A/N: I had a good time with this chapter! I love writing action scenes! I hope y'all enjoy it too, and I can't believe we're almost to the end of this story. I think we'll have two chapters after this one. I apologize for any typos. Twin's rather insistent! Heheheh. I'll be updating Endless next- hopefully in a day or so.... I really need to do some homework now...whoops!

Thanks to: ELODIE WOLFE, TROMANA, LISBON69, YABA, FAMOUS4IT, MTM, BOUTONDOR , and MISSNITAGIRL.

Chapter Ten

Ducking down in the driver's seat, Teresa Lisbon felt slightly ridiculous as she tried to hide from view as Jane entered the warehouse nearby. Pulling her sunglasses slowly over her eyes, she felt like she should tape a fake moustache on or something equally stupid and reminiscent of those old detective shows. She had followed proper procedure for Undercover Tailing 101, but of course she had managed to park by the one place Jane was headed towards. Thankfully, his attention was focused elsewhere, although she had never known the blond to miss a detail before. Hopefully, he had just categorized the familiar make and model of her car as an unimportant fact.

She let out a sigh of relief as the warehouse door softly closed behind him without any further mishap. She waited for several minutes, awkwardly playing with the cross pendant hanging around her neck. Cracking the door, she warily glanced around, but saw no sign advising her to not proceed. Slinking around the side of the warehouse, she ducked behind a row of trashcans and pulled out her phone. She quickly typed a short message and programmed it to send in twenty-four hours if she didn't delete it. Clicking the safety off her gun, she stealthily slipped in the side entrance.

Her heart was pounding, and she could already tell her palms were beginning to sweat. Focusing on her breathing, she paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dim interior and grimaced when she was greeted with a face full of spider web. Swiping at her face, she removed the offending arachnid with a shudder. Really. Was there some cosmic law that stated secret meetings with notorious criminals had to be held in abandoned warehouses? Why couldn't people met in posh hotels or even restaurants? Something with better lighting. Pressing herself against the way, she gripped her Glock tighter as the sound of a pipe clanging echoed throughout the building.

Steeling herself, she crept closer towards the next hallway junction, and was a little uneasy at the lack of noise or light. Surely, Jane couldn't have gotten too far. She pushed back thoughts of impending doom and bloody bodies, and glanced around. The building was a maze of twisting corridors and annexed rooms, and Red John could be lurking in any one of them. Something rattled above her and she froze, wishing she had brought a flashlight. She covered her face and tried not to inhale the dust and small bits of insulation that rained down. Swiping at her face, she felt a sudden tickling in her nose, and although she tried to hold it in, a sneeze burst out.

She wanted to close her eyes, and hoped she hadn't just given away her position. A few nerve-racking seconds past before she gradually starting moving forward. There was still no sign of Jane or anyone else for that matter. She stared long and hard as the floor ahead of her as the concrete gave way to weathered wooden boards. Stepping carefully, she was completely unprepared for one to be rotten. She bit back a yelp as her foot slid through the jagged hole, and she berated herself for not paying proper attention to her surroundings. Lowering her gun, she carefully extracted herself from the sharp splinters and winced as her skin caught on the rough wood. Ignoring the blood she was sure would stain her sock, she took a tentative step forward.

"You really should be more careful."

She spun around and leveled her gun at the shadowy figure that appeared almost out of her line of sight. A twinge of pain radiated up her right leg, but she ignored it and focused on the man before her. His face was covered, and he was remaining strangely still. Her heart was racing and she knew she was lucky he hadn't taken off her head in her moment of distraction. Deeply inhaling, she steadied her feet and waited for him to make the next move. He remained hidden in the shadows, and she wondered what the game was, and she had a sinking suspicion that she was missing something. Something important.

"You really are quite lovely. Predictable though, and that's a bit of a shame," the disembodied voice rasped.

"I'll give you three seconds to surrender yourself, or I'll shoot," she said strangely calm. Watching the figure for any sign of movement, her brow furrowed as she started to count.

"One… Two…"

"I don't think that's such a good idea," a voice whispered from behind her.

She jumped and backed away, trying to keep both figures in sight. She didn't recognize the man who was leering at her, and she vaguely wondered if Red John had an accomplice all these years. It made no sense. None of their information ever pointed towards two killers, so she decided one of the men was a lackey. Now she just had to figure out which one. Frowning, she held her ground, and eyed both figures.

"Hands above your head. No sudden movements!" she stated firmly.

Neither man moved. Slowly, the man she could see lifted his hands with a small smile, and she focused the bulk of her attention on the man in the shadows. The man she still couldn't see.

"I won't hesitate to shoot," she warned as she steadied her weapon.

Her finger hovered over the trigger, and right as she was about to pull it, the floor cracked beneath her. The shot went wide, and the bullet embedded itself in the wall a foot away from the man's torso. He still didn't move. The floorboards began to split, and she took another step backwards. The man in the light began to laugh- a low laugh that echoed throughout the room. Lisbon froze and swung her gun back towards the light. He took a step towards her, still chuckling. Her eyes widened as the sound of wood breaking filled the room, and she scrambled to get back onto the concrete.

She fired another shot before losing her balance, nicking the visible man in the shoulder. He grimaced before lunging towards her. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion, as she landed on the ground, her gun clattering beside her. She was thankful it hadn't gone off in her fall. The man she nicked lunged towards the weapon, kicking her in the side. She felt the wind rush out of her lungs as she stretched for the gun. Her fingers brushed against the cool metal before a large hand encircled her wrist. Making a snap decision, her log shot out and she kicked the gun towards the floorboards where it disappeared into a pile of rubbish.

She felt herself rise, as another hand closed around her throat. Her toes barely brushed against the ground, and she tried not to struggle too much. She knew that would only waste her limited air supply. Her fingers clawed at the man's hands as he stared at her with a murderous expression. There was no doubt that the man dangling her in the air was Red John. He released her, and she fell to the ground, coughing as she raised a hand towards her bruised throat. He leaned forward and grabbed her arm, twisting tightly, until she was happy to play along and walk where he wanted her to.

Her eyes adjusted as they neared the shadows, and she froze when she took in the features of the man who had remained still this entire time. Patrick Jane was bound and handcuffed to a large pipe leaving no room for movement. Duct tape covered his mouth, and his worried eyes locked with hers. She felt the blood rush towards her head, and knew her skin was clammy to the touch. Only a pure luck of fate had managed to save her from shooting her consultant. Jane's eyes widened, and before she could turn, blinding pain shot through her skull before everything went dark.