Chapter 4: Con vs. Con
Rigsby, Cho, and Van Pelt stood outside the interrogation room trying to make heads or tails out of what they were looking at. The pictures hadn't done the woman on the photos justice. On all of the photos she looked mousy, as the man towered over her. It was easy to judge by those photos and the woman before them e that this woman was free. She was free of her burden. The thing was did she murder him to get away.
"What is she doing?" Wayne asked as he looked in at her again.
"She's contorting. I'm guessing she's a contortionist. She can really bend her body." Cho squinted looking at her she seemed to bend herself around the chair in there.
"Why do you suppose she's doing that?" Van Pelt asked.
"Oh that's an easy one. She wants to intimidate us. Make us think that none of this matters. I'm going in. See can you get the boss on the phone. See how Jane's doing?" Cho asked as he entered the room.
*MR*
He stood perfectly still as she want on her rant. He learned a long time ago that if she wanted to talk it as best just to let her do so. Now that they were together the rants became a lot less threatening and more emotional. It was like ever since he made that giant leap and told her that he loved her she was scared that every little scratch could be his last. He would admit that since he was him after all that it very well could be his last. So he stood there perfectly still and let her say what she needed. He gave her five minutes.
"Are you done?" he asked
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I don't expect you to understand this, but there's someplace that I have to be."
"You only need to be in that bed and let them monitor you. How could you keep something like this from me? We've been partners for over a decade? You've been in the hospital tons of times how is it that I didn't know this?"
"Lisbon I had them remove I was in the nuthouse. This was easy. I didn't want you looking at me like that. I'm fine. I'm not going to die. It's all about exercise and managing hat you eat. I do what I'm supposed to and I can even have a piece of candy and ice cream. I'm fine, nothing has to change." He did his best reassure her.
He let her embrace him. He knew that she just needed to know that he was okay. He truly was. It was a mistake on his part. He had been so excited the last couple of days. He kept removing his pump when even he knew he shouldn't. She made him crazy, and now that they were together. At moments he just couldn't think straight.
"Where is it that you need to be?"
He thought for a minute. Could he tell her? He needed to tell her. She had come in though and not just to check on him. What was that look?
"What else did you want to say?" he asked.
"The mother came back to the scene looking for the daughter. Cho is with her now."
"Well I have to see her? What did she say about the kid?"
"Nothing we know that she was looking for her though. Van Pelt got a name though, the little girl's name is Morgan."
"I need to go and see her now Teresa."
"You need to get back in the bed and wait until your doctor tells me what the hell is going on with you."
"If you don't let me go with you, you know that I'll just leave here on my own."
She looked at him intently and she knew. She knew that if she didn't let him come with her, just as soon as she turned her back he would be out of there. Fine let's go.
*MR*
Bianca Jane sat comfortably in Interrogation Room 212 staring down one Special Agent Kimball Cho. He thought that he could get her to confess. Confess to what exactly? What had she done? They thought that she had killed someone. They didn't have any proof. Nothing that would stick. This was going to be fun.
"You do realize that I can sit here all day?" he replied.
Oh he was good she would give him that. She was better though. She only wanted one thing and that was her daughter and she knew that they had a certain "psychic" hanging around that knew exactly where she was.
*MR*
Morgan had been waiting in that bus forever for her uncle and he had never come back. It wasn't that she was scared or anything because she wasn't. It was just it was a bus and it was getting dark outside. Right across from her was a perfectly good house. Why couldn't she go inside there? No reason right? She would do it. She slowly looked out the window and didn't see anything, and decided that right now was her best time to make a run for it.
She exited the bus and made a run for it. When she reached the doorknob it was locked but that was what made it fun. She took her pins from her hairclip and got to work. The fun part was finding the bump to make it click. No door was truly locked. Her Uncle Patty had taught her that a long time ago. She was in.
"Morgan sweetheart." A voice called out startling her.
She turned to the right and there stood a familiar woman.
"Hello sweetheart, do you remember me?" she asked.
"Yea I remember you."
"Good girl, listen your Uncle Patrick got held up at work and he said it was alright if you came with me tonight." She smiled at the little girl.
Morgan was skeptical. Sure she knew exactly who this was, but she didn't know the last time she had seen her. Should she go with her?
"Do you still like Chocolate Chip Cookies?" she asked reaching for her purse.
Morgan had never seen a cookie that big in her life, and she was so hungry. She knew her, it wasn't like she was a stranger. She'd been with her tons of times and she would never hurt her.
"Yea I want to go with you."
"Good girl." She smiled.
She took a moment to take a look at the house. Looks like Patrick was doing good for himself. Good for him. They were about to have a reunion. She got a feeling it wasn't going to be as happy as she'd hope.
*MR*
Bianca knew that she had been giving this Cho guy the stare down of a lifetime when the door opened and in walked the man of the hour Patrick Jane. There was something off by his color and she almost dropped her façade right there. She was ready for the dance though. This was going to be fun.
"Cho the room please." Was all he said as he took a seat across from the perp?
He watched Cho leave before he turned back to the young woman.
"Hello Bianca." He said calmly.
"I know what you guys are thinking. I had nothing to do with what happened to Mike. You know what he did to me." She sobbed.
Jane quickly looked back through the 2way glass. He wondered if they caught that. He didn't expect her to say something about the two of them being together so quickly."
"Tell me what happened?" Jane asked.
"I had decided that I was going to leave him. He had done too much and I knew that I had to get away. I had been taught to survive. I had also been taught not to let anyone walk over me. He had walked over me for too long. So I told him I was leaving him. He didn't like that."
She knew how to push his buttons. She knew that when he said that she had done something to her that he would get upset. She saw that twitch in his face and knew that he was getting upset. It was working perfectly. She needed to know one thing. She'd ask and he would be there to deal with the downfall.
"Do you have her Patty? I went back to the house and she wasn't there. Your colleague's didn't give me a chance to explain anything. Is she safe? Did they get her too? I swear to you I had nothing to do with what happened to Michael. He was alive when I left there."
"I have…" he was interrupted by his phone ringing.
Bianca watched on the edge of her seat and she knew the minute the caller told him they had her daughter. His whole demeanor changed and he started to breathe heavily and then he just dropped his cellphone.
"Bianca I'm so sorry." He tried to explain.
"You son of a bitch. Now I'll have to find her myself." She shouted.
Before he could jump up to comfort her the lights when off and there was a commotion.
*MR*
Just as soon as the lights when out Lisbon started to panic. "Get in there now!" she shouted.
When the lights came back on inside of the interrogation room. Jane was unconscious on the floor and Bianca had climb out through the ventilations shaft.
Author Notes: I'm so sorry. I totally think that this chapter is all over the place. Once again no beta, but I am seriously thinking about shelving this. Let me know what you think be honest.