A/N - Sorry for the long wait. I've been really busy lately. I had also decided to change what my my character Major McCaffrey/Robin Hood did the night his wife did, it also caused me to tweak a thing our two about what he did and in his past, and I also took time to write that down so I could use it in the future while it was still fresh in my head. There was also a discrepancy in my notes of who Red John really was and what I actually posted. So if you have already read Chapter 16, Red John's age was really 58, not 62 as I had originally posted, also I was looking at a newer map of California's congressional seats, so it turned out that Red John would have been the Representative from the 18th and the 20th congressional seats not the 25th.
When Lisbon stepped off the elevator at CBI headquarters, having passed her psych eval the day before, it was for the first time since the day Lorelei was killed a week and a half earlier. She then headed down to her office which still had the blinds drawn just like she had left them the day Lorelei died.
Lisbon had spent of the majority of her time off spending time with Annie and Tommy, after her brother had helped his friend, she was trying to make up for all the times that they couldn't get together in the past. Even though she had fun spending time with her niece and brother, she did miss work. She also missed Jane, who she hadn't heard from nor seen at all in the week and a half, which worried her especially when he didn't show for the latest doctor's appointment. Her resolve not to call Jane had still been strong however, even though Annie had told her that she should call him.
As the week had progressed both Annie and Tommy noticed that Lisbon was slipping into a slightly morose mood. Tommy had become slightly worried for his younger sister and had offered to stay with her, but Lisbon declined saying that she would be in a better mood after they appointment with they psychologist and she was able to return to work. That was after she chastised him for entertaining the thought of allowing Annie fly home alone. Annie of course said her bit about how she was old enough to fly home alone. .
Before Lisbon opened her office door she looked across the bullpen and saw Jane laying on his couch. It was the first time that Lisbon had seen Jane since the night Lorelei had died, when he told her about the night Red John was killed and the truth about his sixth month plan. She then noticed that there was a folder across his chest which she hoped was related to some case. Her eyes then caught Rigsby and Van Pelt, both who were at their own desks, and she remembered that they had wanted to talk to her.
Lisbon let out a sigh, pushed opened the door to her office and entered.
Jane was resting on the couch in the bullpen, he hadn't gotten very little sleep since he read the file Sherman had giving him the night Lorelei had died though he would be lying if he said that it also had nothing to do with the fact he missed sleeping with Lisbon.
There was no reason for Jane to open his eyes to know that Lisbon had arrived, he had heard her footsteps as she approached her office. Based on the amount of time that had passed from when she stopped walking to when her door opened she had been standing there more likely watching him. It told him that even though she wouldn't admit it, Lisbon really did miss him.
Jane allowed a few minutes to pass before going to see Lisbon, he knew that she was probably still mad at him especially since he missed the latest doctors appointment. He hadn't meant to miss the appointment, once he had read what was in the folder he went into a near obsession mode like had had done with Red John and had lost all track of time.
When he did decided to go see Lisbon he made sure to take the folder with him, the less people who knew what was in the folder was better.
"What do you want Jane?" Lisbon asked in her obvious 'I'm not happy with you' tone.
"I wanted to see how you are doing." Jane replied placing the folder on the conference table. He hoped that Lisbon hadn't seen it because he knew she would ask him about it and he really didn't want to talk about it.
"I'm fine." Lisbon replied briskly.
"Your not fine, your still mad at me." Jane said calling Lisbon's bluff.
"Of course I'm still mad Jane." Lisbon started as she rose from her chair. "You told me that you had come up with a plan where you foresaw the chance you may have died."
"Lisbon I..."
"Save it Jane." Lisbon started as she made her way to Jane. "Do you know how that makes me feel, that you would have chosen death over having some type of future with me. It makes me feel like I never meant anything to you other than a pawn in your quest to get Red John."
"You were never a pawn Lisbon."
"It also makes me wonder if this future we have and our child really means anything to you." Lisbon said as she ran a hand over her stomach.
"Lisbon you know our child, our future means everything to me." Jane replied as he took a step towards Lisbon.
Lisbon regretted getting out of her chair as she felt her body ache for Jane's touch as he started to move towards her. It reminded her just how much she missed sleeping with Jane. She skirted around Jane and headed towards the door because she knew if the two got close it would lead to them possibly making out.
"Lisbon?" Jane was perplexed at Lisbon's abrupt change of course.
Lisbon stopped at the door with her hand on the handle ready to yank it open. She was fighting with her sex drive which was telling her to take Jane right here. The thought of her and Jane making love in her office was so surreal, sure she had had a fantasy or two over the years but that was different then actually doing it, it was totally unlike her and not to mention totally unprofessional. It also didn't help that all the blinds in the office were closed.
Screw it. Lisbon said to herself before locking the door. She then turned around and grabbed the lapels of Jane's suit, capturing their lips together.
Jane was surprised by Lisbon's actions because he knew that Lisbon had said that there would be no kissing in the office, except for that kiss when Lorelei showed up but that was to reassure Jane that she wouldn't put herself or their child in danger, but he quickly returned the kiss. He realized just how much he missed Lisbon's lips in the week and a half they were a part, it was a feeling that Lisbon also shared.
The kiss was heady and intense, no where near chaste, most of all it was passionate. Jane felt Lisbon slip his suit down his arms, tossing it off to the side, before he felt her hands on his chest and gently push him back towards the couch.
With in a matter of seconds Jane felt his legs hit the couch, causing him to break the kiss as he fell back onto the couch.
"Lisbon, I thought there was a no making love in the office rule." Jane said, chest heaving, as he watched Lisbon slip out of her suit jacket.
"There is." Lisbon started before she straddled Jane's thighs. "But you've made me sexually frustrated."
Lisbon then wrapped her left hand around Jane's neck and brought it forward so she could capture his lips again, once their lips met, she withdrew her hand from Jane's neck and dropped it to start unbuttoning Jane's vest.
Once Jane's vest was unbuttoned Lisbon's hands went to work on his shirt, the need for air caused them to break the kiss, just as Lisbon got Jane's shirt unbuttoned to his chest.
When Lisbon saw Jane's bare chest which except for her realistic dreams, she hadn't seen in a week and a half, she felt her heart swell. She didn't want to admit that more then a few times over the week in a half she thought that she may never see Jane's bare chest again.
"Lisbon not that I don't like the idea of making love in the office, but aren't you afraid of getting caught."
"Oh come on Jane, I know that you've wanted to make love in my office since we first started dating." Lisbon ran a hand down Jane's still clothed stomach. "But what you don't know is that I've fantasized about us making love on this couch since then as well." Lisbon added as she whispered in Jane's ear.
"You've had that fantasy since the day they remodeled the CBI after I joined and gave your office those glass window walls with blinds. I suspect that was partly why you were mad that I got rid of your old couch." Jane replied before he felt Lisbon run her hand over his erection. "Oh Teresa."
A smile crept across Lisbon's face. "Maybe you should stop talking then."
Jane then slid a hand through Lisbon's hair before capturing her lips with his. His free hand then went to work unbuttoning the maternity dress shirt Lisbon brought with Annie at the mall the week before, just as Lisbon's hands went back to unbuttoning the rest of Jane's shirt.
When Jane broke the kiss he let out a low growl as he caught sight of Lisbon's engorged chest. He then nuzzled Lisbon's neck before he pressed a kiss to it.
"Jane try not to leave a hickey this time." Lisbon said breathlessly, obviously remembering when they made love in the attic.
"I can't promise anything." Jane replied against her neck as he brought a hand to caress her still bra covered right breast.
"Patrick." Lisbon said huskily.
"Now whose the one who should stop talking." Jane replied cheekily as he lowered his other hand to find the clasp to unhook Lisbon's bra.
Before Jane had a chance to find the clasp to Lisbon's bra there was a knock on the office door followed by the sound of whoever knocked trying to open the locked door.
"Crap." Lisbon said tensely.
"Uh boss?" Came Cho's voice, obviously he was surprised to find Lisbon's door locked.
"Yeah, one second Cho." Lisbon called out as she unstraddled Jane's thighs.
Jane chuckled a bit as he stood up as Lisbon started to rebutton her shirt. "I told you that we would get caught." Jane said as he started to rebutton his own shirt.
"Shush." Lisbon started before punching Jane in the shoulder. "You didn't say that we would get caught, you asked if I was afraid of getting caught, and until right now I wasn't."
"Why is it that nobody is afraid of getting caught until they actually get caught." Jane replied while he finished butting his shirt and then started to rebutton his vest.
"Shut up Jane." Lisbon replied as Jane retrieved both their suit jackets.
Lisbon then shrugged into her suit jacket, just like Jane, before turning to unlock the door.
"Yeah Cho." Lisbon said after she opened the door. She hoped that Jane hadn't messed up her hair to much and her lips weren't that swollen from their kissing to give away what Jane and her had just been doing.
"We were giving the Jankins case back." Cho replied. Even though Cho didn't show it, Lisbon was sure he figured out what Jane and her had been doing.
That's just great. Lisbon said to herself, she had really not wanted to see Mashburn again because she knew that the billionaire would try to find out who the father of her child was, and would no doubt try and woo her.
"What, the team the case was assigned to couldn't close it." Lisbon replied, annoyed that she would have to see Mashburn again.
"It seems that Mashburn wasn't very cooperative."
"That's no surprise, he probably wanted us back on the case so he could try and find out who the father of our child is Lisbon." Jane wouldn't be surprised if Mashburn flat out asked him if he knew who the father of Lisbon's child is. "Either that or he is the murderer and he wants to see if I am truly smart enough to catch him."
"You didn't tell Mashburn that Jane was the father of your child." Cho said. It was the first time either Lisbon or Jane could recall the stoic agent taking interest in the personal life of his team members.
"It didn't come up." Lisbon replied, now wishing she had told Mashburn that Jane was the father because she had a feeling that what Jane had said about how Mashburn would try to find out who was the father of her child was correct.
"Alright Cho." Lisbon started in her usual in charge tone. "I want you guys to go over everything the other team did. Financials, witness statements, everything."
"Especially if it has anything to do with Mashburn." Jane added.
"Yes boss." Cho replied before he left to pass along Lisbon's orders to the other two team members.
"Do you really think Mashburn is the murderer?" Lisbon asked as she turned to Jane.
"The third time is the charm as they say." Jane started as he picked up the folder off the table. "I'm going to make a cup of tea and lay on my couch to ponder whether I think Mashburn is a viable suspect."
Jane then stepped in front of Lisbon. "Maybe next time we are alone we'll get farther then second base." Jane whispered in her ear before placing a very chaste kiss on her lips. He then slipped out the door.
After Jane left the office Lisbon heaved a sigh as she realized how close they had come to making love in her office and that she was now more sexually frustrated then she was before.
Sherman was sitting on the couch looking intently at the MacBook Pro laptop in his lap.
"Geneva, Zurich, Paris, Vienna." The voice of his wife started as she read off some of the places on a list that was on the laptops screen. "Are you planning on leaving now?"
"It's been a week and a half and he hasn't contacted me. It's pretty clear that he's made his decision."
"So what are you planning on doing?"
"I'm going to take a sabbatical to one of these places on this list and think over my options."
"So where are you going to go?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"Munich." Sherman's wife started as she saw the German city on the list. "Do you think it's safe to go there?"
"It's been nearly six years, I'm sure nobody will remember that I was the Baron's chauffeur." Sherman replied as he remembered the mission that had brought him and his late wife together.
"Yeah your probably right."
There was a short silence between Sherman and the spirit of his wife.
"You know what today is don't you?" Sherman's wife asked.
"Of course I remember, how can I not, it is exactly two years since you were murdered." It was also the day he did something completely stupid.
Another silence filled the room. For some reason being in a silent room with a ghost was very creepy.
"Can I ask you something?" His wife's spirit asked.
"Seeing as you told me to stop imaging you and yet here you are. I guess you can ask whatever you want."
"You know, most people would say that you keep imagining me because there is some type of unfinished business."
"I only had one question and you answered it the other night."
"Alright." His wife started. "I've noticed that you aren't wearing your wedding ring, do you mind if I ask what you did with it?"
Sherman glanced at the spirit of his late wife before lifting the laptop from his lap and placing it on the coffee table as he got up from the couch. He then walked into the bedroom.
A few seconds later Sherman exited the bedroom holding a yellow index card box. When he returned to the couch Sherman opened the box and pulled out a gold band. He then placed the box down on the coffee table before he took a seat back on the couch.
The band gleamed in the light as Sherman held it up between two fingers to read the engraving. It was the first time he not only looked at his ring but held it in two years, not since the night he killed his wife's murderer.
Always and forever in my heart - Buttercup. Was all the inscription said. It was short and to the point. It had summed up a love that started with a with a glancing look and then two years and six months later grew into something that neither spy could believe. It represented a love that even six months apart, and Sherman accidentally killing his future wife's then boyfriend, couldn't break.
"Do you remember when you first called me that?" His wife asked referring to 'Buttercup'.
"Yeah." Sherman started dreamily as he remembered the day in question. "To wake you the morning after we first made love, it hadn't taken me long to find that tattoo of a buttercup on your left breast."
"I wonder how it would have looked when." Sherman turned his head in time to see the spirit of his wife make a gesture to show she meant if her breasts were larger. It was obvious what she meant and it hurt.
"I'm sure it would have looked good." Sherman replied. He had the instinct to lean over and kiss his wife, but you can't kiss a ghost.
Just then the image of what his wife would have looked like if she had been pregnant, with a rounded middle where their child would have been growing and enlarged breasts, entered Sherman's mind. It was a image he tried not to think about over the past two years, ever since the night she died after the medical examiner had told him that his wife had been expecting.
Sherman quickly stood up and fisted his hand around the band, causing it to dig into his palm. He then rubbed the tips of his right fingers on his temple with the pad of the hand resting on his cheek, so that his whole eye was covered. It was then that he felt wetness and realized he had started to cry.
" So, you finally imagined me that way."
"Huh?" Sherman asked, unsure of what his late wife meant.
"You finally imagined what I would have looked like pregnant." His wife said.
"Yes I did." Sherman replied sadly. It broke his heart to imagine his late wife pregnant, because it reminded him what should have been. But then if life had gone as it should have, then he wouldn't have found out that his biological father was Red John and that would also mean that his father would still be alive and killing people, and Patrick Jane wouldn't have gotten his own revenge.
Another silence filled the room, and this time the ghost of his late wife broke it by asking a question that not even Sherman thought she would ask.
"So when was the last time you had sex?"
"That's some question to ask while I'm holding the wedding ring you gave me."
"That's not an answer."
Sherman opened the index card box and placed his wedding ring back inside, this was a question he didn't feel comfortable answering while holding it. "Seeing as your dead, you probably know when the last time I had sex was and with who."
"I do. I just don't get why you seem so bothered by it?"
"What, you don't-" Sherman was utterly surprised, if anything he thought his late wife would have been furious. "You hadn't been dead for twenty four hours and I got drunk and had sex with a friend of ours, in the backyard and then again in our bed while wearing my wedding ring no less. Why aren't you mad?"
"Sherman I'm dead, so there is no reason for me to be mad. Besides it's not like you took advantage of her. She had tension built up, you gave her a release of that tension. It was nothing more then that"
"Is that your way of trying to make me feel better, instead of the saying the truth which was that we both got drunk." Sherman started. "Besides how could you know what she was thinking or feeling, your..."
"Dead." Sherman's wife started, her voice lacking any emotion of her lack of life. "I'm able to see and hear everything. Besides like you said we were friends, we had talked on occasion especially after I moved back to the United States." There was a slight pause before she added. "That's how I know that that night wasn't the first time the two of you had sex together."
"It wasn't, but I was young the and it was a long time ago." Sherman cursed that he was taught that stupid memory trick by the CIA as the memory of what his late wife was talking about, nearly ten years ago, came back to him.
"It's been two years ago, that's a long time to go without sex."
"Yeah. Well I've been busy. Besides Patrick Jane went nine years without sex."
"Patrick Jane didn't want to believe that he could feel the same way about another woman that wasn't his wife. That he didn't have a right to move on and be happy after what happen to his wife, especially since he felt like he caused her death."
"I suppose your going to say that I'm doing the same thing?"
"No." His wife started with a shake of the head. "You're hiding from having sex because you feel like you cheated on me because you had sex so soon after I died and wore your wedding ring while doing it. You're also afraid to allow yourself to move on, even though you know it's the right thing to do, because you blame yourself for my death." His wife paused and looked like she was considering something. "Alright maybe you're a bit alike in with the latter."
"Just say it, there are more then a few similarities between me and Patrick Jane."
"Anyway your Army friend seems to want to sleep with you." Sherman's wife said, bringing them back to the topic of Sherman's sex life.
"What." Sherman started, he couldn't believe he was talking about his lack of a sex life with the ghost of his late wife. "Leigh, I mean Captain Davenport."
"Yeah, she seems nice and she is attractive."
"Nothing is going to happen between me and her."
"Why not, don't deny that you aren't attracted to her. Like you said I'm dead, I'm able to see everything."
"Because she thinks that I'm assigned to the CSA's office, like the Army says I am, which is a lie and I don't want to lie to a person I see myself having a relationship with. Besides she only knows of the wound I sustained while in the Army so how would I explain the seven other wounds that I have, which someone assigned to the CSA's office shouldn't have, because she is bound to notice them if we have sex." Thinking about all eight wounds he had, of which he nearly died three times, made Sherman wonder how he was alive.
"See you have thought about sleeping with her." It wasn't accusatory, it sounded almost like relief. Like his wife was afraid that he wouldn't think about sleeping with another woman. Though he already proven that he could sleep with another woman, by sleeping with their friend the night his wife was killed. Sherman however didn't want to say that the thought of sleeping with Leigh Davenport had manifested itself back when he and the now Captain were stationed at Fort Stewart.
"That's enough, I'm not talking about my sex life, or lack there of, with the spirit of my late wife."
Just then Sherman's Blackberry started to ring, it had to be someone from Washington since very few knew the number to his encrypted government issued phone. "Why is the Deputy Director of the FBI calling me?" He questioned after a quick glance at the cell phones caller ID.
"Deputy Director Bailey, how may I help you?" Sherman asked.
There was then a knock on the hotel room door just as the Deputy Director started to reply.
Sherman then walked over to the door as the Deputy Director started to tell him why he had called. When he open the door Sherman found a man in a gray uniform with a square logo that said Robin Hood Moving and a rectangle lock box standing on the other side.
"Yes Deputy Director." The man at the door raised an eyebrow at the mention of the title Deputy Director, obviously thinking he knew who it was but Sherman shook his head to indicate that it wasn't who the man thought it was. "I'd be delighted sir, I'll see you then." The Deputy Director then started to say something else and Sherman knew form past experience that if he didn't get the call to end now then they would be talking for the next hour. "Not to be rude sir, but I have a few things to take care of. Yes sir, goodbye sir."
Placing the Blackberry into his pocket, Sherman then turned his attention to the man at the door.
"Authorization code Two-Two-Six-Delta-Six-Alpha-Bravo-Two-Six-Charlie. "
The man smiled before handing the clipboard to Sherman to sign it. After placing his John Hancock on the paper the clipboard held, Sherman handed it back to the man before taking the lock box. Then using his foot he closed the door.
"Besides." Sherman started after he shut the door. He was continuing the conversation he had just said he didn't want to have with his late wife, before the interruptions, like he hadn't even said it. "I'm a Covert Agent for the CIA, my biological father was a psychotic killer who tormented-" Sherman stopped himself from completing the sentence. No matter how true it was, he doesn't think he will ever be able to say it. "How can anyone have a relationship with all that."
"So you have thought about sleeping with her." Came the voice of Sherman's late wife.
"I did once." Sherman walked over and placed the lock box on the large table that served as the dinning room table. "That was a long time ago though, back when I was still basically a kid at Fort Stewart."
"Why didn't the two of you sleep together then, she seems like your type?"
"Because she was to by the book for me." Sherman then turned to look at his wife's spirit. "Wait what do you mean she is my type, I don't have a type."
"Really you don't have a type." Sherman's late wife started with a chuckle, not in a funny way but in a way that said that she had noticed something that Sherman hadn't. " Leigh, our friend, me. Your type of woman is one that has either had the same or more training then you have. Someone who probably won't judge you for what you've done because they would have probably done the same thing if they were in the same situation, and most importantly someone you can trust."
"How do you explain all the other women I've slept with?"
"You mean all the non-spies. Easy, it was part of your training. To learn how to seduce women in case you ever had to do it in the course of a mission. All the spies you've slept with just proves my point that you have a type."
Sherman then turned his attention back to the lock box. "Well this is my life." Sherman pulled out a key and opened the lock box to reveal multiple passports as well as a few boxes that contained medals.
"It was my life too." Sherman's wife whispered in his ear.
Sherman was about to reply how it will always stay that way but stopped when he caught a look at the time. "Oh I have to go or I'll be late for my meeting."
Lisbon was at her desk trying to work on some of the paperwork that she had but she couldn't stop thinking about how sexually frustrated Jane had made her as well as how close she and Jane had been to having sex on the couch.
The brunette Senior Agent decided it was a good time to get an update on the case.
When Lisbon exited her office she saw that Jane was laying on his couch with the folder he had earlier across his abdomen. He was no doubt laying there, eyes closed, resting comfortably. She cursed Jane's bio-feedback control. Why did it seem like she was the only one of the two who was hot and bothered.
"Where are we with the case?" Lisbon called out a little more tensely then she probably should have as she entered the bullpen.
"I looked into Mashburn's finances, he's not doing as well as he use to." Van Pelt replied.
"What?" Something told Lisbon that Jane was quietly enjoying hearing the misfortune of her former lover.
"It seems that besides two more divorces in the last two years, he lost a ton of money when he invested in Vanderbilt-Mather Shipbuilding, to help owner Vincent Vanderbilt fend off a hostile takeover by Vanderbilt's business partner Paul Mather."
"He remarried and divorced twice in two years?" Lisbon asked hoping that she hadn't sounded disappointed to hear that Mashburn had gotten remarried and divorced.
"Yes, he married Rosalinda Vinton in June 2011 and they divorced a year later. He then married Penelope Coan who he divorced last year. They were both supermodels. He's also been connected to Roslyn Gobel and Saundra Clayson, both movie stars."
Same old Mashburn, still chasing Supermodels and Movie Stars. It just went to show that no matter how sincere the billionaire had seemed about wanting a relationship with her, they wouldn't have been nothing but two people who would have had nothing but one night stands.
"So if Mashburn invested a ton of his money into helping Vanderbilt then how did his business partner take over the company, I thought the Vanderbilt's were just as rich?" Lisbon asked.
"Not as rich as you may think, most of Vincent Vanderbilt's money seemed to come from the company. Also it didn't help that the business partner was backed by Jedediah Hawkins IV." Van Pelt replied as she looked up at Lisbon.
"The race car driver?" Rigsby asked after hearing the name.
"Yes and he's also the patriarch of the Hawkins family. He and Paul Mather are friends, it's also said that Jedediah and Vincent Vanderbilt have a deep dislike for each other going back to when they were in boarding school where he beat Vincent up because he was bulling another student."
"From what I understand from the sports section of the newspaper, Jedediah Hawkins is like what Thirty-Five. Isn't that a bit young to be the patriarch of a family as big as the Hawkins?" Jane asked without opening his eyes.
"He is, but the by-laws of his family's company, Hawks Enterprises, state that only those named Jedediah can not only run the company but be the patriarch of the family."
"Those rules are pretty archaic aren't they?" Jane replied.
"Well they were written in the eighteen hundreds Jane." Van Pelt replied.
"You don't think Jedediah Hawkins is the killer do you?" Lisbon asked Jane as she turned to look at him.
"No I don't think he's our killer, if he was a killer I would think he would have just had both Mashburn and Vanderbilt killed so his friend could take over the company and not have to waste any money for a hostile takeover, don't you think Lisbon?"
"Well yeah, but why did you ask." Lisbon was cut short by Jane before she could finish.
"I've told you before that I'm nosy." Jane replied.
"Alright." Lisbon started as she turned her attention back to Van Pelt. "So Mashburn needed the deal with Networks Limited to happen or he'd be in serious financial trouble."
Cho slammed his phone down. "And it almost didn't happened." He then leaned back in his chair as everyone except for Jane turned their attention to him. "It seems that Jankins became suspicious about Mashburn's finances, apparently she found out that Mashburn received money from questionable sources. She was going to tell the board not to sell to Mashburn."
"Did she say what made her suspicious?"
"No." Cho replied in his stoic tone.
"Anything else in Mashburn's financials?" Lisbon asked as she turned her attention back to Van Pelt.
"Well right before talks to buy Networks Limited officially started, Mashburn received two deposits of half a million dollars from two different off-shore accounts."
"Who owns the accounts?" Lisbon asked.
"That's the thing, there are no names listed just numbers." Van Pelt replied.
"Alright Van Pelt, I want you to try and find out who those bank accounts belong to." Lisbon started as she looked from Van Pelt to Cho and Rigsby. "I want you two to check into Jankins again, see if she had a problem with anyone, I don't care if they were called before, also check her phone records for any odds call, pay special attention to the time after Mashburn received that money. For now we we'll treat this as if Jankins murder has something to do with the money that Mashburn received."
"Yes Boss." All three agents replied.
Lisbon turned and took a few steps towards Jane, there was one person she thought could be helpful in finding out who owned those bank accounts if Van Pelt couldn't. She then nudged Jane with her knee.
"Do you think Robin Hood, Major McCaffrey or whoever his name is could help us find out who owns those accounts if Van Pelt can't?" Lisbon asked quietly.
"No." Jane's eyes flew open and his hands tightened their grip on the folder. There was a look in his eyes that said he didn't like hearing the name or names of the man who had helped them get Red John. "I don't think he can be of any help to us."
Lisbon furrowed her brow as she looked down at Jane. Something wasn't right, Jane had gone and brought Robin Hood in on the Parsons case without even asking but now when she suggested bringing in the spy he says that he doesn't think the spy can help, even though the spy could probably get the info of who owns the accounts. It was then that Lisbon saw the CIA logo on the folder. That meant that the spy had to have giving it to him, but when did the spy give it to him and what was in it that would make Jane act this way towards the man who had help them bring Red John down. It was then that Lisbon decided that she had to get her hands on the folder.
"Well come on lets go interview Mashburn."
"Alright Lisbon." Jane replied as he sat up.
"Ah boss, Rigsby and I." Van Pelt started before Lisbon cut her off.
"We'll talk when I get back alright." Lisbon said as Jane stood up still holding to the folder.
"Alright boss." Van Pelt replied.