Chapter 6

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A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for the reviews. They mean a lot. Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I passed out while writing the disclaimer. Surprisingly, the keys make a really comfortable head-rest. Had a good rest though. Anyways, I love you guys so much and don't bother with me being a little eh. I always put myself down, side-effect of being a pessimist. Oh well, enjoy this chapter. Thanks again to Becky. I'm happy I made you smile, take care love.

Flashback (the following day after the previous flashback in the car)

Teresa was sitting at her desk that morning. She hated to admit it but she was hung-over. She vaguely remembered what occurred the night before. She placed her head in her hands attempting to piece together how she could have ended up in her bed that morning when she couldn't even recall driving back. It was obvious she went out since she woke up in an evening dress but where did she go and what the hell happened? Teresa Lisbon detested not having control and this situation made her feel lost. She groaned out loud when some one knocked on her office door.

"Come in," she answered straightening her attire and sitting up. A certain blond pushed his head in and smiled brightly. She groaned again and replaced her head in her hands. Jane walked over to her and drew small circles on the small of her back whilst propping himself up on her desk. She sighed contentedly and he increased the circles in size.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, tilting her chin up slightly to meet his eyes.

"Nothing." She pulled away from him.

"Teresa, is it about last night?" he inquired, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Her eyes widened visibly before she snapped up from her seat.

"What do you know about last night?" Her voice was slightly accusing. Jane rose from her desk.

He smiled. "Oh not much, just that you couldn't keep your hands off of me, which is not surprising since I see the way you look—" Lisbon held up a hand to silence him. He and his ego.

"What? We went out on a date last night?" Her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed in confusion. He nodded slowly.

"You really don't remember? You had a little too much to drink there, Teresa. Well, we weren't on a date initially but you called me to pick you up at Jerry's Bar. So I took you home."

"That's not a date Jane. I just called you to pick me up." She crossed her arms and felt some relief knowing it was Jane who took care of her.

Patrick leaned in close so his lips gently brushed her ear as he spoke in a whisper, "That's not what it felt like in the car." She pulled away suddenly conscious as to where they were. She cleared her throat when he pulled away.

"Shut up Jane." She glared at him

"Why do you keep calling me 'Jane', we're dating. Don't you think you should use my first name now?" He arched a brow.

"We're at work Jane." She leaned in close just as he had done, "And as much I do want you, we aren't exactly a couple."

He smiled. This was working perfectly. "Well let's take care of that, shall we?" Teresa was astonished when Patrick took her hands in his and knelt on one knee in front of her. She swallowed hard.

Patrick looked her in the eyes. He almost forgot what he had to say then before reality dawned on him again. "Teresa Colleen Lisbon, will you make me the happiest man on earth and do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend?" He laughed as he saw various emotions play over her face before she registered what he had said.

"What?" She was thoroughly confused. What was she expecting? Would she have said yes if he did indeed had asked her to marry him?

"Would you officially be my girlfriend?" he repeated. It took her a moment to consider what he was asking before she came up with an answer, "Yes."

He stood and cupped her cheeks, leveling his head so he was in line with her eyes, "I love you."

"She smiled before closing the distance between them, brushing her lips slowly on his. He responded, keeping their slow pace. "I love you too Patrick," she murmured against his lips once they broke apart. He grinned as she placed her hands around his neck drawing him in for another kiss…

End of Flashback

Sticky, wet liquid trickled from the back of Teresa's head unto her shoulders. She groaned and turned to move over but found she had limited space. Panic rose in her throat and she thrashed her hands about her desperately trying to identify her surroundings. It was rather dark and she found focusing her eyes a challenge. As her hands felt around in the dark she emitted a gasp as realization as to where she was hit her. She was in a car trunk, or more specifically Red John's car trunk. She folded her fist and pounded the top of the trunk trying to attract some attention from hopefully passers-by. The air was thick and she could fell herself suffocating. Tears sprang to her eyes but she wouldn't let then fall.

After what seemed like hours Teresa felt the car pull to a stop and the engine was cut off. She was attentive as the car door slammed shut and footsteps approached the trunk.

"I'm going to let you out only if you be a very good girl, okay?" Red John taunted her; from the interior of the trunk his voice was muffled. A few seconds passed before she grunted in response. She could almost see hear the mockery in his voice. Immediately after he opened the trunk slightly Lisbon kicked him in his most sensitive areas. She promptly leaped out of the compartment as quickly as she could and attempted to dash pass him but he grabbed her arm firmly.

"God woman, that's not the way I wanted us to be reacquainted, but it did involve one of two body parts used here." He smirked, although obviously still in pain. She gave him her best disgusted look. "Aw, come on. We could have a lot of fun."

"You're sick," she spat.

"Well it's a shame. Let's go." He began dragging her with him to the car when a guy about forty-eight in a jeep was about to pass them. This was her chance. Teresa shouted to him, drawing his attention as he pulled to a stop.

"Help me please! He's going to kill me," she pleaded with the man. The man, still in his jeep cocked his head towards Red John eyeing him suspiciously. It's not every day someone stops you and says someone is trying them.

"What's going on here?" he asked Red John.

He was nervous for a moment before he flashed his sympathy smile, "I'm sorry sir. She's my sister. I was taking her back to St. Jude's Hospital." Teresa tried pulling away from him but he wouldn't let her go, "He's lying! Please! You have to help me." She was almost near tears.

The man eyed Red John, and then got out of his truck, "I think I should take a look for myself."

Red John's smile instantly disappeared. "Sure," he ushered the man to his car, "I have the papers showing she's a patient there."

His hand still on Teresa, he reached behind his back to retrieve his knife. As the man was nearing the car Red John drove it into the man's abdomen. Over and over he drove it in and out until the man collapsed. Teresa stood there completely helpless watching as the man was murdered in front her very eyes. She gasped when Red John brought the bloody knife to her throat, "Don't ever do that again. See what you made me do?" he said through gritted teeth.

He retrieved some rope from his car and tied her hands and feet before pushing her into the back seat of his car. He got in the driver's seat and took off.

Patrick Jane vacated the abandoned house after careful observations. He got a sample of the blood and sent it to the CBI. He now stood outside the house leaning against his car engrossed in his thoughts when he spotted tire tracks leading north of his current location. How hadn't he noticed that before? He mentally chastised himself. Jane got in his car and sped away. He might still have a chance at catching Red John and getting Teresa back alive if he was hasty.

A/N: Oh another one I'm not proud of. Well it's almost over. There're two ways this can go and I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Do you want an angst ending without character death or a fluffy ending? Or do you want an alternative ending? I'm liking the thought of an alternative ending. Please, please, some one tell me. Has the mentalist been picked up for a second season? Why haven't I heard anything? I'm a bit nervous; okay I'm a nervous wreck. I have to know! REVIEW!