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Jane is quickly fully awake. A masked face is before him.
"How did you get in here? What have you done to the guard?"
"Surely you or Agent Lisbon didn't expect one puny guard to keep me away."
Jane is doing the best he can the control emotions that are threatening to overwhelm him.
"What do you want?"
Red John moves closer to the bed.
"Why you, of course, Patrick. you killed a friend of mine, again. Such behaviour requires punishment or you could make a habit of it. Now out of bed."
"No."
"Don't be foolish. Just because I haven't shown you a weapon, doesn't mean I don't have one."
Red john shows him a gun hidden in his pocket.
"I could shoot you here, but people tend to come running and others would get hurt. Is that what you want?"
He pulls back Jane's covers and Jane swings his legs over.
"I-I-I can't walk very far."
"Don't worry Patrick, I will help you."
As Jane stands up Red John grabs him by the collar of his pajamas to steady him. He smiles at the tremors he can feel running through Jane's body. He uses his other hand to remove his mask and then presses the gun in to Jane's back.
"Let's go Patrick we have unfinished business."
Jane's knees buckle beneath him at Red John's words. Red John tightens his grip.
"Get yourself together."
Jane takes a deep breath and forces his feet forward. His steps are unsteady but with Red Johns help he's able to cross the room.
"Open the door."
Jane obeys and he's pushed through the doorway. He sees that there's no sign of the guard. He wonders if Red John has scouted the place as there's not a single nurse to be seen. As if reading his thoughts Red John informs him.
"Everyone's either at break or catching up on paperwork. They won't miss you for a while."
Jane's muscles are beginning to burn. He knows it will only get worse. Red John pushes him through into the stairwell.
"Go up."
Jane stops with surprise and looks at all the stairs.
"I can't make it up."
"Yes you can and you will, even if it's on your hands and knees.
Jane grabs both hand rails and pulls himself up. He makes it up two flights before his legs give way entirely and he's crawling up. Red john is following behind, taunting.
"How wonderful is this. The great Patrick Jane at my feet. Going up the stairs like a two year old. A wonderful sight."
Jane collapses as the strain and anger saps his strength. Red John stomps on his back.
"Get moving Patrick it"s a long way back down these stairs and you could get seriously damaged tumbling down them."
Jane gasps trying to catch his breath from the force of his rib cage being stomped in to the unyielding step..
"Just give me a minute."
"You think I have all night. Now move unless you want to feel my boot again."
Jane's muscles scream with every torturous step, but finally he's at the top and he sprawls out, laying on his back, in agony. He closes his eyes at the sight of Red John's triumphant expression.
"Well done Patrick. I knew you could do it. We're almost there and then you can rest a while."
Red John hauls Jane to his feet, but there's no strength left. He has to wrap his arm around Jane's waist and carry him through the door on to the roof. Jane is dizzy with pain and is struggling to stay conscious. He feels his feet scraping against cement as Red John moves across the flat roof. The wind is cold at this height and Jane's pajamas are no protection from it. In his weakened state it slices through him as he's dragged along. Suddenly he feels Red john release him and he drops to the floor. The cement is unforgiving against his body, his head hits hard and the world swims before him.
He feels pain in his side and hears his name pulling him from the blackness. He wonders why he feels so cold, he's shivering. Another explosion of pain in his stomach, he groans and tries to turn on his side. Hands grabbing the cloth of his pajama top stop him. They pull him up slightly from the floor,
Jane forces his eyes open and when he comes face to face with the mask, his memories return and he knows he's on the roof of the hospital at the mercy of Red John.
"Welcome back Patrick, nice of you to join us again. I've missed you while we've been apart. It was lovely having you as my guest"
Jane is still fighting dizziness and pain but musters up as much strength as he can to reply.
"You're sick. I'm not interested in your games. Whatever you want with me now, whatever you do, whether I survive or not, I don't care. I'm over you Red John."
Red John stares at him and laughs.
"Such spirit Patrick. I'm suppose to believe that your quest is forgotten, that your wife and child are forgotten. That you don't want to avenge the spilling of their blood. The cries that filled the room as I sliced in to them. Angela had such beautiful eyes, don"t you agree Patrick, especially when filled with terror. She begged so beautifully for the life of your daughter and she almost persuaded me, but then I thought of you! Your face filling the tv screen, lying about me, pretending that you knew anything about me."
Jane wants to get away. He can't bear the words. They hurt more than any of his physical injuries. But Red John holds him in his a strong grip. He struggles but gets nowhere.
He can't stop the images of his wife and daughter filling his mind. He's repulsed by himself. This weak shadow of a man that causes the people around him to suffer for his sins. His struggles cease as he accepts whatever Red John has in store for him. As Jane goes limp in his hands, Red John drops him on to the floor and looks at him with pity.
"Poor Patrick, what have they done to you. I can see I need to put that fire back in your belly and I have just the thing."
Jane watches Red John indicate for someone to join them. A very angry, gagged Lisbon comes in to his line of sight.