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A/N: Sorry, guys for the super long wait! Medical situations rendered me pretty useless over the summer. However, I am back and I hope it was worth the wait! Like always enjoy!
Dreams in Red -11
Jane had entered his house slowly closing the door behind him. Leaning against it, he scanned the area wood floors, stair case, rails on both sides. An image flashed in his mind he was moving something out of the way. A tricycle, pink, with white tassels hanging on the end of each handle bar, he slowly walked over to the spot his eyes roaming up at the top of the stairs. He placed his hands ceremoniously on the rails taking the steps cautiously stopping mid way as another memory slid into his mind. He was eager to see…someone his wife, and daughter he had to tell them something important. He resumed his task as he stood on the landing his eyes were glued on the door on the other side, his heart was pounding in his chest, his hands clammy, but he had to continue. Another memory invaded his mind a letter was taped on the door, it slipped away again. As he stood in front of the door he placed a hand on it. For a moment he just stood there not sure what to do he didn't want to open it yet a greater part of him told him he had to, taking a breath in and letting it out he placed a hand on the knob and opened it slowly.
The Mentalist
Teresa was fighting the panic that was going on inside her. As she swiftly made her way down the hall and into the bull pit she called her team together.
"I'm going to make this short and simple. Red John has sent these letters to Jane…she said holding the bundle of envelopes in her hand… "Jane is gone it isn't hard to put it together. We need to find Red John and fast."
"I'll check the security tapes." Grace said quickly plunking herself down in front of her computer
Teresa parted the stack of envelopes and handed them to Rigsby and Cho. "Read these letters and find what the heck Red John wants. Meanwhile I need to make a phone call to the FBI we will need all the back up we can get."
"On it." Cho said as he led Wayne toward the table.
Meanwhile, Jane stood ridged in his spot as he saw the red face dried on the wall. His memory kicking in reminding him that when he first saw it, it was fresh. He walked in almost dazed as he recalled the murdered bodies of his family.
"Welcome home Mr. Jane."
The blond snapped out of his trance as the door slammed shut behind him casting the room into darkness.
"Are you afraid of the dark?"
Jane didn't answer as his eyes adjusted to the darkness; he spun around to see the dark figure before him. He let out a yelp as something sharp grazed his cheek; he raised his hand to the injury he didn't need to look at it to know it was blood.
"I've waited along time for this Mr. Jane. I will make sure that your death is a slow painful one." the voice crooned evilly.
Back at the CBI, the building was swarming with personal. Cho scoffed, while Rigsby frowned. Both men not amused with Red Johns format.
"This guy is really something." Cho said flatly
"All he is doing is brain washing Jane no wonder he was getting paranoid." Wayne fumed as he threw down another letter on his finished pile.
Cho shook his head opening another letter after reading part of it he stood up. "Boss, I got something!"
Teresa hurried over to the agent. "What is it?"
"Listen to this. It says Dear, Mr. Jane Now do you trust me? Clearly you need support. So I'll tell you what. I assume you know how to drive, I will give you directions to you're house and their you will learn the truth. You do want the truth don't you? However, I can't do all the work you'll have to use your head and try to sneak away from those hypocrites. Do your part Mr. Jane and you will find what you seek. I'll see you in time. Red John."
Teresa eyes widened in terror. "He's at his house we need to move now!" She ordered as she led the way.
Moments later Teresa was swerving her SUV through the traffic hell bent on making sure she'd get to Jane in time. Ugh! She was so stupid she should have known that Red John would be on Jane's case. He wouldn't stop with just one letter he would keep at it and at it until he succeeded his task! Ugh! A naïve, rookie mistake. She'd just pray that every form of good luck would be on her side, if anything happened to him… no, she had to think positive.
Jane was thrown on the bed holding his side. Grimacing, he looked up at the advancing man this wasn't Red John he wouldn't do this it went against everything he did. The consultant saw the door was clear kicked the man square in the face making him scream, this was his window he scrambled off the bed opening the door he ran down the hall. The suspect was quick; he latched on to Jane wrapping an arm around his neck and around his waist.
"You're not going to live through this night Mr. Jane you can count on it." he threatened.
Jane struggled against his opponent the result was him being thrown down the stairs. He groaned as he landed hard on the floor.
"Mr. Jane, you are a real piece of work. It's people like you that make the world what it is. Vile, grungy, piece of trash and it's about time to dispose of you… he bent down cocking his head slightly as he glared at the consultant… "You make me sick!" he exclaimed clamping a hand down on the other man's throat.
Patrick fought against the pain he couldn't die. He needed to find Red John, if he had to die he'd prefer to die by the hand of his nemesis, not by some deranged wanna-be. The consultant reached up pulling the mask off the man's head and tossed him aside with all his strength. The suspect glowered at Jane as the other man blinked at him grasping the knife in his hand.
"You're that mail carrier. You wrote those letters and delivered them yourself the only way you could get into CBI without rousing anyone's suspicion."
"Bravo you figured it out… he raised his hands… "I surrender…he reached into his inside pocket… pulling out a sleek gun a silencer to boot… "Drop it, drop it now!"
Jane released the knife from his grasp raising his hands. "Think before you do it."
The mail man sneered his finger resting on the trigger.
Teresa's phone came to life. She quickly flicked it open putting it on speaker.
"Van Pelt what do you got?"
"I looked over the security footage and found one man who was constantly in contact with us or Jane. It was the mail carrier."
"Did you get an ID?"
"Yes, his name is Harvey Granger, he's been wanted for possession, and assault with a deadly weapon."
"Good work let's just hope he doesn't add murder to his charges."
"Good luck boss."
The agent clicked off her phone biting her lip. She screeched to a halt followed by others behind her she jumped out weapon in hand Cho and Rigsby beside her.
"Orders boss?" Rigsby asked.
"We need to surround the area guard all exits and.-"
Two loud pops interrupted the brunette. Her heart stopping this was dej vue all over again she gave the order to move in and as she ran toward the house she couldn't help but think 'Was she too late?"
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