When Allies Become Enemies
Kimball Cho couldn't believe what he was doing. He wasn't the kind of agent who did things based on his emotions. One thing he disliked about Rigsby and Van Pelt, most of the time they ended up running with their hearts, instead of going by protocol, which in the end tended to bite them in the ass. When it came to not showing any emotions at work, he was very good, he didn't have any. Cho made sure he barely smiled. Someone had to get really close to him to know what he was thinking or feeling. Everyone knew it, that's why even though he would never tell any of the members of his team out loud he cared for them dearly and would do anything for them. This was the reason he was leading a woman he barely knew, and shouldn't trust, into an interrogation room where he was going to hear her out. Maybe she would tell him her link to Patrick Jane because there was one and he needed to know what it could be.
"Let's say I believe you. Just why is it so important for him not to see you?" Cho asked her.
"Oh Kimball, I've done something horrible to Patrick. I took away the one thing I think he may have needed this whole time."
Abby didn't know much about Kimball Cho, but she knew there was something very fair and decent about him... and, she had been holding this all in for far too long. She could not help herself and just let her whirling emotions take over. Without thinking - Abby threw herself into Kimbell's arms! They felt so safe and warm, and he felt so very strong. She would think about all this later but now she sobbed uncontrollably for both herself and Patrick. Right now she just needed to be held.
*WTTP*
Teresa Lisbon sat looking at Patrick's mother. Apparently, the woman before her really was Patrick's mother. His mother - although he had told her his mother was dead. He had said his mother was dead and Teresa was sure he believed it. That was all he told her, his mother was dead. Yet here she sat, Imogene Jane. Alive and well. Wow! Just wow... Teresa needed to hear just how this could be.
"I can only imagine what you think of me." Imogene said as they sat across from each other in Jane's rehab suite.
"Words can't express what I'm thinking about you right now, Ms. Jane. Patrick has been lost and so alone for such a long time now. I have done my best to keep him afloat but it has never been enough. He needed something more. He needed you, but most of all he needed Charlotte. I mean, let's just stop pretending right now - that girl is Charlotte. She is Charlotte Jane, and she seems to be as lost as he is."
"Wow, my son really has pulled a number on you hasn't he? I mean, I thought he was out of this con game but he really has conned you. Teresa Lisbon, I think you are a little in love with my son. Isn't that true?" Imogene asked with a smirk.
"It's Agent Lisbon and it's none of your business. Tell me, as a mother, how can you sit here so calmly? I put out an APB on him. We have no idea where he is, or what could be going through his head right now. Don't you even care a small amount for your son?"
"You think it wasn't killing me not to be with him? He would call me every once in awhile to ask about his money. The things he has set in place in case he has to leave suddenly, or when he finally catches that bastard. He has set up trusts and other things. He wants to make sure that you and your team are taken care of because he loves you all very much. This team is the only family he believes he has."
"But you do see that's not the truth, Imogene. You've been here the whole time. His wife's family has been here as well. You didn't think maybe I needed to know these things. A woman is dead, Red John has taken another life. He tried to take your granddaughter's life tonight and it seems to me you could care less."
"All of this was Patrick's idea. You look at me and you judge me but all of this was entirely his brainchild. I didn't want to leave him, you honestly think that of me? He wanted it this way, he said Red John wanted to break him and so he had to be broken. He said Red John was too smart to fall for any pretense on his part. Patrick knew Red John would keep coming back if he thought that he hadn't succeeded with killing Charlotte. He would keep coming back until he did succeed and Patrick was desperate to keep her safe. That's what I was doing, I was keeping them both as safe as I could by doing exactly what my son asked of me. Can't you understand that?" she practically pleaded.
Now Teresa didn't know if she should be angry or not. She knew Jane and she knew what he was capable of, and all of these things Imogene was telling her were right up his alley. But - to pull off something like this. All of these lies, she didn't know who or what to believe. With all of these new revelations there was one more question she just had to ask.
"I've decided that I will feel about this... however Jane feels about it. You being alive is a real shock, so since we are already being shocked, I guess I should ask you one more question. Patrick's dad, where is he?"
Imogene Jane didn't think Teresa had noticed but even if 'Teresa' didn't, Agent Lisbon did, with just the mention of Patrick's dad, his mother's whole demeanor changed. Yes, it seems Agent Teresa Lisbon had definitely hit the nail squarely on the head with that question.
*WTTP*
Bret Stiles sat quietly in his office waiting. He knew Red John was coming, he had already gotten word of what had happened, and so, he knew with certainty he'd be coming. Stiles had to admit that in the beginning when he helped him it was for his son. Patrick was chasing shadows and barking up the wrong trees. If only Patrick would remember he truly wasn't the enemy, things would be okay but until that moment happened he would have to keep tabs on the monster himself. He had done it though, the monster had done it again. Red John had taken it on himself to go after her again, and well this time things were different. Stiles had gotten the printout from his doctor and now he knew he didn't have much time left anyway. Things were about to end.
"Bret, I... I'm glad you're, you're here." He stammered as he stumbled coming in.
"You've had a very busy night." Bret Stiles returned more calmly than he felt.
"I can't believe that bitch shot me. First I'm shocked to find out that she's still alive and then when I try to get her she shoots me. That bitch! I need you to help me get out of town."
"No. I think our arrangement will be coming to an end today." Bret Stiles said very matter-of-factly, indeed.
"Why is that?" Red John asked confused.
"Because today you took it on yourself to try and take my granddaughter from me again, and I think it's time the world is rid of filth like you."
Before he even had time to react Bret Stiles had taken out a gun and pulled the trigger.
