked from Rigsby to Jane with a deadpan face, daring them to argue at such a critical moment.

"It's my fault," Van Pelt said quietly as she glanced away. "I was the one who traced their phones."

"Under Lisbon's orders," Jane reminded her.

"Even so, I let Lisbon go see Bertram alone, even though he was on the list," Van Pelt said guiltily.

"Grace," Rigsby started, but was cut off.

"It's not your fault, Grace. If you had gone with her, we would be searching for two members of the team, not just one," Jane said, his eyes softening as he patted her shoulder. "If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I didn't think Red John would go after her this early."

"Jane..." Van Pelt trailed, her lips quivering at the man's devastated face.

"It doesn't make sense. I could have sworn he would have wanted to make this 'game' of his longer."

The four sat in silence around Van Pelt's table, thinking. Jane closed his eyes, retreating into his mind palace. Phrases wandered through his mind, pictures of moments that he had engraved into his memory surfaced. Red John's last message, his and Lisbon's argument, the DVD with Lorelei listing the suspects, of Red John changing the rules.

Changing the rules.

The rules between Red John and himself may have changed, but it didn't change the fact that Red John loved to torment him. Jane's eyes snapped open as he sprang up from his seat, startling the other three.

Jane walked towards the lift lobby as he explained to the other three who fell into step behind him, "She's not in her office, we've already checked. Red John wants to torment me, even though he's changed the rules. If Lisbon's in the CBI, there's only one place he would bring her."

"The attic," Cho stated.

"Correct," Jane said.

The four of them rushed up the stairs that led up to the attic Jane had taken residence in. Leading the pack, Jane ignored the rustle behind him as the other three unholstered their weapons. Behind him didn't matter. The closed door before him did. Jane grabbed the lock and examined it. It looked untampered, but there was no way to be sure until it was examined thoroughly. Digging through his jacket, he took out the key to his attic and unlocked it. Taking a deep breath, Jane slid the door open.

There, on the window, clearly seen in the bright light of the afternoon, was Red John's signature smiley. His breath was stuck in his throat. Forcing his eyes right, Jane gasped. Sprawled on the makeshift bed was Lisbon, drenched in blood.

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