Red Silences

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Chapter Ten:

Nothing Lasts Forever

The mandatory therapy sessions demanded by the bureau after Red John had shot three, and killed two in front of him had helped to a certain extent, but after two sessions, the bureau had decided that Jane was perfectly fine and had allowed him to be signed off on.
Lisbon had known, that as Jane had handed him her form and had given her a simple smile that things weren't going to that simple; mental traumas such as being kidnapped, or torture or watching anyone die and not being able to do anything about it left a mark, a darkness upon the heart which could turn a man onto the path of evil, if he so desired.

Jane was a wild cannon, which literally scared her-especially after his suicidal attempt a few weeks ago, if the man was willing to run a blade through his own abdomen, it was obvious that the man wasn't healed from his run in with Red John and it was also extremely obvious that the man would do anything to get what he wanted.

Hightower had acted as if Jane would never become a danger to his self, but people did things they weren't supposed to and Lisbon thought that Hightower, out of everyone should know that better than most of the idiotic people who worked in the bureau.

"Agent Hightower?" Madeline Hightower stood in the doorway to Lisbon's office, papers in her hand. "Ma'am?"
"I'm sorry, Lisbon." Hightower explained, as she handed the bundle of papers to the senior agent. "I couldn't stop it." Lisbon doubted that, her eyes glancing down toward the papers, if Hightower had wanted to stop Patrick Jane from resigning…she would have, she could have done so, but she chose not to.
"Did he tell you why?"
"No."
"So, he just left?" Lisbon asked, as she didn't believe that at all-Jane wasn't one to leave her without saying goodbye.
"Yes."
Lisbon pulled out her cell phone from the drawer of her desk, and dialed Jane's number as she continued to ignore Hightower's stare.

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The shrill ringing of a phone broke the eerie red silence, red tinted water cascading down the broken windows lined up against the brick wall, the blood red curtains still; as a shoulder length haired blonde leaned back in a dark green leather chair, his hands placed together on the neatly organized mahogany desk with a dark and slightly crooked smile as his steel blue eyes pierced the black laptop before him.

"We will be together, my love."

The jaded, hallowed laugh filled the almost silence, as he moved to shove the phone off the desk, where it landed on the concrete floor, immediately silencing upon impact.