I've decided to start off this A/N a little differently! I normally go for a run before I write, and there are several songs I listen to that help get me in the mood for this story. Most of them have affected a chapter in some way or another, and remind me of possible moments for Lisbon and Jane. I thought I'd share: My Last Breath (Evanescence), Iris (GooGoo Dolls), I Run to You (Lady Antebellum), Stigmatized (The Calling), Broken (Evanescence/Seether), Please Don't Leave Me (Pink), Whisper (Evanescence). The last song is All We'd Ever Need by Lady Antebellum and I think it's perfect for Lisbon and Jane. I'm in love with this song right now-it will definitely influence later chapters!

Another big thank you to everyone who took the time to review the last chapter, even though I left y'all with an evilly abrupt ending. I love the tension-what can I say?! PHOENIXWYTCH, KHALEK, CATERINA, SHOPPINGLUVA, TROMANA, LALEZ, JOCELYN, PENELOPELOUISE, EMMABERLIN, UNONIMOUS, MYGOLDENGLOW, ELODIE, KATHHIANN, JADESTAR, TIVA4EVER and INNOXIA. I know we're all crazy busy with school, work, and everyday life so I appreciate the time y'all take!

WARNING: There's language that I rarely use in this chapter as well as mentions of violence and rape.

Chapter 10

"Oh God," she whispered as she pulled back sharply. Her hand was covered in blood and she was transfixed by the red droplets running down her skin. She was oblivious to the camera flashes and the myriad of voices that were targeting her. She vaguely recognized Minelli's voice booming over the cacophony of other sounds as he ordered the scene to be blocked off and secured.

The ambulance arrived at the same moment Ben Lisbon began to stir. His body began to strain against the pressure she was applying, and she was grateful for the man beside her who helped her keep her brother still. Jane hadn't said a word, and Lisbon was thankful for the moment of silent respect. At the moment, her mind was too far torn apart to be analyzed by Jane.

She was startled when her brother's eyes flew open. His face contorted in pain and rage as his eyes darted around before landing on her own. He gulped in several breaths of air as the ambulance finally parked nearby. He seemed to be reacting on pure adrenaline and Jane watched uncomfortably as rage gave way to pure hatred.

"This is all your fault," he growled as the paramedics walked up. Unable to respond, Lisbon backed away like she had been stung. The paramedics brushed Jane away as they loaded the irate man into the ambulance. Jane's eyes locked on Lisbon's frozen form as she watched the vehicle drive away. He slowly walked to her side and placed his hand on her arm. Seeing no visible reaction, he carefully began to lead her back inside when she grasped his arm tightly as if he was her lifeline. Just as soon as he felt her grip, it was gone. It was as if it had never happened.

"Get her inside NOW," he heard Minelli roar. Jane could just make out the protests of the reporters who were being forced to turn in their equipment as evidence as the door shut behind him. He led the petite agent and firmly pulled her down on the couch.

Lisbon was in a daze. Her eyes were unfocused and her muscles were extremely tight. She blinked a few times as they sat in silence. Jane took her hand in his and ran his thumb over the back of her hand. His feather light touch jarred her out of her stupor and she stared at their intertwined hands. She exhaled deeply and finally sunk into the soft leather when the rest of the team entered the bullpen.

Their apprehension was clearly displayed on their faces as they silently entered the bullpen. Jane gave them a small smile before turning back to Lisbon. Van Pelt stood awkwardly at her desk while Cho and Rigsby paced near their boss' office. When Minelli entered all attentions were focused on him.

"The papers aren't going to be pleasant tomorrow but you all have the support of the CBI no matter what is printed. I've brought in another team to help run evidence and background information, but they will report all findings to you," Minelli said. The director's attention focused on Lisbon who didn't seem to be aware of her surroundings.

"Lisbon?" Minelli said softly as the brunette continued to stare at her hands. "Teresa?" Lisbon suddenly looked up and her eyes locked with Minelli's.

"Did he leave any notes? Anything about the whereabouts of Ben's wife and child?" she said softly. Minelli shook his head. Lisbon's arm shot out as she hurled a nearby teacup at the wall.

"Goddamn it," she yelled. Her breathing became frantic while the others looked away. Jane grabbed her hand once more and she closed her eyes.

"Get some rest," Minelli said softly. His gaze was tender as he brushed off Lisbon's sudden tantrum. Minelli looked at Jane, and the consultant nodded imperceptibly. With a heavy sigh, the CBI director headed to his office to begin a long night of important phone calls.

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"It's done," a distorted voice said. The man on the other end felt his lips curve into a smile as he hung up the phone. Everything was going according to plan, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

He didn't think of himself as an evil man. He was only facilitating what needed to happen, and besides he wasn't the one wielding the silver blade. These people needed to be shaken up. They needed to face their actions and understand the big picture. He had an inkling that his logic was slightly faulty, but whose wasn't. Everyone fostered a slightly egocentric viewpoint of the world-it was human nature.

His gloved hand ran down a table full of newspaper clippings featuring the Serious Crimes Unit. They all had their flaws, and he was sick and tired of seeing such broken people act through a façade of heroism. They were murderers-just because it was labeled justice didn't mean it wasn't murder.

He didn't particularly enjoy working with the other serial killer, but the other man did have resources he was unable to get a hold of. He knew the other man was dangerous, but he was smart enough to watch his back and keep Red John happy. Red John wanted Patrick Jane. It was a twisted little game that would bring the other killer down, but who was he to judge? As long as he got what he wanted in the end, he could care less about what happened to the capricious consultant.

His finger stopped on a slightly blurry picture of senior agent Teresa Lisbon. She was a pretty little thing-dangerous. He felt the familiar warm stirrings in his groin as he studied her picture. He would break her before this was over. She would come to him of her own accord at the end and he would fuck her fast and hard before shattering her completely. He smiled briefly as his pants bulged at the thought of what his future plans would entail. She was his.