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Jane still had trouble coming to terms with the fact that Angela and Lisbon was the same person. If they ever got out of here alive what was he gonna call her, Angela? Teresa? Lisbon? Would she still wanna be his wife? Would they share the rest of their life together? Or move on? Go their separate ways? He wasn't sure Angela would have been able to withstand torture like this, but Lisbon certainly could, and that gave him a small speck of hope that this person sitting before him containing two such beautiful souls wasn't just a frightened mouse as Red John thought but a fierce tiger as well. A creature of his own making, the creature that would be his ruin.
Having been too wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed Red John moving over to stand next to Charlotte, so Red John announced his own presence by making a superficial cut on her arm, she cried out in pain, and both her parents yelled at him in return. "She's just a kid, leave her alone." "You son of a bitch I'm gonna kill you."
Another smile. "I can see why the two of you work so well together. You complement each other. You Mr. Jane, the softy, and you Ms. Angela? Teresa? You're the tough one. Isn't that just like women, taking charge, getting things done. Maybe I underestimated your pretty little wife here." He said while walking back, grabbing her jaw, lifting her face up and shaking her head from side to side a few times. He let go then walked back to the girl. "Now where was I?"
"You're not going to hurt her, you can't."
"Now why would you say that Mr. Jane?"
"You've watched her grow up, she's like a daughter to you." It hurt him to say the words, but if it could save her life he had to do it.
"Ha, unlike you I'm not ruled by my emotions, and that's why I'll be the one left standing in the end."
"If you've ever read her a single fairytale or watched a children's movie you'll know good always triumphs over evil in the end."
"That Mr. Jane is exactly why they call them fairytales in the first place, because they're not real. And who says I'm the bad guy here."
"You kill people!"
"Ahh, look it all comes down to a matter of perspective. And as far as I remember you once told an associate of mine that there's no right or wrong, there's only stuff that happens."
"I have proof you know." Jane continued.
"What are you talking about?" A hint of confusing was traceable in Red John's voice.
"Look at the way you cut her, and then look at the way you cut Lisbon. It's superficial vs. brutal." He had given up on what name he should use to refer to the woman he loved, and just chosen the one he'd grown accustomed to using these past ten years. It was a point to be argued later.
"Is that what you think? Well I'm just getting started. Don't worry, I can be brutal!"
Jane swallowed a lump. Red John raised the blade in front of the frightened teenager ready to attack his prey. But then Jane saw it, Red John's hand, there were the slightest of tremors, but it was there, and Jane knew he wasn't wrong. He might be able to hurt the girl, but kill her, not a chance.
He slashed her other arm, the wound was deeper this time, but Jane wasn't convinced. It was all for show, to prove Jane was wrong. She cried out.
Poor, pale Lisbon who increasingly had been slumping over quite a bit looked up and to everyone's surprise she stood up, chair still tied to her, (Red John hadn't bothered tying up their feet). And as if out of some silly movie she ran straight towards Red John, hitting him side on with the rather heavy chair, knocking him to the floor, but managed to keep herself upright albeit a bit wavering. Now why didn't he think of that? She kicked the knife out of his reach and continued to kick him until he couldn't get up and she herself collapsed out of exhaustion. The chair dragging her down with it. He was in shock, what the hell just happened? It must be right what they say about a mother's love for their children, it works as a kind of adrenaline when the offspring is in danger. A very useful protector instinct, it seems, making sure the genes survive and all that. Darwin's got a point, survival of the fittest were right he thought, and after the kickboxing match he'd just witnessed, no one would ever convince him otherwise.
He wondered for a short time where Red John's three little helpers had run of to, and why they hadn't come in with all that noise that had just transpired. He found he didn't care, he was just happy he didn't have to deal with them as well. He stood up as Lisbon had done, although slower and more careful, then he went over to Charlotte who was just staring at her mother and her attacker, obviously in shock. Then he knelt down, which wasn't easy with a chair tied behind your back. He only dignified Red John a glance to make sure he was out cold. Then he concentrated on what was important. "Lisbon?" His voice was just above a soft whisper. "Lisbon, can you hear me?" No reaction. "Lisbon, please open your eyes." It took a little while, but she did it eventually. She smiled at his worried expression, then closed her eyes once again. He became a little frantic, he couldn't even use his hands to try and shake her awake again. He knew what he had to do, he needed to get this chair of right now. He stood up again and went over to Charlotte, looked her in the eye and said "We have to get out of here. First we have to get these robes off, I'm gonna go around behind you and we'll try to loosen each other's ties, okay sweetheart." She just nodded still looking at the people on the floor. He followed her gaze. "Don't mind him, your mom knocked him out pretty well." Then he did as he'd said. And once again cursed himself for not being an escape artist. In the end however, they still managed to break lose. He got her untied first. And then it was easier for her to untie the rest of his robes.
He tossed his phone to Charlotte, and told her to call 911, which she did as he focused on tending to Lisbon. He didn't know for how long the serial killer would be out so after he'd woken Lisbon he and Charlotte, supporting her on either side, helped each other getting her and themselves out of the room and made sure to block the entrance. There was no one waiting for them out in the hall. No surprise attacks, luckily. Jane still found it odd that Red John's henchmen seemed to have just vanished into thin air.
Not long passed before several police vehicles, an ambulance and a familiar CBI van appeared at the house. The team followed by SWAT was the firsts to enter the house. Relief was plastered on the teams faces as soon as they saw that Jane and Lisbon were relatively unharmed, and they were quick to get the medics to look over Lisbon and the girl, Jane too, but only after he was sure the others were well taken care of. After both SWAT, the team, and the regular police officers had swept the house top to bottom they came out empty handed. No minions, but also no Red John. Had it not been for the three witnesses, the blood and the out of place chairs, robes and duct tape, one might have thought that they'd never been there in the first place.
This had been a showdown of mighty proportions in the Red John vs. Patrick Jane book. It had changed everything. The whole game. And of course Red John had disappeared into the night yet again. Leaving behind no trace or clue as to how or why or where. It was always one big puzzle with him. He had once again left behind more questions than answers. But now they knew who he was at least, they'd seen the face of the man behind the mask. It wasn't much, but it was something to go on for now.