Author's Note:

I want to thank all of you who are taking your time to read this. I apologize if I am annoying or hurting or upsetting any of you with the Red John story line. He was a frustrating villain, and one of the cockiest and best. I cannot make any promises, nor can I reveal much about this story, but I am writing this as a small warning (the bigger, easily seen, warning will be on the next chapter) that the next chapter might have certain elements that might upset or trigger anyone of you. If you are sensitive to any trigger words, or any uncomfortable situations that might cause nightmares or panic attacks, I highly urge you to skip the next chapter. Please. I don't want any of you to get hurt because of me and the things I write.

Thank you all. Yours truly,

Wolfie

(Wolfhound159)

Chapter 4

Lisbon peered into the darkness. She set her feet down, glancing at them as they crunched on brown curled shells and gravel. She tilted her eyes up, observing the night sky above her, slightly illuminated by stars and hazy street lamps. Is it really this late? She thought to herself. With a quick side turn of her head towards the van, she took a deep breath of the fresh air and started to walk, adjusting her jacket on her shoulders.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. Lisbon froze in terror. NO. She turned, taking a couple of steps back as she faced the object of the sound.

"Impressive handling that brute of a man for me." McAllister, gleamed at her, lowering his hands. "I didn't need him anymore and was almost worried you wouldn't be able to take him on. You proved me wrong, Teresa. I see why Patrick fancies you."

She bolted, her legs turning and pushing her as much as they could to get her away. She heard a puff of wind explode from behind her, only to experience a sharp, piercing, sting on her right shoulder. She slowed to a stop, glancing at where the pain came from, only to see a small metallic tranquilizer dart. She looked at McAllister, only to see him walking closer to her with a big gun. A strange numbness radiated from her shoulder, washing over her. She felt as if she was losing control of her body, as her heart slowed down and her eyelids became heavy.

"Now," He crooned, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other held the gun. He pulled her close, sharply, as he rested her weakening body against him. She tried to fight, but her arms and legs felt more and more like cement. "You didn't really think I was going to let you get away so easily, did you?"

She lost consciousness, her body falling into to his arms. He carried her to a black chevy sedan that was on the opposite side of the truck and rested her by the trunk of it. Once he opened the trunk, he pulled out the only objects in there, her police handcuffs and zip ties. He put away the keys to the handcuffs, sliding them into his pocket for now. He zip tied Lisbon's wrists, pulling them tight enough that they bit and cut into her skin. He moved lower, dragging his hands down her body leisurely until he reached her ankles and zip tied them together as well. He picked up her body, placing her in the trunk and slamming it closed and locking it before he sat in the driver's seat and drove off, crossing Texas border into New Mexico.

"Estimated," the map app on his phone chirped, "16 hours and 50 minutes to Sacramento, California."

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"What do you mean you can't find her?" He growled at Wylie, who looked at him eyes bulging in fright, "Just look through the security cameras to find the car that took her!"

"I-i-it's not that easy, J-Jane." He stuttered helplessly, "There were no security cameras at the crime scene and anything else is purely speculative."

"Then get to work!"

"Jane!" Cho shouted at him, pulling him away from Wylie and dragging him to the break room. "What's wrong with you? We're doing the best we can to get her back."

"You're not doing enough."

"We're doing what we can! She was important to us all, Jane. We're going to get her back, if it's the last thing we do."

Jane nodded, his body revealing his exhaustion. "You can't."

"Why can't we?"

He steeled himself, his face suddenly serious and his eyes unrevealing. "Because the one who took her is Red John."

"What?" Cho could hardly believe what he heard. He blinked, trying to understand if he heard Jane correctly.

"Red John kidnapped Lisbon."

"That's not possible." He spoke, "You killed him. Didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then how could he have possibly taken Lisbon?"

"I don't know." He spoke, turning from Cho, heading towards the elevator. "But I don't really care."

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Lisbon woke up with a stir, blinking to try to get her eyes adjusted to the pitch black darkness. She felt her wrists and ankles burning as her nerves slowly started to awaken. In a matter of moments, her stomach started to revolt, her nausea increased as she noticed she's in a moving car. She swallowed down the bitter vile that creeped up the back of her throat.

How long was I out? She asked herself. Where is he taking me? She twisted to try to find the ridge of one of the rear lights. Setting her foot in position, she braced herself and kicked with all of the strength and momentum she could muster. An earsplitting shattering crash resonated through the small area. She turned, crawling to where she kicked and examined it. It was curved away from her and dislocated in one corner. She used her elbow to strike at the cave in, hitting it again and again until a loud pop was heard before the crash of it falling to the road outside. She blinked at the harsh light flooding into eyes, rubbing at them.

She looked around, focusing on the names of the billboards on the opposite side of traffic to try to locate where she was. She noticed that the driver behind McAllister's car noticed her. She stuck her hands out, waving them. Lisbon smiled when she saw it worked, that the driver, a young male driver with short hair and dark sunglasses, noticed. He drove to McAllister's side, pointing towards the trunk, before driving off. McAllister turned off of the highway and into a car junkyard.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she felt the engine stop and the door slam closed. She pushed herself away from the door, just as McAllister opened it. He dragged her out of the trunk by her tied wrist and slammed her into the floor before dragging her across shards of glass. She winced as they sliced her back, digging into her skin. He pushed her into the backseat of a wine red Volkswagen jetta. He handcuffed her to the metal bar of the passenger's headrest before lighting a cigarette only to burn her with it.

"If you try that again," He warned her, grabbing her chin forcing her to face him, "I will kill that child quicker than you can say 'whoops'."

He got back into the driver's seat and continued to drive. Lisbon watched in terrified silence as with each hour, she got farther from Jane and closer to California. She couldn't believe it when she saw him pull up to the building. Tears fell from her eyes as she recognized Jane's old house looming in the dusk.