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Jane was still feeling numb from processing the horrible truth.
He's here.
He took his Lisbon away from him. He was the one causing all this misery. He was the one who was causing Lisbon pain. What if he did something to her...tortured her?
He suddenly forgot the fact that he was supposed to be courteous with Marcus Pike. He never felt more hatred towards anyone this way except for Red John. He wasn't going to spare him, not at all. He won't listen if Teresa protested, even if she begged, which is something she would most likely do. He was going to kill him; kill him slowly and painfully for all the trouble he caused.
Despite his vengeful vows, he couldn't process the impossible incident.
He's here.
He works for Red John.
Why now? Why wait for so many years and then hatch a plan? Why didn't Pike just confront me? Why didn't he just kill me? What does he really want?
And then it hit him.
He doesn't want to kill me.
He wants Lisbon.
And he wants me to suffer as much as he wants Lisbon to suffer.
So Red John tracked Pike down, because he would very gladly do what he was ordered to do. Red John told him what he wanted to hear; they both would get to see Jane suffer and Pike would get Lisbon back.
Red John did a pretty good job in making him suffer.
If either of those bastards laid a hand on Lisbon, they won't make it through the day.
He pondered over this very carefully as Cho and the doctor argued outside the cabin.
"...told you, Agent, I told you!" she hissed. "That man isn't stable yet. His brain is still not functioning properly. He won't react well to shocks and blows; emotional or physical. You should not have shown him that tape. That man is not in a good condition now."
"Doctor Emma, I know the threats and risks. I know every one of them." Cho calmly said. "But you must understand. That man over there is an investigator for the Federal Bureau. Having found any information and not passing it over to him would be a violation of rules."
"I don't care, Agent." she argued. "That man's life is in danger now. I think I forgot to tell you one little detail. This time it was just plain shock. But the shock he overcame before, that was a minor stroke."
Cho's voice was very astonished. "A stroke?"
"That's right, a stroke." she said angrily. "That's the reason he couldn't respond to humane activity. Something shocked him to such an extent his brain couldn't take the overload; minor stroke. Two normal strokes and you're gone. But you should be really lucky it's minor stroke. A person can stay alive for four minor strokes. After that, gone. The shock he received just now almost happened to be a minor stroke."
"We'll be careful." Cho concluded.
She exhaled deeply. "I warned you, Agent." she sighed. "I really did try. If anything happens to him, his blood is not on my hands. It's on yours, the FBI's. I really tried to save the man, but apparently, work is valued more than life between the walls of your bureau." Jane heard sounds of heels clattering away as Dr. Emma left.
He had a stroke? He almost wanted to laugh, but taking the seriousness of the matter, he didn't. Cho then stepped into the room with a very sorry look on his face. His posture was more rigid than ever and he crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "You heard that." he stated.
"Yes, I did." he confirmed. "Every word, loud and clear."
"Tell me you'll get through this." Cho said; pulling a chair and sitting beside him on the bed.
"What do you think, Cho?" he mocked.
"You'll get through this." he replied.
Jane was going to say something but just then, Wylie rushed into the room with a horrified expression. "Cho, something's wrong." he said.
"What?" Cho asked suspiciously.
"Anonymous person or persons sent a file to the FBI database; an audio file. It's locked." he said as Jane's eyes widened. "That's not possible sir, because our database cannot be accessed by any other unit or bureau. Our database is locked and secured."
"Marcus Pike." Jane whispered. "He worked for the FBI once and we gave him the database encryption password. Even after I told Abbott no." he frowned. "Another reason why Red John took in Marcus Pike."
"We should go." said Cho. As Jane was getting up from bed, Cho pressed his hand against Jane's shoulder. "You're staying here." he ordered. "You're not thinking anything straight and you're sick."
"Cho, she's my wife." he croaked painfully. "How do you expect me to think straight and sit here knowing that she is taken by a man I thought I killed seven years ago and a man I took her away from five years ago?"
Cho's expression was apologetic. "You're right." he decided. "She's your wife and you love her. You have a right to know about everything going on."
Wylie came forward and patted Jane's shoulder. "That's right." he said.
"Thanks guys." he said. "Come on, we have to move fast."
They both rushed to the parking lot of the hospital. Wylie grabbed the car keys and the trio got into the car. They set out for the HQ. It was raining heavily. Jane checked his watch. The dial read 5:00 am. The sun was just barely up. The rest of the sky was a dark navy blue color, but the horizons were tinted a rosy flaming color; crimson, red, orange and pink mixed in and painted across the eastern horizon. The stars were still twinkling bright in the darker parts of the sky. It looked so beautiful; an array of spray painted colors.
They reached the FBI parking lot in no time. They hastily parked the car and slammed the door on their way to the bullpen. Everybody was waiting for them; and Grace was trying to crack the encryption code of the file.
"Grace." he called. Everyone looked up from their work, startled to see him come at all. "For the password, try Teresa Lisbon Jane, Roy Tagliaferro, Marcus Pike, Thomas McAllister and Red John."
"Why do you think one of them is the password?" she asked; eyes wide in surprise.
"I guessed." he said like that was obvious.
Grace gave him a questioning look but thought better of it. She tried in the passwords he suggested and gasped loudly. "Teresa Lisbon Jane-that's the password!" she exclaimed.
Abbott and Fischer looked at him in awe. "I don't care what you say." said a dumbstruck Vega. "You're psychic."
"There's no such thing as psychics." He frowned. "Anyway, what's the file?"
Grace hit the play button and listened intently to the audio.
"Hello Patrick." said the dreadfully familiar voice. "I know you are listening to this tape right now. I also know you could correctly guess the password, very good. I'm impressed. I also know that you found out Teresa's old love is involved in our little game. I am giving you three minutes to ponder over what you are thinking right now. Then I'll continue."
He didn't know what to think about and he didn't care.
The others gasped and murmured anxiously around. The terrible stench of hatred and longing swam in the air. Jane even heard a sob or two. As for him, he didn't know what he felt.
He felt pure anger and hate boiling in his veins, wanting to snatch the speaker out of the audio and tear him apart. He felt fierce protectiveness towards his love; who was in there somewhere, waiting to be rescued. He felt waves of guilt yapping at him, letting him know it was his fault he left her alone in the first place.
The hate overpowered everything he felt. He was suddenly hungry for shedding blood of the men who took his life away from him, over and over again. He wanted to smash them into shattered cells and make them evaporate into the air. No matter what happens he will do that. He will bring Annie's mother home. He will keep his life with him forever.
The audio voice started to speak again; Roy Tagliaferro spoke. "You've had your time, Patrick. I know you want to kill me. But you don't need to, believe me."
There was silence for the next seconds, except for Jane's ragged breathing.
"Now," the voice spoke again. "For the fun part."
A/N: Okay, so I left you on a cliffhanger. Wanna know the mystery? Stay tuned and please bear with me. It's my first fanfic! It is messed up I know. Please leave reviews. It really does mean a lot. I'll update the story soon. Love you amazing people!