"Can't you be serious?" Abby asked in disbelief.
"You have been doing this almost as long as I have. It's going to be easy. I'm going to take pills the doctor prescribed, they will help me relax. Then it'll be easier for you to get inside my head." Patrick Jane said soothingly to his sister. Abby needed to calm down in order to do this for him. It was so very important for him and even more so for his Sweet Charlie.
"But the doctor told us Charlie is going to be alright - I don't think you should leave her at a time like this. You, of all people, know how our father thought of me. I really needed a dad. I really, really needed a dad in my life. She does, too." Abby firmly told her brother... her voice rising at the end of her statement.
"Oh Abby, Sweet Abby, I have to do this and if all of this goes as planned, Charlotte will never even know I was there. I talked to her aunt, she's going to take her."
"Ew, you mean she's going to live with her and her chipmunk. You know Angela hated her sister, you can't possibly do THAT to Charlie."
"They can keep her safe, Abby, I can't! Will you do this for me or not?"
"Fine! Fine - but you have to be absolutely sure you want to do this because - once it's done - it's done! Also, you need to think of a trigger."
"I'm not sure of much right now, but I know I don't just WANT to keep her safe, I HAVE to keep her safe. Red John thinks he got her and he needs to keep on thinking just that! Hiding Charlie is for the best because I'm going to get Red John."
"Fine, but Patty, I'm so sorry." Abby said, sounding heart stricken.
"What?" Jane asked confusion in his eyes.
"I'm so very sorry."
Before he could even think, his sister pulled out a knife and stabbed him with it.
"Abby!" he shouted startling awake. Patrick Jane was gasping, doing his best to catch his breath. It was only a dream, although it had seemed so real.
He took in his surroundings and knew he was still in the hospital. Why was he in the hospital again? Oh right, it was rehab. Looking to his left, he realized he wasn't alone.
"Lisbon, what are you doing here?" Jane asked.
Lisbon took a moment to take In the appearance of her consultant. He looked more disheveled than normal. She really hated to do this to him but this was just not right, he was lying to her.
"Jane, I know you're having a rough time and I don't want to be the person to call you on it - but I thought we were past all of this."
"Past what?"
"The lies, Jane. The lies... Red John took another victim tonight."
"Was it…" He found himself unable to say her name.
"Billie is fine Jane, Dr. Anderson was murdered by Red John."
"The chipmunk." Jane laughed - remembering the realistic dream.
"Not Alvin, Dr. Tracey Anderson was killed last night, Jane. Right in front of her daughter."
She watched his face closely for some kind of reaction. It wasn't at all what she had expected. He closed his eyes and it was almost like he was about to drift back off to sleep.
"Jane?"
"Hmm." He confirmed hearing her without opening his eyes.
"Tracey Anderson is dead, did you not hear me?" Agent Lisbon asked confused.
"Tracey Anderson is dead. You might want to get some sort of protection for her husband as well as the daughter." Jane said in his best Consultant voice.
Lisbon couldn't believe it, it almost looked as if he were going to lie down on the floor and just go to sleep! This was too strange to ignore! When Lisbon first got to Jane's room, the nurse told her when coming on duty, she had found him on the floor, seemingly passed out. At first the nurse was afraid he had taken something, but after conducting some tests staff concluded it was some sort of panic or night terror. He was still somewhat disoriented and just plain being weird which was saying something considering he was Patrick Jane.
"Jane! I just told you your wife's sister was butchered by Red John and now you're going to take a nap?" She asked in disbelief.
"My wife's what?" he asked jumping up.
WTTP*
"I can't believe this. You handcuffed me and brought me in? You do realize you should be taking this time to arrest - oh, I don't know - a real criminal? " Abby asked sarcastically.
"You were in a public park with concealed weapons, you used said weapons and attacked a police officer." Cho deadpanned as usual.
"Are you always like this?" she asked.
"Like what?"
"So robotic. You're so wound up, when was the last time you had a nice bowel movement." She asked with a smile.
"Ma'am, do you not understand what's going on here?"
"Oh I understand. A nice cop like yourself, finds a young woman like me attractive. I would guess you are shy and aren't quite sure how to approach me, so you use the fake arrest as a ruse to ask me out. Sure, Agent Cho, I would love to go out with you." She smiled.
"How do you know Patrick Jane?" he asked.
"What?" she practically shrieked.
Cho really did like this woman. But he was a detective and there was something - something about her he couldn't quite put his finger on. And, thinking of fingers, he really wanted to run his fingers through her silky hair, it was beautiful, and it seemed to glow. Unexpectedly, every time he tried to concentrate on her face, it was jarring the way her eyes danced at him. They were familiar eyes, eyes that he was positive were the eyes of a Jane.
"Who are you to Jane? What do you want with him? Why is it... every time I turn around lately... there you are? More importantly, why do you wear this? You have no need for it whatsoever, why are you dragging your leg around like it is dead weight?" he asked tossing her brace on the counter.
Abby smiled seriously as she looked between Cho and the brace. This is not how it was supposed to happen, her mother was going to kill her.
*WTTP*
Lisbon knew it was a mistake when Jane leapt from the hospital bed. She knew it was a mistake as he got dressed, and she definitely knew it was probably her mistake for telling him - when he threw up on the lawn. Now, Patrick Jane was stalking up the steps to the home of Alvin and the Late Dr. Tracey Anderson. He had been absolutely pumping her for information for the past half hour. It was obvious to Lisbon, Jane knew nothing about Tracey Anderson being Angela's sister. That wasn't the jarring part though, Jane admitted Angela had a sister, but every time he tried to recall what she looked like all he saw was butterflies. She was worried. She was more than worried.
"How do you know me?" he asked erratically as he stalked over to Alvin Anderson.
Alvin was scared. He was more than scared. He hadn't signed on for this, he had only done what his wife had asked and in the end it had cost her life. Was he safe? Was Billie safe? It had been too many years for him not to think of her as his daughter, HE was her father not the madman standing wild-eyed in front of him.
"You need to leave now. I've finally gotten Billie to go to sleep. Seeing you now will only confuse things. The police didn't take her, they said she could turn herself in tomorrow."
"Turn herself in?" Jane looked back at Lisbon.
"She had an unregistered gun, Jane, and she fired it."
"She shot him?" he asked.
She couldn't miss the pride in his voice. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew now that Billie really was Charlotte Jane. She had to be - there were way too many coincidences.
"I know Tracey Anderson was in psychiatric care. What did she do to me?" Jane said accusingly to Alvin.
"She did everything that you wanted of her. I told her it was stupid. I told her what her father said about you was true. You Janes are all poison and you got Angela butchered because you couldn't keep your mouth shut on TV. The things Red John did to poor Charlotte. When she came... Then, Alvin stopped, realizing what he was about to say.
"When she what? When she came to live with you? That's what you were going to say right? That's my daughter. Where is she? Is she up there?" Jane took off up the stairs, but Alvin was faster. He was blocking the door.
"You have no right Jane, you gave up that right long ago."
"I did no such thing, why did I do that?"
"To keep her safe, you said she would be safe here. You had to forget, she had to as well."
"What do you mean forget, I would never. I would never take her memories. It's not safe to hypnotize a child. I would never do that - never!"
"I did it, Patty." An unknown and yet, at the same time, familiar voice announced from the door.
Teresa Lisbon looked to the door and a woman was standing there. A woman in her late fifties, but she was still beautiful. Her skin was well tanned, and she had brownish blonde curls that seemed to fall in the right place. She was dressed in a tasteful white pant suit and reeked of money and class. She walked into the place like she owned it. Wayne Rigsby was right behind her trying to get her to leave the scene. Jane was... Jane was staring.
Patrick Jane was in a trance. He knew her, but how. His mind kept telling him it was his publicist. She handled all of his cases and his money but there was something else familiar about her. Something right at the surface trying to break free. She took her left hand and pulled some hair out of her face and that's when he saw it. The small cut above her eye, he had put that there. Another cage had broken and another butterfly had been set free from its cage.
"Hello, Patty." She smiled when he came face to face with her.
"You did it - didn't you, you hypnotized me?" he stated more than asked.
"It was what you wanted, Patty. You said it was the only way you could catch him"
"He killed Trace tonight, I know I had lunch with her when we were on the circuit, I don't remember any of that. I don't know what's real and what's not anymore. I didn't ask for anything like that." Jane said with a bewildered look on his face.
"Honey, I had to take some steps that were necessary, because there's only so much a person can make you believe, and I... I know... you suffered... but it was for the greater good. Honey I love you."
She went in to hug him and he pulled away.
"Patty?"
"Don't." he walked away.
"Patty, please, you have to understand! I am sorry." She shouted to a rapidly disappearing Jane.
