When Jane entered the diner, where he and Lisbon sometimes had breakfast, he spotted Sherman sitting at a table with an uneaten Chocolate Bavarian Cream Pie. Once he saw the spy, the anger that Jane had suppressed towards the man over the events of that day came to a near boil.
"You promised that you were going to find Lorelei." Jane started as he sat down across from Sherman.
"Red John hid her very well, we tracked her going through the Federal Correctional Institution in Dublin, the Metropolitan Correctional Center in San Diego, the Metropolitan Detention Center in LA, not to mention all three state women's facilities. She's been to each multiple times, and each time under a different name. We were just getting close to finding her when this happened."
"She nearly killed Lisbon and our unborn child." Jane said angrily.
"I'm sorry about that Jane, I truly am. If I could change things I would." Sherman replied with what Jane assumed was genuine sorrow.
"What else happened?" Sherman asked after a few seconds. The spy may not have had the years of experience reading people like Jane had, but he was capable of reading people when he needed to, it was a requirement to make it as long as he has as a spy.
"Lorelei said something when we were interrogating her?"
"What was it?" Sherman asked with interest, which told Jane that if what Lorelei said was true, then what ever Red John had planed to do was kept from even his disciples, since his son had pretended to be a disciple.
"Lorelei said that she and I have a child together."
Sherman let out a soft chuckle. "That was a lie, we found no record that any of the aliaes that Lorelei used had been pregnant, let alone gave birth, In fact there was no record that she had ever visited a hospital ward. Red John probably planted that in her head to mess with you."
A silence fell over them as Sherman glanced out the window and let out a sigh. "So have you told her?"
"Told who what?" Jane replied trying to feign ignorance about what Sherman was talking about.
"Lisbon." Sherman started before turning his attention back to Jane. "Have you told Lisbon what really happened the night Red John died."
(Seven Months earlier)
The black Chevrolet Suburban pulled into the drive way of a boarded up American Foursquare style house, located in a small town that was nearly extinct somewhere north of Sacramento.
Like all the other houses on the block the house had every window boarded up, including the small windows on the door of the attached garage, the only thing that set the house they were sitting in front of apart from the rest was that there was a source of light coming through the gaps in the boards in a room on the second floor.
"Why are we here?" Jane asked even though he already knew, but he couldn't let on otherwise it would ruin the plan, as he watched the two men sitting in the front seats get out.
The door opened and the strong arm that belonged to the man Jane knew simple as Robin Hood, or as he was going by right now, FBI Special Agent Franklin Littleton, grabbed his bicep and nearly yanked him from the SUV.
"Watch it will you." Jane looked at the so called FBI agent and knew he was just playing a part, they both were playing a part.
Agent Littleton was holding tightly onto Jane's upper arm as he led Jane around the front of the FBI issued vehicle.
The other agent, whose name was supposed to be Brent Tyler, knocked on the front door in what appeared to be some type of code.
A young man with glasses answered. The young man looked to be a college student, and looked familiar to Jane but he couldn't place him, and was no doubt another disciple of Red John's.
"Ah, I see you were able to get him." The young man said to the two fake FBI agents before turning to look at Jane. "The master will be very happy to see you Mister Jane."
"Don't fear Mister Jane, this is just for the masters protection." The young man said as he searched Jane for any weapons or any listening devices. Jane found the search irritating since Agent Littleton had searched him before putting him in the SUV. The young man's search was more thorough than the one Agent Littleton gave, which was why Jane was happy that Agent Littleton was wearing the listening device. The two so called FBI agents weren't searched.
Agent Tyler then started for the stairs and with a shove from behind by Agent Littleton, Jane started to follow. As they headed up the stairs Agent Little switched from holding onto Jane's right bicep to holding onto his left.
Jane knew he had nothing to fear, Lisbon and the team should be arriving any second and would come save him when the code phase was given.
At the top of the stairs they made a left turn and walked down a short hallway to the room which the light was coming from. Jane felt his heart rate quicken the closer they got to the room because he knew Red John, the man he had spent the last ten years trying to find, was behind the door.
Agent Tyler rapped on the door, again in what seemed to be some short of code.
Someone on the other side, possibly Red John himself, told them to enter. The three men then entered the room, Agent Littleton having to force Jane into the room so it looked like Jane hadn't wanted to enter.
"Hello there Patrick." Jane had been expecting the gentle voice that had haunted him since the day he had been saved from those college students who had been using Red John to make a movie, instead he heard a kind of deep voice that he swore he had heard before.
What had once been a master bedroom had been converted into a large office. One that you would picture any villain having, the dim lighting helping to add to the effect.
When Jane's gaze caught on the man standing behind the desk, his blood started to run cold. He was staring at the face of United States Senator Herbert Jacobs, who had a great big smile.
Senator Jacobs wife had been a client of Jane's until she died over ten years ago. The Senator himself had only used Jane's services once and that was after his wife's death. Jane's blood then started to boil as he remembered how the Senator had sent him flowers and condolences after his family had been killed.
"You!" Jane shouted as he took a step forward but was stopped by a forceful yank by Agent Littleton.
"I'd be careful if I were you Patrick, I'd hate for my two friends you have to shoot you." The Senator looked from Agent Tyler, who was now standing away from Jane and Agent Littleton closer to the bookshelf that lined one wall, to Agent Littleton.
"It's okay Agent Littleton, you can let go of our guest. I don't think he will try to come near me."
Agent Littleton gave the Senator a look that said 'are you crazy' but Jane knew that the other man didn't mean it.
"Why do you think that I won't harm you?" Jane retorted angrily.
"Because then you won't know why I killed your wife and daughter?"
"I know why, because I made fun of you on TV."
"Oh that wasn't the reason, what you said on TV gave me the pretext to kill them. However your wife and daughter were going to die whether you had gone on TV or not."
"What." Jane started to crack when he heard that his wife and child were doomed to have been killed for a reason other then what he said on that talk show ten years before, and his voice showed it.
"You were indeed a dirty money-grubbing fraud, I figured that out after my last visit with you." The memory of his last visit with the Senator came back to Jane, the Senator had wanted to connect with his recently deceased wife, everything had gone okay or so Jane had thought.
"You don't get what went wrong during that visit do you Patrick?" It was more of a statement then a question. "Well let me enlighten you then. I had asked you if my wife forgave me for what I had done." Jane closed his eyes as he remembered what his response was, then he wondered if Lisbon and the team had arrived and were listening. "You said that she forgave me for what I did the day before her death, but I didn't do anything the day before her death. No I was asking if she forgave me for something I had done, which then had been twenty years ago."
Jane felt Agent Littleton tense up as the Senator's mentioned that something had happen, what would now be thirty-one years ago.
"After I left you're your home in Malibu, I decided that you had to pay for lying. So I decided that I would kill your wife and child, but I couldn't do it so soon after my visit, so I waited for the perfect moment. It was just my luck that you were asked to consult on my killings, I knew that you would end up making some bold statement about me, I just didn't think you would do it on National Television, though should I have expected anything less from 'The Boy Wonder'".
"So you are Red John?" Jane asked, saying the code phase that would be sending Lisbon and the team into the house, Agent Littleton released his grip on Jane.
"Yes, Patrick. I am Red John." A smile ran across the serial killers face. "I know you are surprised, hell it would surprise a lot of people, I mean who would suspect that a United States Senator of being a serial killer."
Jane had more questions for Red John, like why he hadn't tried to go after Lisbon and the team, why he made Kristina think she was dead, why he had framed Hightower as one of his disciples, why he had killed Wainwright; but something told him he didn't want to know those answers. As he just learned, something's were better left not knowing.
Agent Littleton unholstered his gun, and with one hand raised it towards Agent Tyler. Just as he was pulling the trigger, a loud crash emanated from the front door which covered the gunshot, signaled that Lisbon and the team were entering.
The body of Agent Tyler fell back against the bookcase and then slumped to the floor.
"Here Jane." Agent Littleton said quickly as he pressed his weapon into Jane's hands, there were muffled shouts and footsteps on the floor below.
A look of horror passed over Red John's face as he watched Jane raise the gun, before he fired three shots to the serial killers chest.
"Jane!" Lisbon called out, worry laced her voice, from the stairs.
Agent Littleton pulled the gun from Jane's hands, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and ran it over the grip of the gun.
"Jane!" Came Lisbon's voice, closer to the top of the stairs.
The fake FBI Agent then wrapped his right hand back around the grip, to make sure his prints were on it, as he walked over to the dying serial killer. He then pulled opened the top desk draw using the handkerchief before using it to grab a Walther PPK out of his pocket and placing it in the open draw to make it look like Red John had about to reach for the weapon. The Handkerchief was then stuffed into the pocket.
Lisbon's voice calling for Jane again, cut through the silence as Agent Littleton stood over the dying serial killer.
"Son, help me." Red John cooked, only loud enough for the man standing over him to hear.
"I am not your son. I had a father, and you weren't him." Agent Littleton replied quietly so Jane wouldn't hear.
The serial killer took one last deep breath, as the light in his eyes disappeared. A second later Agent Cho entered the room followed by Agent Lisbon.
When Lisbon saw Jane standing there, unharmed, a look of relief passed over her face.
"No I haven't." Jane replied.
"Why not?" Sherman asked.
"Did you tell your wife about what you did on your missions?"
"That's different." Sherman looked away from Jane. "My wife and I both knew that we were capable of killing someone, knew that when we walked back though the door at night that one of us may have killed someone. It was part of our job, we both knew and understood that." Sherman looked back to Jane with a serious look. "Killing is not part of your job Jane, and even though Lisbon knows that you are capable of killing somebody, she doesn't expect you to kill anyone; in fact she probably hopes that you never have the chance to kill anyone again."
A waitress came up to the table to see if there was anything Jane wanted and to see if Sherman needed anything else. Both men declined and resumed their conversation once the waitress walked off.
"I'm not telling you that you have to tell her, I'm suggesting that you should tell her." Sherman started. "Because the truth will always come out, trust me, and it's better for her to hear it from you then finding out on her own."
The two men were quiet for a few minutes. Jane then noticed that the other man was reaching for something on the bench next to him and momentarily thought that the spy was reaching for a gun to kill him, but then noticed how absurd the thought was because why would the spy ask him to come and sit down just to kill him.
Jane then watched as Sherman lifted up a thick folder.
"What's this?" Jane asked, noticing that the CIA logo was on the folder, as Sherman placed the folder on the table.
"Your Pandora's box Jane." Sherman replied in a stoic tone could rival Cho's. "Open it if you dare."
Sherman then slid out of the booth, he then glanced down at Jane. "You can have the pie, I only ordered it because it was my wife's favorite." Sherman then turned and left the diner.
Jane watched Sherman leave as he tried to make sense of what the spy had said. He then glanced down at the pie. There was no way he was going to take a bite of the pie that the spy said he could have, no matter how helpful the spy had been, because for all Jane knew there could be some type of poison in the pie.
Some people would say that Jane was over thinking things, but if a spy had just given you a folder from the CIA and then told you that you could have a pie that he didn't touch, what would you think. Sure it could have been the favorite of the spy's late wife, like he said, but Jane hadn't survived years of chasing Red John just to be taken out by the psychopath's spy of a son.
The file with the CIA's logo embroiled on it, then caught Jane's attention. The blond consultant wondered how the folder could be his Pandora's box.
A glance at his watch told Jane that he should head back home, while it was still home because once he told Lisbon what really happened the night Red John died there was chance that Lisbon's apartment wouldn't be home anymore.
Well it's time to face the music. Jane said to himself as he scooped up the file and headed for the exit.
A/N - The next chapter will be almost as short. Well now you know what happen the night Red John died. So Jane's wife and daughter weren't killed solely because of what he said on the Talk Show about Red John, how many saw that coming. And what is in that folder that Sherman gave Jane.
Next Chapter - What happens when Jane tell Lisbon the truth about the night Red John died.