Okay so now Patrick is feeling guilty because a travel agent is dead, and this chapter is almost as short as the last one, I'm sorry about that by the way. So here is chapter 1, it's from Lisbon's POV please tell me what you think. As usual I own nothing.
"Patrick you need to calm down." I warned reaching for his hand. "It's not your fault."
"I told him to look for a travel agent and now a woman's…" He looked at the two young kids in their arms before finishing. "Gone."
"He would have killed someone again anyway." I tried, holding Alyssa close to me as we moved through the crowd.
"That doesn't comfort me." He frowned re-adjusting Gavin in his arms. "I should be able to stop him." He continued.
"What are you talking about now." I sighed, "No one has been able to find him, why should you be any different?"
"Because I have solved cases no one else can solve. Why can't I find him?" He vented.
"Yeah you don't think highly of yourself." I tried to lighten the mood.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed, "Gavin mommy is making things up."
"Oh don't go turning our son against me." I smiled, "Gavin daddy is a liar."
"Well now I know you're making things up, I've never lied a day in my life." He teased.
"Look at that Gavin he can't stop lying." I grinned as my son started cracking up, it was amazing how similar he and his father looked.
"Mommy, daddy wouldn't lie, cause lying is bad you told me lying was bad." Gavin responded, it was amazing how well he could talk he wasn't even two yet, but then again he really was just like his father.
"See I wouldn't lie, cause that would be bad." Jane smiled, mirroring his son's smile. I just had to roll my eyes.
"Your on my side aren't you Alyssa?" I asked the sleeping four month old.
"You should know by now, I'm always on your side." Patrick smiled, letting go of my hand and putting his arm around my waist. "And so is Gavin, right?"
"Right." Gavin nodded.
"I can't believe Van Pelt snapped at you like that." I laughed after a little while of walking in silence.
"I can." He smiled, "When she grew up she wanted to be just like you." He teased, "Snapping at me is one of your trade marks."
"Where are we going?" I groaned, as the crowd kept pushing in on us.
"Gavin said he wanted to ride a pony." He smiled.
"Yeah how many ponies are there in the mall?" I questioned, he just smiled and directed me through the crowd toward the very center of the mall. "A carousal?"
"What color pony do you want to ride?" He asked our son.
"The blue pony!" Gavin smiled, pointing to one near the center.
"Do you want to ride it with mommy or daddy?" Patrick smiled.
"Mommy," He returned Jane's smile, "But you have to ride the purple pony with baby Alyssa."
"I think we can manage that." Jane put Gavin down, "Now you stay right there for just a minute." He warned Gavin before lifting Alyssa out of my arms. "Hold mommy's hand." He instructed.
I couldn't help but watch Patrick as we rode around in circles. He was a good actor, but Red John had rattled him. He was trying really hard to move on and forget, but he was going to blame himself for the travel agent.
"Patrick, are you okay?" I asked over Gavin's giggling.
"I'm fine." He lied, it was horrible how convincing he could be, but his eyes were betraying him.
"They're good at their job they will catch him." I tried.
"I know." He nodded, staring at his sleeping daughter. I can't help but wonder if when he stares at Alyssa he see's Charlotte, "She looks just like her mother," He whispered, without looking up, this wasn't helping my thought process. "That beautiful brunette hair." He laughed
"How do you always know what I'm thinking you bastard!" I reached over and slapped his arm.
"Now Teresa there are children around." He continued laughing. "I can tell the difference between my daughters." He added on a more serious note.
"I never said you couldn't." I frowned suddenly feeling guilty for what I had been considering. As the ride stopped I helped Gavin off the horse and turned to my husband, "Patrick everything is going to work out."
"As far as I'm concerned it already has." He kissed the top of my head before wrapping his arm around my waist and steering us off the carousal. It was about an hour later when we were sitting down for lunch that the phone vibrated. I looked up from cutting Gavin's food to see Patrick's reaction.
"Brett Partridge." He stated, still staring at the screen, "The last customer was Brett Partridge.
"Who?" I asked, watching him slowly lift his head.
"The Irksome Ghoul." He smiled.
"The Red John expert?" I nodded, "So do you think it's him?"
"Nope." He shook his head.
"What are you going to tell them?" I wondered.
"Haven't a clue." He just shrugged, while playing with the phone in his hand.
