Okay so this chapter is pretty sort, because I have limited internet availability until Sunday. But as always please review I love to hear what you have to say. This chapter will be from Van Pelts POV, and as always I own nothing.
Three years, I thought to myself, looking at the empty couch. Six months earlier we had received a newspaper report in the mail, which we had decided to frame and place in Jane's spot on the couch.
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The title read, we all laughed when it showed up, 'Stopping bad guys while on the run.' Rigsby had joked.
'I bet Boss was furious with him.' I had laughed.
The phone ringing broke me out of my trance. A minute later Roger was calling for Cho. "Boss we got a case." I started reaching for my things "Grace you might want to grab that phone of yours." Roger frowned.
"Excuse me." I stopped, looking from him to the locked drawer.
"The victim is a travel agent found under a red smiley face." Roger explained.
"How long have you known?" I asked digging the key out of my purse.
"About a year, maybe longer, but it wasn't my place and it's not like your doing anything against the law." He smiled, "Don't worry I'm not going to tell." Roger was starting to grow on me I thought, sticking the phone in my pocket and following Cho and Rigsby to the elevator. "So was it really him in the newspaper article?"
"Yeah." I had to smile.
"That was pretty brave of him." Roger stated.
"Or stupid." I laughed, "It was always hard to tell with him."
When we arrived at the crime scene the press had already beat us there. Ever since he was credited with kidnapping Jane and Lisbon the press was all over anything to do with Red John. Sometimes I think that's what Jane had planned, so he could always know what was going on with the case.
"How long until we get a message?" Cho asked examining the press.
"Ten minutes." Rigsby guessed.
"That's to long." Cho shook his head.
"Ten dollars we get a message in ten minutes." Rigsby bet.
"You two are so inappropriate." I sighed looking at the poor women on the floor of her own office.
"Ten dollars it is." Cho agreed.
"Guys look at this." Roger called from the victim's desk. "This is the newspaper article sitting on the couch back at the office."
"This means he knows they're in the United States." Rigsby frowned.
Is she really a travel agent? The phone vibrated in my pocket.
Yes, and she has your newspaper article on her desk. I responded while watching Rigsby pull ten dollars from his wallet.
What do you know?
We just got to the crime scene we don't know anything yet. I answered sticking the phone back in my pocket.
Find out who his last client was. The phone vibrated.
Despite whatever you believe we do know how to do our job and we are capable of following up leads without your help. I don't know why I snapped at him it was unprofessional. I got even more concerned when he didn't send some sarcastic response.