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"What's this about?" Rigsby yawned as he dragged his feet into the bullpen. "It's one in the morning." He looked around. "And where's the boss?"

"She's missing," Grace told him, panicking. "We think Red John took her."

Rigsby's eyes widened.

Jane, who was pacing frantically, stopped. "We don't think. We know." He started pacing again.

"What's going on?" Rigsby asked. "I don't understand."

"Cho was on the phone with Lisbon, and he heard a bunch of noises, and Lisbon's yell," Charlotte chimed in.

"We went to Lisbon's apartment," Cho said. "She wasn't there. But her car was."

"Has Red John left any clues as to where he is?" Grace asked.

"No!" Jane exclaimed, frustrated. "That's what I don't understand! By now, he'd normally be taunting us. Leaving a small yet distinctive trail that leads to nowhere. A trap. He hasn't done that."

"She's alive," Charlotte said simply.

Everyone turned their heads to look at her, incredulous.

"Excuse me?" Jane snapped.

"She's alive," she repeated.

"How do you know that, Charlotte?"

"Red John wouldn't kill her unless he had a reason."

Jane sighed heavily. "He does. He wants to hurt me!"

She shook her head. "He'd play with you first. Dangle her right in your face. I wouldn't be surprised if he lured you to where they are, and killed her right in front of you."

Jane's nostrils flared. "Don't. Say. That."

Charlotte was taken aback. "Say what?"

"If he were to 'lure' me, he wouldn't kill her. I wouldn't let that happen, not if I were there."

"I'm not saying that's what would happen!" Charlotte defended. "I'm just saying that it's probably his plan."

"She has a point, Jane," Cho piped in.

Van Pelt and Rigsby nodded in agreement.

"Great. So the thirteen-year-old is right. Bravo," he sneered sarcastically. "That isn't the point! In the meantime, Lisbon is with Red John. Are you listening to me? Do any of you understand what that means? Do any of you know what it's like to be held hostage by a psycho? Any of you?" Clearly, it was meant as a rhetorical question.

"Actually, yes," Rigsby argued.

Everyone turned and glanced at Charlotte, who was staring at her father.

That's right, Jane thought spitefully.

"She doesn't remember it," he whispered.

"Bits and pieces are coming back to me."

Everyone flinched, surprised.

"What?" Jane demanded.

"I'm starting to remember," Charlotte told everyone. "Not a lot. Just tiny details."

"Like what?"

"Like... I was in the dark for a while. And it smelled like wood.""That's it?"

Charlotte nodded, shrugging. "Sorry."

"It's okay, sweetie," Grace comforted her. "It's a start."

Charlotte looked straight at Jane. "You need to relax. Quit arguing with everyone! It's not going to help us find Lisbon any faster. If anything, it'll slow us down."

"She's right, man," Rigsby put in.

"We need a plan," Grace offered.

Jane nodded. "I know," he said in response to both Grace and Charlotte.

After a moment of silence and deliberating, Rigsby spoke everyone's mind. "What the hell do we do?"

"We wait," Charlotte said.

Everyone turned to her, incredulous for the umpteenth time tonight.

"What?" Cho asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Is anyone listening tonight? We wait! Sooner or later, Red John will give us something to work with."

"There's no waiting with Red John." Jane tried to keep his voice calm. "He has Lisbon, Charlotte. We can't take risks. We can't wait. We need to act now."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Anything is better than waiting."

"If we do anything now, he might catch on. He'll kill her if we get too close."

"Jane, listen to her. I think she may be right," Rigsby insisted.

Patrick took a deep, frustrated breath. "What do you propose we do, Rigsby? Kick back, relax, wait around while Red John is off somewhere with our boss, probably torturing her!" He shook his head. "Waiting around," he scoffed. "Not happening."

"If you'd calm down for about two seconds and listen to what your daughter has to say, you might actually see that she isn't as naïve as you think," Grace snapped.

"Everyone stop arguing!" Charlotte shouted, causing all attention to be turned to her. When everyone was quiet, she looked at her father. "Patrick. Please, just listen to me," she begged quietly. "I want her back as much as you do. That isn't going to happen if you don't listen to anyone but yourself."

Jane looked around at everyone's stressed faces, looking just as worried as he felt. Their eyes were silently pleading him to calm down, to think rationally. His daughter's eyes showed a million emotions. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Et cetera.

"Okay." He tried to smile at Charlotte. "We wait."

He climbed into the driver's seat of his light blue Citroen, watching his daughter put her seatbelt on, but he didn't even bother to put his on. He didn't start the car. He didn't make any moves to put the key into the ignition. He just sat there, staring out the window.

"Are you okay?" Charlotte asked quietly.

"Not really," he answered honestly.

She nodded, understanding. "We'll find her."

"It's Red John. What if we don't?"

"You found me," she pointed out.

"He practically hand-delivered you to me."

"Still. You got me back. Doesn't that say something?"

He smiled at her. "It certainly does."

"I'm just surprised he kept me alive."

"Don't say that."

"I'm just saying."

"Look," he said, changing the subject. "I'm sorry for the way I acted back there. I tend to get a bit... crazy when it comes to Red John."

She laughed once. "I can kind of tell."

He chuckled, finally putting the key into the ignition and starting the car. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he sighed. They didn't speak. Jane thought about Lisbon, hoping and praying that she was alright, and he assumed his daughter was doing the same thing.

All of a sudden, she spoke up. "Take this next exit."

He looked at her, startled. "Why?"

"Just do it," she instructed urgently.

"Tell me why, Charlotte."

"Do it now! You're going to miss it!"

Hesitating, he did as she said and looked at her again, eyes wide. "What the hell?"

"You know how I told you my memory is starting to come back to me, piece by piece?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I know where Lisbon is."

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