A/N: An insane amount of time has passed since I updated last. I don't really have any excuses, but I'll go ahead and throw a few of my reasons for practically abandoning this story out there. Maybe you guys won't be so upset . . . So I totally understand if you guys go ahead to read this story and have no idea what's going on. I totally understand if you guys get to read this story and decide to drop it because it takes too much work to reread it or catch up.

I was touring colleges in Scotland and California and I've been in Indonesia for a month and I've had to do college stuff so I haven't really had a lot of time for writing things that I like to write. Honestly, I was ready to abandon this story- not because it has no potential, but because it's going to be a lot of work- but I got a review the other day and it reminded me of how much I liked writing this story, so I wrote another chapter, because I love you guys (and your reviews).

In other news . . . I changed my name from Usetace Brown to 1ncident. Sorry if there was/ is any confusion.

However, here is another chapter! Onward with Red Pieces!

Previously in Red Pieces: Jane's hand is splinted and he has just drugged Lisbon. We weren't sure why last chapter, but this chapter clears it up a bit. Not completely, but a bit.

Jisbon is on the way! It would seem that I have finally become okay with the idea that this story is going to get LONG. Like potentially really really long. I hope you guys stick with me.

Chapter 10

Patrick Jane couldn't deny that he felt guilty for drugging Theresa Lisbon. He also couldn't deny that even he was unable to anticipate a situation like the one he was in- honestly, drugging Lisbon was at the very bottom (okay, not the very bottom) of his list of things to do, it truly was a spur of the moment type thing. But the situation remained, poor Lisbon lay on the floor, unconscious, and her teacup laid cracked and its contents spilled on the counter, dripping down over the edge. Looking back, even Jane thought that his "I'm harmless and drugged up" act may have been a bit much, but if Lisbon had known that he wasn't drugged up, she never would have been able to fully relax.

The part of Jane that was admittedly less guilty feeling thought he deserved a medal. The amount of restraint it took to pretend to sleep while Lisbon was over there, "reading," as she put it. More like fawning over him- wait, was Lisbon, Theresa Lisbon, CBI Senior Agent, fawning over me? Jane couldn't wait to tease her about it. He would cherish the look on her face when she realized that he was awake, and moreover, aware that she was staring at him. Another pang of guilt shot through him as he realized that an opportunity to mock Lisbon could be a long time coming- it was unlikely that she would forgive him for this little stunt of his.

But lying there, looking harmless and vulnerable, Jane was unable to look at Lisbon without this tiny shred of a thought entering his mind- Was he sure that he was willing to give up Lisbon, the CBI, and the team for Red John? Was this another ploy of Red John's? To get him to willingly leave everything that has made him- dare he think it- happy, so that he might get vengeance? Jane shook the thought off; it was too late now, anyway. At the present, Jane had larger, more pressing problems to deal with. The size of the aforementioned problem? Perhaps about 5' 2" and 120 lbs, if he were being generous.

It quickly became apparent to Jane that for all of his mental acuity he obviously suffered bouts of a lack of foresight. One such occasion might have been ten minutes ago. Jane looked at his splinted hand and flexed his fingers; it resulted in a sad attempt at a fist. He looked down at Lisbon and wondered how in the hell he was going to maneuver her into a position that wasn't lying facedown on a tile floor in the middle of the kitchen. At first he tried to pick her up, but his left hand wasn't having any of that.

After a medley of attempts that involved pulling, pushing and grabbing Jane finally found a way to move her. He bent down so he was sitting on his knees and he slowly rolled Lisbon until she was lying on his lap. He then moved her so that the bulk of her weight was on his right shoulder. Grabbing her waist tightly with his right hand, he carried her like a sack of potatoes, he thought, to the couch that he had been sleeping on not 30 minutes ago. With Lisbon on the couch, the tea cleaned up, and all signs of his being there erased, Jane checked the time on his phone one final time before closing the door behind him.

Once outside, Jane stopped and flipped open his phone. He reread the text that was sent to him from an unknown number just before he left the hospital.

How's your hand, Patrick?

I heard you had a rough night.

The CBI is a bit dreary without you.

I'm sure we can find a way to spice it up, don't you?

Your Friend,

RJ

Jane jogged to the nearest main street and hailed a cab. He told the cabbie in a breathy voice, "I need to get to the California Bureau of Investigation now- there's a hundred dollar bill in it for you if we get there in less than 10 minutes."

Once he was in the car, Jane sent two texts.

One to Grace at the CBI

Grace-

Unsafe at CBI- get everyone out.

Will be there in 10.

Jane.

And one to the unknown number

Where are you, you coward?

I will find you.

Jane was surprised to get a text back almost immediately-

What's wrong, Patrick, not in the mood

for a game of Hide and Seek?

See you soon.

Yours,

RJ

"Gah!" Jane exclaimed as he slammed his hand against the seat in front of him. His hand began to throb again, but he made no note of it. As the cab lurched to a stop in traffic, Jane slapped money onto his seat and left the cab running. Only about 5 blocks from the CBI, Jane figured it was a two minute sprint.

At the CBI

Grace's phone pinged suddenly, and the front of her phone lit up with Jane's text to her.

"Huh, guys, did you get a text from Jane? I thought Lisbon took him to her place for the day." Cho and Rigsby both shrugged noncommittally. Grace opened up the text and gasped.

"Rigsby! Cho! Jane's text says that it's unsafe at the CBI and that we need to get out! We need to notify everyone at the CBI-"

Cho cut her off before she could finish, "Grace, don't listen to him. Lisbon told me earlier when I faxed her the paperwork that Jane was high as a kite and sleeping like a baby. If he just woke up, then he's probably still under the influence of drugs. " Cho gave her a slight knowing smile before returning to his latest novel. Rigsby smiled widely at Grace before looking at the clock- it was after 1pm.

"I'm starved, guys. Want to eat?"

Grace texted a quick reply to Jane.

Alright, Jane . . .

Meanwhile, back with Jane, on the street . . .

Jane was running as quickly as he could to the CBI, his hand was aching and his heart was pounding but he refused to let his stride slow. Rounding the last corner and arriving at the gates to the CBI, his phone pinged with a text from Grace and then began to ring. Jane answered the call without getting at chance to read the text.

"Red John! Where are you?" Jane spoke angrily into the phone, and was greeted by a monotonous voice.

"Patrick, so nice to see that you could join us here, at the CBI. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun and games, now would we? Where is dear Lisbon, by the way? Did you not tell her you were coming?"

Jane's heart froze at that comment. He had left Lisbon alone, unconscious, and unprotected in her apartment. What had he done?

"No," Jane responded coolly, "Lisbon doesn't know I'm here. Where are you? What do you want?" Jane was getting increasingly aggravated.

"Tick, tock, Patrick. You're running out of time. You should stop asking silly questions and start thinking about why you're here. "

Suddenly it all made sense. Red John led him away from Lisbon, he brought him to the CBI. Red John is playing a game, he wants to see if I can figure it out. Tick tock . . . what does that mean?

Jane dropped his phone onto the pavement. He ran past the CBI security booth. Tick tock, he thought, there must be a timer involved . . . he wants me here, standing outside the CBI, where everyone is . . . where the case files are . . . without Lisbon . . . he wants to spice something up . . .

Just as Jane pieced it together, a loud explosion rang out in the CBI building, and the halls were suddenly full of smoke and fire. Jane watched as the windows of the CBI became filled with flames. Everything turned red as another explosion sounded, this time at the entrance of the CBI. Jane was flung back onto the pavement, where he fell unconscious.

A/N:

Is Lisbon okay? Is Jane okay? How about the team? What is Red John doing? All this and more in the coming chapters . . .

So that's the end of chapter 10. I hope you guys liked it. All typos are mine and mine alone and I am very sorry for them. This chapter was a bit hard to write. But, on the bright side, now that I've written it, I can foresee the next few chapters- which should mean quicker updates. Feedback is very much appreciated. I wasn't sure how to format the texts . . . so I went with centered and italicized.