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You Don't Know Me

Chapter 7

Angel or Devil?

Carol Johansson was sitting in her brother's backyard, working on getting some sun to add colour to her pallid complexion. She had been out of circulation for a while and looked forward to getting a tan, a job and some money, not necessarily in that order. Her family was small and about as dysfunctional as they get these days, but her brother would always make room for her. Hell, he'd picked her up at the women's shelter more than once in the last year without asking too many questions. She put up with the lectures he gave her about always picking losers for boyfriends but she could deal with it - he loved her no matter what. The sucker. Her newest boyfriend was pretty smart though, always coming up with some kind of money making scheme that would not require him wearing a uniform or saying yes sir or no sir to some schmuck in a suit. She'd be giving him a call today and let him know she was at her brother's house and that his plan had worked beautifully. He wasn't a bad guy, not as bad as some she had hooked up with in the past. So what if he tuned her up every once in awhile? Bruises heal quickly when you're young and she figured she usually deserved to be hit what with her bad attitude and big mouth. God she was just like her old man had been, wherever the hell he was now. Always pushing the limits until someone bigger and stronger pushed her back. She couldn't keep a small grin from creeping up on her face though, when she remembered seeing that hunky blonde man step forward with a number around his neck back at the police station. He looked so stunned and angry. Served him right. He'd go to jail on a kidnapping charge and never figure out why or who had it in for him. Shit this was fun!

(Office CBI)

Hightower stepped out of the elevator and marched rapidly down the hall heading directly for Lisbon's office. Poking her head in the doorway, she barked out an order. "My office, now!"

Lisbon barely had time to say 'Yes Ma'am' before Hightower was out the door and storming back to her own office. Moments later, Lisbon arrived and was instructed to shut the door.

"Ma'am?"

"Please, take a seat" her boss indicated with a wave of her hand.

Turning her steely eyes on Lisbon, Hightower got straight to the point.

"I go out of town to a conference for 5 days, and all hell breaks loose! My consultant is arrested on kidnapping charges, assault charges, cruelty charges? What else has gone on in my absence? Don't tell me he also blew up the Statue of Liberty!"

"It's all a sham" said Lisbon urgently, with as much control in her voice as she could muster.

"We believe that Jane is being set up - by whom and for what reason, we don't know yet, but someone wants him disgraced and imprisoned."

"Why do you think it's a sham Lisbon, aside from the fact that this would be totally out of character for Jane to harm a woman" said Hightower fairly. "Aside from his protestations of innocence, do you have any proof of this setup?"

"I visited Jane in jail at the SAC PD and we did some brainstorming. I had mentioned the girl kept using a large handkerchief, the kind men used to use. Jane thought it was odd and told me to look for it here in the office in case she dropped it. Turns out she had thrown it out in the ladies washroom and our cleaning man found it. He was going to take it home, wash it and use it again".

"Charming…" muttered Hightower in disgust.

"We took it back, and just like Jane suspected, the handkerchief was a prop, doused in something noxious that made the girl tear up. It made her appear very upset and emotional, when in fact she was just acting."

"Where is this handkerchief now?" asked Hightower.

"In the lab, getting analysed for anything that will incriminate this woman and prove she is a liar."

"Alright then, let's get more evidence and get Jane's charges dropped" said Hightower, standing and signalling that this meeting had ended.

"Yes Ma'am" agreed Lisbon, turning to go.

"Nice work Teresa…" smiled Hightower, as Lisbon nodded her head and returned to her office.

Grace was waiting for Lisbon when she got back to the bullpen.

"We have a break Boss, we know who Carol Johansson's mother is. She is Anita Johansson, 53 years old, divorced for years, single and living in Garden Wells, a little community just outside Sacramento. Nothing on the father yet, but Carol has a brother, Jim. He lives in Sacramento and has a family, house, steady job. Seems like a regular guy. We can contact him and see if he is willing to tell us anything about his sister."

"Does this Carol Johansson have a record, any history of arrests for anything?"

"Nothing comes up in the system. She seems pretty clean so far" affirmed Van Pelt.

"OK. Good work. I want you and Rigsby to go visit Jim Johansson this morning and get feel for his relationship with his sister. See if he tells us something useful."

"Sure thing Boss."

"And Grace, if Carol is at her brother's place, try to get something out of her, see if she seems upset or frightened. We need to see what she's like without any props to make her cry" said Lisbon.

"I'll do my best."

"Thanks Grace! I'm taking Cho with me to visit Anita Johansson. By this afternoon we'll compare notes and see who Carol Johansson really is" she said, turning back towards her office.

(SAC PD)

Hannigan sat at his desk with nothing to do. His colleagues acted as if he was invisible. Hannigan knew something big had gone down in the last 48 hours while he was gone, as groups of cops were gathered around the coffee machine whispering and laughing, excluding him. Getting more and more angry, Hannigan went to his partner and demanded to know what everyone was talking about.

"Oh you didn't hear?" his soon-to-be ex-partner said, feigning surprise that Hannigan was out of the gossip loop.

""Would I be asking you if I knew what the buzz around here was all about?" groused the older man.

"Your favourite guy got arrested for kidnapping and assault! He's downstairs in the jail waiting for his arraignment" smiled the young cop.

"My favourite guy? Who the hell are you talking about?"

"Jane! Mr. Hocus Pocus! The great mind reader, the psychic! Patrick Jane!"

Hannigan took a step back in shock. "Patrick Jane is in our cells on a kidnapping charge?"

"Am I speaking Chinese Hannigan? Yes, that asshole!"

Hannigan stood still for a moment as he processed this shocking information. He had no love for Jane, blaming him for the beginning of the end of his career. With just a couple of days left at the SAC PD, this was like manna from heaven! He turned and headed for the elevators. This he had to see with his own eyes!

The elevator opened onto the corridor leading to the cells. It was a quiet day so far and the usual cursing and yelling from those held in custody was absent since Jane was the only prisoner being held at the moment. Hannigan showed his badge to the guard on duty who waved him through. A short time later, he was staring at the dishevelled form of the famous Patrick Jane. Grinning from ear to ear, Hannigan approached the bars of Jane's cell and just stood staring at the man reclining on his bunk.

"They told me upstairs that you were a guest of the City, but I gotta tell ya, I had to see it to believe it!" laughed Hannigan.

"Well I'm glad I've provided you with your laugh of the day Hannigan" smiled Jane, remembering the man so clearly from years ago.

"My how the mighty have fallen… I should have known that sooner or later the real Patrick Jane would surface. But kidnapping? Assaulting a woman? You sure had Lisbon fooled!" said Hannigan, certain that Jane was finally revealing his true nature.

"Don't believe everything you hear Hannigan. I'll be out of here today or tomorrow and I have no intention of spending a single day in prison. The victim is lying and I'm going to prove it" Jane said with finality.

"You do that. But I wouldn't be surprised if you take down the whole CBI in the process" Hannigan suggested.

"Are you speaking from experience?" Jane countered.

Hannigan's face flushed bright red and he took another step closer the bars.

"It's because of you that I left the CBI, a nice cushy job I had been after for a long time. I should have been the Senior Agent in Charge, but no… that damned Teresa Lisbon talked her way into that job… or maybe slept her way into it and pushed me out" suggested Hannigan with a leer.

"You ought not speak to about Lisbon like that!" said Jane before he could stop himself. "Teresa Lisbon earned that job with hard work and incredible intelligence. You would never have been chosen as Senior Agent up against raw talent like hers, no matter the age difference between you. It's like I said the day I met you… it was a temperament issue. You would always be passed up for promotions."

"Go to hell!" spat out the disillusioned cop, his dislike of Jane on full display.

"So tell me Hannigan, how's the job here at SAC PD? Any better than the CBI?" asked Jane, amused by Hannigan's attempts at bluster. Hannigan didn't know how to answer. Did Jane somehow know that he had been fired? Was he poking fun at him and his inability to get ahead in the job? Was he just pouring gasoline on Hannigan's already simmering fire of resentment against the police hierarchy?

"Like I said, go to hell!" answered Hannigan lamely as he turned and stalked off down the corridor, fuming and not feeling the slightest bit appeased at seeing Jane in jail. God that man still pissed him off!

Jane stretched and settled down a little more deeply onto his bunk, his run in with Hannigan the highlight of his day so far. Time had not tempered Hannigan's issues with authority figures, and he had not learned anything in the passing years since leaving the CBI. A man like that created his own disasters but would never know why. So sad…

With absolutely nothing to amuse himself with and his trips into his memory palace trying to find a link between himself and the victim accusing him of kidnapping leading him nowhere, Jane decided that the next best thing to a cup of tea would be a nap. Since the tea would not be forthcoming until his release, he would settle for a snooze. Turning towards the wall he shut his eyes and drifted off, hoping to wake up to news of his imminent release.

(Rigsby and Van Pelt)

Rigsby and Van Pelt found their way to Jim Johansson's house and were impressed by how neat and tidy it was, settled nicely into a neighbourhood of similarly well-kept homes. Ringing the doorbell, they hoped their meeting with Carol's brother would yield something valuable to their investigation. Moments later a man in his early thirties opened the door. Showing their badges and identifying themselves, Rigsby and Van Pelt politely enquired if they could ask Jim some questions about his family and his sister in particular. Mr. Johansson let them in and showed them to the living room, pushing kids toys out of the way as they sat down on the sofa.

"My sister's outside on the patio. I'd appreciate it if you didn't upset her today" he began. Van Pelt hastened to reassure him that that was not their purpose. Relaxing a bit, he sat back and let them begin.

"Mr. Johansson, we're here to find out exactly what happened to your sister and how she came to be staying here with you" Van Pelt began gently.

"What's to tell? That bastard grabbed her off the street and took her back to his hovel where he dehumanized her for close to two weeks. He probably scoped out the neighbourhood looking for someone vulnerable and small!" he snapped, seeing it all play out in his mind.

"Did your sister call you from the police department to come and get her? Are you on good terms with her generally Mr. Johansson?" asked Rigsby, trying to calm the man down.

"She… she called me and begged me to come and get her. I've helped her out in the past and she knows she can call me if she can't manage on her own."

"Has she been in trouble with the law in the past?" asked Van Pelt.

"No. At least not that I know of, but she's the victim here! Why would you even ask me that?" he responded emotionally.

"Just trying to get to know her, that's all Mr. Johansson. How have you needed to help her out in the past? With housing or finding a job?" said Rigsby, fishing for an angle to follow.

"Huh! No...not with finding her a job… she couldn't keep a job if she tried… which she never does" her brother said with evident frustration bleeding through his words. "No, she usually calls me when one of her 'boyfriends' has beaten her up for drug money or for cheating on him and she ends up in a women's shelter. She only stays a day or two then wants to get out of there. Too many rules, she says" he huffed.

Van Pelt looked at Rigsby and took this lead a bit farther.

"So she has had altercations with men in the past. Is there anyone in her life right now who might have hurt her… beaten her up recently?"

"Not that I know of, but if you're suggesting someone else other than that cop hurt her, good try. She was kidnapped and just because a cop did it doesn't mean he gets to walk free!" her brother said protectively.

"That's not what I was suggesting at all Mr. Johansson. Does your sister have a good relationship with the rest of the family?" asked Van Pelt.

"It's just the two of us now. She won't have anything to do with our mother. They had a falling out years ago over our Dad and she won't forgive Mom for it. Mom tries her best, she's a good woman, but when Carol gets an idea into her head, that's it. Story over, end of discussion. It drove Mom nuts and the fights finally got too much and Mom threw Carol out on the street last year. Carol should be old enough to take care of herself, but she just doesn't do a good job of it. So that's when I help her out. She just needs to straighten herself out and find a good man, not some manipulative creep, finish her education and have a real life" he said with sadness.

Van Pelt stood up and looked out the dining room window, spotting the young woman sitting in the sun.

"Mind if I go and say hello to your sister? She might want to have a woman to talk to after all the men she's had to deal with lately" she suggested.

"Sure, go ahead, maybe it would help" he said, wishing it would.

Van Pelt excused herself and left Rigsby alone with Jim Johansson, while she made her way out to the backyard. Rounding the corner of the house silently, she observed Carol. The young 'victim' was stretched out on a lawn chair, a beer on the chair next to her and a cd player churning out the hits du jour. Van Pelt studied the girl and was surprised at how well her wrists seemed to be healing, considering she had told SAC PD Det. Carlson that she had been tied up on and off for two weeks. The young woman was talking on a cell phone, unaware that a cop was standing so close by. Van Pelt took out her cell phone and hit the video record button.

"Yeah baby, I'm fine! It's all good... yeah the bruises look OK… no, not too sore. You did a good job by the way. Yeah, I got checked out at the hospital and they agreed someone had laid a beating on me. Yeah, real Einsteins...Uh huh… yup, Jimmy is putting me up for as long as I want, but I expect to be pulling outta here as soon as we get that Jane guy sent up to the Federal Prison. Yeah, I know… but he's just a cop, like all of them… uh huh…" she continued, listening to her 'baby' on the other end of the line.

"Is this all gonna be over soon Boyd? Living here with my brother is boring as shit, but if I leave, it won't look good. OK… look I did what you wanted me to do so lay off me OK? Jeez, haven't I proven I'm your girl?"

Carol proceeded to yell at her boyfriend for a few minutes then threw the phone down into the grass, cursing loudly. Van Pelt decided to backtrack then re-approach noisily, so Carol wouldn't suspect she had been overheard. Switching off her phone and putting it away, she advanced again.

"Carol? Carol are you back here?" called Van Pelt, walking as loudly as she could to announce herself.

Coming around the corner, she found Carol hunched down into her chair, the radio off and a tissue clutched in her shaking hand.

"Who are you? What do you want?" said Carol in a shaky voice, appearing so small and vulnerable.

"Sorry to frighten you, my name's Grace. I'm working with the police to try to wrap up this case", explained Grace. It was kind of the truth.

"Oh good. I want all of this to just go away so I can get on with my life. That man should go to jail forever for what he did to me!" Carol said meekly.

"Carol, can you tell me exactly how Mr. Jane found you and took you away with him?"

Carol sat up a bit straighter and looked the lovely Van Pelt in the eyes, employing all of her acting skills once again.

"Well I already told Detective Carlson how it all happened. Why do I have to say it all over again. I just want to forget about it now." She brought the tissue up to her remarkably dry eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to tell me and lots of other people what happened to you. Then you will have to tell a judge and jury, and a whole courtroom full of strangers exactly what happened to you. You can't be scared or refuse to speak. You must tell them the truth."

Carol nodded her head and had to think hard. What exactly had she told that detective back at the SAC PD a few days ago? Remembering her story took effort! That was the problem with a lie, it was harder to remember than the truth any day.

"Go on… you don't have to be afraid… no one will hurt you anymore" murmured Van Pelt as soothingly as she could.

Carol looked towards the house, hoping her brother would materialize and break up this little meeting. Where the hell was he now just when she wanted him?

"Carol?" Van Pelt said, interrupting Carol's daydreaming. "You were going to tell me how that man found you and took you away."

"Oh, right, sure. Well, I was at the bus stop waiting for my ride and…"

'Which bus stop?"

"What?"

"Which bus stop were you standing at? What number was the stop, which street?" asked Van Pelt, her note book and pen at the ready.

"Oh, uh, it was… number 18. Yeah line 18 going downtown" she said uncertainly.

"OK, bus stop 18… go on" said Van Pelt, writing the number down. Rigsby had come around the corner quietly and was listening intently, just beyond Carol's sightline.

"Yes, and then what happened?" said Van Pelt.

"Well then he took me!" said Carol.

"How did he take you?"

"He took me! Whaddya mean how did he do it? He's bigger than me, it was easy!" Carol bit back sharply, uneasy with the way this conversation was going.

"I need details Carol" said Van Pelt.

"It's too upsetting, I can't talk about it anymore, I'm sorry!" shouted the young woman, burying her face in her tissue.

"Where were you going the day you were kidnapped?"

"Out."

"Out where? Were you meeting friends? A boyfriend maybe?" continued Van Pelt.

"No. Just out, no friends."

"But is there a boyfriend who cares about you?" nudged the persistent redhead.

Carol swivelled around in her chair and feigned indifference. "I don't have a boyfriend in this shitty town. Happy now?" she barked back.

Van Pelt sighed and closed her notebook. Standing up, she reached over and took Carol's hand, examining her wrist close up.

"It's OK, I think we're done here. You were very brave to talk to me. You did really well. I'll let myself out" she said kindly.

"We done? OK. I'm tired, I think I'll take a nap" said Carol, relieved the questions were over with.

"Thank you Carol" said Van Pelt as she turned and started to walk back towards the corner of the house. Once she got around the corner she joined Rigsby and she put her finger to her lips to signal him not to talk until they got to the car. They both got belted in and pulled away before Van Pelt let out a long breath and turned to her partner.

"Did you hear any of that?" she asked Wayne..

"Some, enough to know she is a great actress. Did she say anything useful at all?" he asked.

Holding up her phone, Van Pelt smiled broadly and pushed "play". Rigsby listened while he drove and his face registered his surprise and disgust at the revealing conversation the little liar had had with her accomplice.

"SAC PD needs to hear that recording" he said with excitement.

"I'm not sure they will allow it as evidence. She didn't know she was being recorded."

"But she would never have said any of that if she had known you were there!" he said sensibly.

"We'll play it for Lisbon and Jane's lawyer and let them decide how to proceed" Van Pelt answered him, knowing it was out of their hands anyway.

"That girl is devious" Wayne said, stating the obvious.

"I think she was making it up as she went along. I think she forgot what she told Carlson and she probably thought no one else would question her again. She's pretty naive."

"Not so naive. She actively participated in fraud. If we can find her partner and prove they are working together to frame Jane, they'll both be doing time in Federal Prison" said Rigsby.

"She was lying through her teeth about the boyfriend!" grinned Van Pelt. "If we let Cho have a go at her, she'll crumble and give up her partner just to make it stop!" she predicted.

Wayne smiled back at Grace. 'Good old Cho!"

(Lisbon and Cho)

Lisbon and Cho found the small apartment complex where Anita Johansson lived. A small dog yapped excitedly when they rang the doorbell and from within they heard a woman calling out for it to be quiet. The door opened and a small, attractive short-haired woman looked up at them in annoyance.

"Please go away. I am not going to go to your church, I will not give you a donation of only $20, buy your chocolate bars or sponsor a child in East L.A.!" she said with frustration.

"You've got us all wrong Mrs. Johansson." Lisbon and Cho held out their badges and introduced themselves.

"The CBI? Why is the CBI here? Is this about what happened to Carol? I spoke to someone at the SAC PD and he said the case was as good as closed" she said with concern. "Besides, I don't know anything at all."

"May we come in? We are not so sure the case is as good as closed, and we would very much like to talk to you about your daughter" said Lisbon, smiling kindly. Cho just gave the woman a glare that dared her to deny him entry.

"Well, Ok, just beware of the Beast!" she said, indicating the small dog who was busy licking Cho's shoes. He brushed the dog aside gently with his toe and stepped through the doorway.

"Please, sit down and I'll bring you some coffee, I just made it" she offered, flustered by all of this police business in her otherwise quiet life.

"Thank you" said Cho and Lisbon to her receding back, as she disappeared into the small kitchen. Cho looked around the living room, taking in the decor and the photos. Jane always walked a circuit in every room he entered, garnering much in the way of information about the family or suspect just from photos alone. Cho noted many photos of a much younger son and daughter with their mother, in happier times. There were no photos of a husband or father anywhere. Must have been an ugly split.

The woman came back and handed out mugs of steaming coffee and then settled down in an armchair across from them, curious as to what these people wanted now.

"Mrs. Johansson" began Lisbon, but she was cut off mid-sentence.

"It's Miss Johansson. Not Mrs. I'm not married any longer and I went back to my maiden name a long time ago" she corrected her. "But please, call me Anita."

Lisbon switched gears and continued. "I'm sorry, Miss Johansson, uh, Anita, we were hoping you could tell us a little about your daughter."

"What do you want to know? She left last year after we had a terrible fight. She was always a difficult child, so different from her brother. I always wondered if my divorce caused the wedge between us, but I really tried to be a good mother to both of my kids."

"After Carol left, what did she do?" asked Cho, his notepad at the ready.

"Do? What do you mean what did she do?" asked Anita.

"What did she do for work? Or did she continue her education for a while? Who were her friends or close associates?"

The woman glanced up at a large photo of Carol and her brother, in much happier days.

"Carol never really held a job for any length of time. She would start one low paying job but get mad at the boss or not bother to follow the rules, and then she would be fired. She just never could figure out how to get along." The woman looked up at Lisbon in worry.

"I feel like somehow it's my fault that Carol doesn't fit in. Why is her brother so successful and she just drifts along with the wrong crowd, borrowing money from me or crashing at her brother's place when she is out on the street for too long. She sees herself as a victim and then complains that the system is rigged against her? I just… I just don't understand where I went wrong. And now, she really is a victim. How will she recover from this?"

"It's not your fault Ma'am" said Cho. Miss Johansson shot him a surprised look, not expecting the quiet man to discuss her failings as a mother.

"You gave your children everything they needed to be successful. Your son is evidence of that. Sometimes we just have to come to terms with the fact that people make bad decisions, run with the wrong crowd, do bad things. Sometimes people finally figure out a better way to live and they go and have that better life. Other people… well, you can't live your daughter's life for her. She has to make her own way in the world" he said, remembering well his own time running with a street gang.

Lisbon cleared her throat and brought Miss Johansson's attention back to her again.

"Have you been in contact with your daughter recently?"

"Well, she broke up with a very nasty guy six months ago and came home all beat up. She scared me so much when she walked in that door. I was hoping that episode would be enough to convince her to turn her life around and find better friends, you know, start fresh closer to home."

"What happened when she was feeling better?" Lisbon asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"As soon as the bruises faded and she had put on some weight, she stole $100 from me and took off one morning while I was at work. I didn't hear from her again until about a month ago. She called me up and said she would pay me back the money she took."

"How did she sound on the phone?"

"Excited, happy, in love… you know, like she usually sounds before it all goes wrong. I wished her well and told her to come home and visit me sometime. She said she would bring her new man with her when she did come around. She said he was the real deal this time" Miss Johansson said sadly.

"Did she happen to mention his name Ma'am?" said Cho.

The small woman looked off in the distance, trying to remember what his name was. There had been so many men, all of them losers in her daughter's life.

"I.. I know she mentioned his name… but I just can't remember it right now. I think I wrote it down somewhere just in case he came around, so's I'd know who he was" she answered.

"If you find that piece of paper, would you please call me immediately and tell me his name?" asked Lisbon, handing her a business card.

"Sure, of course. Is that all? Like I said, I don't know anything about the kidnapping. I wish she would just come home to me!"

"I think for now she is feeling safe at her brother's place, so rest assured she is fine Miss Johansson" said Lisbon.

"Ok, thanks."

"We'll see ourselves out. Thank you for your time" said Cho, nodding politely at the woman.

Standing up Cho and Lisbon started to walk towards the door when a thought occurred to Lisbon.

"Oh, by the way, there was one more question I meant to ask you."

"Yes?"

"What is Carol's father's name? We haven't been able to track him down yet."

"Oh sorry, I should have told you. His name is Steven. Steven Hannigan. He used to work for the CBI a long time ago. He never talked about his job much. Steve worked in several departments and then left for greener pastures. I think you knew him don't you Agent Lisbon? I remember a name similar to yours… did you work with him? " asked Miss Johansson.

"Uh, yes. Yes! I do remember him. Thank you for your help Miss Johansson. Please call me when you remember Carol's boyfriend's name"."

Lisbon and Cho said their final goodbyes and left the small sad apartment, and walked in silence to their SUV.

Slamming the car door harder than necessary, Lisbon rounded on Cho.

"Hannigan! Steve Hannigan is Carol Johansson's father? How the hell didn't that come up in any report? What the hell is going on Cho?" she ranted, hitting the gas pedal and pulling out into traffic a bit faster than Cho felt was safe. He wisely said nothing.

(SAC PD)

Hannigan took the elevator back up to his floor and made his way over to his desk. He thought that seeing Patrick Jane behind bars would improve his mood, but somehow that jerk had only made Hannigan more pissed off than ever. How Jane did that was a trick Hannigan had to learn. The office was a beehive of activity. His fellow officers were busy making calls, interviewing suspects, filing reports and cruising the internet for information. Everyone had a purpose except Hannigan. Finishing off these last couple of days was pointless. No one would share any case files with him since he couldn't follow up, so really, why was he here still? Sighing heavily, he watched his soon-to-be former Boss having a heated discussion in his office, and felt envy and hatred for him in equal measure. His partner Bill Smith seemed busy with some paperwork in a file and Hannigan hoped to get an inside scoop on whatever he was working on.

"What'ya got there Smith?" he asked.

"Just the usual, forms to fill in, reports concerning the Patrick Jane case, you know, nothing special" he replied in boredom.

"Can I see the case file for a minute?" asked Hannigan, curious to know some of the details of the case that would hopefully send his nemesis to prison.

"Ahh I don't know Steve. It's not your job anymore and if Carlson finds out you're reading my case file he'll have me working nights till next summer."

"Come on. Just one peek? I hate Jane. I'd love to know what that asshole really did before I retire for good" said Hannigan. 'C'mon!" he cajoled the younger man, holding out his hand for the file.

"Oh hell, why not. You're outta here soon enough. Just don't tell Carlson I gave it to you, OK Steve?" said Smith, glad that soon his bothersome partner would be gone.

He handed the thin file folder over to Hannigan and got up to refill his coffee cup in the staff kitchen.

"Just put it back on my desk when you're done or my ass is grass" he warned Steve.

"Okey dokey' said the older man, already reading the cover page.

Hannigan sat back in his chair, reading the charges with a smile and the report of Jane's take down at the CBI. Turning a page and reading a bit more, he suddenly sat bolt upright and threw down the file. A moment later he stumbled out of his chair and ran across the room leaving the other cops watching his lumbering form with mild interest. He couldn't get to the elevator fast enough, jabbing the button with his fat finger cursing under his breath.

As he stepped off the elevator he fumbled in his coat pocket and found what he was looking for. The young security officer was surprised to see him again.

"Back so soon Detective Hannigan?"

"You're wanted upstairs. I'll watch the prisoner for a while" said Hannigan cryptically. The kid knew Hannigan and was afraid of him, so he just nodded his head and made his way over to the elevator, glad to get out of the basement and away from Hannigan for a few minutes.

Once the elevator door had closed Hannigan turned and ran towards the cells, his eyes trained on the sleeping form on the cot straight ahead of him. Grasping the key he had taken from his pocket, Hannigan slammed it into the lock on Jane's door and wrenched it open, reaching the bed in two steps.

"You bastard! You low-life scum, sonova bitch!" he screamed, grabbing Jane and hoisting him up by his shoulders. "You took my daughter you bastard!" he yelled, "You took my baby!"

Jane was jolted from his sleep to realize he was being dragged across the small space of his cell. Hannigan was in a rage, his eyes glazed and his face beet red. Before Jane could say anything to diffuse his anger, Hannigan slammed Jane against the back wall and drove his fist into his midsection, doubling Jane over, gasping for breath.

"You took my Carol!" screamed Hannigan as his fist pounded into Jane's face, knocking his head back against the concrete brick wall with a sickening crack.

"Stop! Stop!" Jane croaked in a strangled voice, blood filling his mouth. "I didn't take her Hannigan! I didn't take her!" he said before another blow landed, this time dropping him to his knees.

"You think you're so smart don't ya? Hey? The man who knows every damned thing. Well you don't take my kid and walk away. You don't get to walk away from me" he said, driving his knee into Jane's back, laying him out flat on the floor. "I'll kill you for hurting my girl you pervert! You sick bastard!" Hannigan screamed down at his prey, his booted foot kicking at Jane's curled body.

"Stop…. Stop Steve please… I… I didn't do this.." said Jane weakly as the blows continued to rain down on his head and back. Hannigan's rage had not run its' course yet, such was his shock at what the report revealed. His own daughter had been kidnapped and abused and he had not known. Looking down at Jane's body splayed on the cement floor, Hannigan wanted to take his gun and shoot him on the spot, but his service weapon was under lock and key upstairs. With tears streaming down his tortured face, he reached down and grabbed Jane under his arms and stood him up again for a further pummeling. Jane vainly tried to lift his arms up to protect his body when the huge fist hit his ribs. Wincing from the pain, Jane braced himself for more, but the punching stopped. As Hannigan drew his arm back to hurl another blow at his enemy, large hands suddenly grabbed his fist and pulled him away from his semi-conscious victim. Jane slid down onto the floor again and didn't move. Hannigan was out of control and fought against his captors, desperate to continue his revenge against the monster who hurt his little girl. It was pure blind rage.

The security guard had gone upstairs to Carlson's office to find out why he was wanted. When he told Carlson that Hannigan had sent him and was currently with Jane again, the detective had stormed out of his office in anger, leaving the confused young officer standing there alone. Carlson was tired of Hannigan and his antics. He had to make him stop pestering Jane and just go home. Why he wanted Hannigan to work these last few days he couldn't remember, but he was sorry he had been so generous. He called for backup in case Hannigan got difficult and headed downstairs to talk some sense into the older man. But Carlson didn't know that Hannigan had a daughter. He had no idea of the anguish that report had caused his troubled employee. When Carlson arrived at Jane's cell, Hannigan was beating the man senseless. Hannigan struggled against the cops now holding him, crying out in rage and hurt, his eyes never leaving Jane's inert body. Just one more kick, just one more punch to the solar plexus and the bastard would regret ever looking at Carol Johansson!

"Steve! Steve stop!" Carlson yelled, trying to bring Hannigan back into the present. Hannigan stared at Carlson and finally whispered "he took her Bob… he took my Carol". Carlson just said "OK Steve, it's OK now." At that, all the fight went out of him and he cried like a baby. Carlson had no choice but had to handcuff Hannigan, who would now be up on charges for his vicious attack on a prisoner under Carlson's watch. What was worse, the whole attack had been captured on the jail house video cameras. Carlson didn't know what Hannigan's story was, but he had to do his duty now, no matter how distasteful it was to him and his department.

Two officers bent over Jane and found him unconscious and bleeding badly. A call went out for an ambulance and Hannigan was taken away for processing. Carlson sat on Jane's bed and surveyed the destroyed cell and the prone man on the floor. God what a crapstorm this was turning out to be!