Cold Blooded

by Steven Dalton

Do you like games Patrick? Well so do I, and this time I'll even give you a sporting chance by making the first move. Your Director has been kidnapped, but as much as you wish I was the culprit you know it isn't so. We have a mutual enemy now, one that will require all your friends' skills to catch. The rules are simple, either you find her first or I do. Tick... Tock...- RJ

13. Part 12

As the bullpen cleared of any activity, Patrick Jane let out a low pitched whistle and then turned toward the attic where he normally went to meditate and said, "You can come out now they're all gone." The balding archivist slowly walked down the stairs and then muttered, "You've got a lot of guts, Jane."

"Just make the call," he told him passing the phone to the mole. The older man did so, pressing the phone to his ear and then muttering, "We're ready to go." After a quick reply, Connor nodded vigorously and stated, "On our way."

Hanging up the phone, he passed it back to Jane who mumbled, "Let's go before anyone thinks to look down here."

Pressing for the elevator he placed a hand on Connor's back and patted him softly before turning about and saying, "You're not carrying a firearm are you...?" "That would be difficult since I've been in customs for the past hour," Connor said blandly as they reached the main lobby, thankfully it was empty.

"Do you know how to Hotwire a car?" the mole asked in surprise as they moved across the parking lot. "You'd be surprised, I know a lot of things," the CBI consultant said as he picked out a vehicle and climbed into the driver's seat. Reaching into his pocket, Jane took out a paper clip and a long thin piece of string hastily tying it together to which Connor muttered, "If this doesn't work."

"Apply the right amount of force and any door will open," Patrick said calmly as he stuck it into the SUV's ignition and turned it sharply. As the car came to life, Connor remarked, "It's no wonder Stiles is so fascinated by you."

"He talks about me a lot huh?" Jane said hoping that by keeping the conversation going he could derive some information from the mole. "How did you know that you needed to free me to get to Salvador? You could tell I was lying?" Connor asked changing the conversation as they rode out of the CBI parking lot, Jane smiling pleasantly to the oblivious guard on duty.

"That and the clue Red John left. It wasn't a move like I told Haffner, it was the first initial of your name followed by the number 5," the former psychic responded. "And what did that mean?" Connor wondered. "What time that Zoey would be at CBI, but... Sadly I didn't recognize that until it was too late," Jane admitted as he glanced at the clock and then asked, "So where are we heading to?"

"Washington State Park. You do realize they'll be following us?" Connor asked nervously an adding, "Salvador will anticipate a move like that." "I'm counting on them following me," Jane confirmed gesturing to his back and adding, "I put a tracker on you that Zoey can find when we meet her. But rest assured, they'll still be able to find us." "And you're telling me this why?" Connor wondered to which the former psychic responded, "Sometimes the truth is what no one want to believe."