A/N: Here is the second chapter I promised you. Sorry it's another short one, but its an important look at Jane's perspective of the nights events. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Sorry still not mine, I just really, really wish they were.

The sound of shattering glass from the rooms above us startled both of us, like a couple of school kids caught kissing behind the bleachers, but the shock only lasted a few moments, and suddenly we were flying across the room to the stairs.

Teresa froze at the bottom of the stairs, I could tell by the look on her face that she had heard something.

Slowly a look of painful resignation fell upon her features.

"Get Crystal," She told me her voice dangerously still.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, but my mind was racing. Teresa was going to check outside for the sound, where Red John probably was waiting, but Crystal was upstairs and he could still be up there with her.

Red Johns perfect game never ended, two choices and either way I was going to loose at least one of them, if not both.

Every beautiful part of Teresa's face shut down piece by piece as she looked up at me

"Call for back up first," I begged her pushing my phone into her hands. "Please Teresa be careful."

She smiled and nodded, but I knew she was doing it for me, not because she believed it.

I forced my self up the stairs as fast as I could, not looking back for fear of changing my mind. I reached Teresa's room in seconds, and was met face to face with a terrified little girl and nothing else.

"Crystal! Sweet heart where is he?"

She was trembling, and her bright eyes were huge. She murmured something inaudible her eyes still starring fearful out the window.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, "You've been so brave sweet heart, but listen to me, I need you to be strong for just a few more minuets okay. Where is he?"

"I … I don't know. Gone." Crystal said stumbling over her words. "But…but he said to tell you, that you lose Patrick."

Whatever I might have said was choked out when I heard her scream. It was a muffled sound but I heard it just the same and it cut like a knife to my heart.

I moved her to the bed instantly and ordered her to stay, before turning and flying back down the stairs.

I already knew I was too late, even when I reached the foot of the stairs but I didn't stop until I was out in the street. The chill of the night had set in and the only light was coming from street lamps that cast dim glows over the road.

I stood in the silence, my eyes glazed over watching the empty street. At some point sirens echoed in the night as they raced toward us, but they were too late, just as I was. Teresa was already gone, and Red John had her, and just like my wife and daughter, just like Bosco and his team, it was my fault. She was gone and it was my fault, but I would get her back!

The rest of the night is a blur of questions, cops, and faces.

Grace made tea, and I was to far gone to even taste it.

Crystal fell asleep in my lap in the early hours of the morning, she was terrified to leave my side, and I was too useless for it to matter. I could feel the haze of shock covering me, but there was nothing that I could do to lift it.

Cho, Rigsby, and Grace all had turned a ghostly white when they realized what had happened.

Red John was our case, they knew better than anyone what he was capable of, and he had Teresa, and what did we have … nothing. We had nothing, and everyone of those nameless faces in uniforms, and suits knew it, but it was us the four of us, that knew what would happen if we didn't find her and fast.

No one slept that night, especially not me. I watched people rush around. Some were shouting orders while others were hurrying to for fill them.

It was sometime in the early hours of the morning that Carlson finally appeared along with several other suits. Her eyes scanned the room before finally resting on me. She spoke quietly to the men on either side of her before coming to my side.

"Patrick," her voice was softer than I ever remember hearing it.

I slowly brought my eyes up to meet hers through the cloud of grief overwhelming me.

"Patrick you did the right thing, going to Crystal." She told me.

Others had told me the same, but it didn't matter. I saved one and lost the other. Red John had still won. I had still lost her, and myself. I knew that whatever happened to me was irrelevant. If we didn't find Teresa I was going to die with her.

Carlson's small hand on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts and back to the present.

"Patrick listen to me you did the right thing, but now you need to get up and help us find Lisbon. We need you if we are going to find her in time."

It took several long moments before I understood what she was saying.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

She smiled and the stiffness in her shoulders lessened slightly, "come on I'll show you."