A/N so the bad news is I managed to faint at work this morning and smack my head on some random things, which resulted in me having to be driven home by my boss.. talk about embarrassing lol. The good news is I got bored so I wrote another chapter lol.

Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter! I love you all!

this chapter didn't turn out the way I had originally planned but I'm hoping this gets a better response.

Enjoy =] x

Grace hadn't heard anything from the hospital when she woke up this morning, so she took that as a good sign that both of her friends were healthy and most probably sleeping. She made it to the office first to go over Rigsby's report from yesterday. He had gone over to talk to Mrs Cortez again.

Something hadn't been sitting right with Grace since she had found the picture of Lucio Cortez with Todd Johnson. When it came down to Red John, coincidences like this just don't happen.

She had convinced the boys that there was more going on than meets the eye. She was sure that Lucio had something to do with Red John.

Red John is a complicated being. He has a reason for every kill he has ever committed. A lot of the time the killings appear to be spasmodic, but there always seemed to be a pattern underlying in there somewhere. Most of the time he was out to get revenge, or he is just wanting to toy with Jane.

There were two reasons Red John had killed Lucio.

There was the obvious reason that he wanted to 'help' Jane get revenge because Lucio had hurt Lisbon. Personally, Grace wasn't entirely convince that that was the only reason Cortez had shown up with a smiley face above his body.

She figured that Lucio must have been in leagues with Red John, and Red John being the paranoid git that he is, decided to end Cortez before he could say anything that would give him away.

So Rigsby had gone back to Old Mrs Cortez to see if he could find anything out. Mrs Cortez was currently under supervision, being held in contempt for meddling with the murder in the first place. They weren't charging her too hard as they knew a parent would do anything for their kid and she was frightened and confused. So until everything got cleared up, she had a 24/7 babysitter.

Grace sat down at her desk, taking a sip of her coffee to try to clear the cobwebs that had filled her head over the last few days. She opened the report and scanned through it.

Nothing too interesting. Rigsby just asked some standard questions, incorporated into more specific Red John questions.

He had asked about his childhood, what sort of boy he was, what his interests were.

They had lived on a farm, so Lucio had always been very active. He had loved animals and had always had a love for food – hence the reason he opened the restaurant. He had been quite a shy child, hadn't had many friends. They had moved to California when he was twelve after his father had died. He had missed the farm land a lot, so he liked to help out on the local farms on weekends.

That's probably where he met Todd Johnson. Grace thought to herself.

He hadn't been incredibly bright at school, and had left early to do a building apprenticeship.

Grace stopped reading there.

That was it. In a nutshell it was almost proof he had had affiliations with Red John.

Stupid really. Thousands of young men over the country would have done a building apprenticeship, but this as well as the photo of Todd Johnson… it just seemed to fit.

She sat back in her chair, exhaling slowly. She was almost sure there was far more to this that meets the eye.

Mrs Cortez was extremely protective of her son. More than most. To Grace it almost seemed to be slightly obsessive. When they had first moved to California, she couldn't find a job anywhere, so she became a cleaning lady. Cleaning motels mostly, and doing the odd jobs for clinics, schools and hospitals. She had been trying her best to make a half way decent life for her son. There was nothing she wouldn't have done for her son.

She had lied about the murder and then tried to cover up for it after. She had denied knowing who Todd Johnson was when Rigsby had shown her the picture. And she had told them she hadn't even known who Red John was, only that she had found out about him when he had killed her son.

That part had Van Pelt the most confused. Everyone knew who Red John was. He's the most well known serial killer in California. Even as a foreigner she would have heard about it. Jane's family alone was all over the news.

There was definitely something going on here…

Her phone started ringing, breaking her trail of thought.

"Van Pelt." She answered.

"Grace." It was Rigsby.

"Hey, Rigsby. What's up?"

"Mrs Cortez has disappeared."

"What?" Grace asked, getting up and grabbing her jacket. There was no way she was going to let this woman get out of her grasp. Not after the discovery she had just made.

"The agent who was looking after her today went to check on her this morning and she wasn't in her room. He searched her apartment and she was nowhere to be found."

"Of course she's gone missing now." Grace grumbled as she stepped onto the elevator.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rigsby asked.

"I think I might have found something in your report yesterday."

"Oh?"

"He was into construction and farms. Jane said to keep an eye out for building apprenticeships. And the photo of him and Todd, Mrs Cortez denied ever seeing that picture, but a woman that obsessed with her son's life would have known who his friends were."

"You know you could be right." Rigsby answered on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you? I'm just leaving CBI now."

"At Mrs Cortez' apartment."

"When was the last time the agent saw her?" Grace asked.

"He said she was there when he checked half an hour ago."

"Good. She can't have gotten too far then."

Grace pulled onto the main highway.

"How are you Grace?" Rigsby asked, his voice going quieter and Grace knew he would have stepped away from the other agents for privacy. The thought made her smile softly.

"I'm ok. Tired. Worried. I just want this whole mess to be over." She heard him sigh on the other end of the phone. "You alright?"

There was silence on the end of the phone for a couple of moments before he finally replied.

"Not really."

Grace felt her hart sink. "Wayne…"

"Two out of five members of our team are in hospital at the moment. One in a critical condition, and the other suffering from exhaustion because he's too stubborn to ask for help. I just… I don't know what to do."

Grace stopped at a red light and sat back in her chair sadly.

"It will be ok Wayne. It always works out in the end."

"Yeah… I know. I just… it's hard."

"I'm going to see Jane and boss later." Grace said on a sudden whim. "Maybe you should come with."

"I-I don't know Grace. I wouldn't want to intrude… you know… get in the way."

Grace couldn't help but smile at that. His personality is kind of ironic. Big guy that chases after criminals and smacks people's heads on tables while under the influence of hypnotherapy… but then he is so gentle. And insecure. He cares far too much about what people think of him.

"Wayne, I'm sure they would both love to see you. Jane might not be so chipper, but he's probably going to be in a mood anyway."

"Ok… it sounds like a plan."

Grace smiled at that.

"Grace… I was wondering…"

"Hold up Rigsby…" Grace said squinting at the white van beside her. "I think I may have found Mrs Cortez. I'll call you back." She said switching her phone off.

The light turned green and she quickly changed lanes so she was following the van. They drove about a mile up the road before the van turned into an old house. Grace parked behind a fence in the hopes of staying hidden, and watched as the Mexican lady hopped out of the van, with more agility then a woman her age should have, and walk to the back of the van. She took a black rubbish bag out of garage and started filling it with contents from the back seat.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Grace got out of her SUV, drawing her gun, and making her way slowly up the drive.

"CBI, don't move!" she shouted.

The old lady looked at her like a deer in the headlights, before dropping the black bag and raising her hands.

"What have you got there Mrs Cortez?" Grace asked moving slowly towards the bag. The old lady looked like she was about to run. "Don't move." Grace said.

Mrs Cortez' eyes darted to Grace's gun.

"I'm putting it away, see? Just please don't move."

Grace saw the relief in her eyes as the gun was put back in its holster.

"What have you got in the bag there?" Grace asked again, taking another couple of steps towards her.

The old lady just continued to star at Grace vaguely.

"Come on, I know you speak English."

"I speak English." The lady replied. "I just don't have anything to say to you." Grace watched as Mrs Cortez straightened up out of her hunched position, and her eyes lost the fear that had clouded it seconds ago. Her voice held no trace of the accent that had been there days before.

"Seriously." Grace muttered under her breath.

"Well and truly." She said leaning casually against the door of the van. The back door was open, but Grace couldn't see inside. She side-stepped casually, and couldn't help but gasp slightly when she say inside the backseat.

There was medical equipment, needles, syringes, bandages-some of them bloody, and an assortment of vials, all littered over the floor of the van. There was one spot cleared on the floor, a spot big enough for a body to be lain.

Lisbon.

"It was you." Grace said horrified. "You were the accomplice… the driver."

The lady merely shrugged.

"You helped him kidnap Lisbon."

Mrs Cortez nodded again.

"But he had killed your son." Van Pelt whispered. "How could you help someone after they kill your own kid?"

"Red John didn't kill Lucio." She spat. "Patrick did!"

Grace shot the lady a confused stare.

"It was him who broke into Lucio's cell and slaughtered him. Red John tried to stop him, but he came too late."

Grace almost laughed at that.

"That's what he told you?" the lady nodded. "And you believed him?" Grace shook her head. "If you believe that you're more daft then I thought you were. Jane was nowhere near Lucio when and after he was arrested. He was at the hospital with Lisbon, and then later at her apartment. He was nowhere near your son on the night he was murdered. Red john doesn't care about you, or your son. The only thing he's interested in, is Patrick, and the game he's playing with him. Nothing else matters."

Mrs Cortez was shaking her head vigorously.

"No. He wouldn't. Red John loves us."

"No he doesn't, he just wants you to think that. He wanted you to believe that by helping him kidnap Lisbon, you would be getting some kind of revenge on your son's death, but really he was just playing another game. There was no other reason."

Grace took another step towards her.

"Stay back!" she screeched, pulling a gun shakily out of her pocket.

Grace stopped moving, putting her hand on her holster.

"Don't even think about it. I will shoot!"

"You don't need to do that Mrs Cortez." Grace said calmly but sternly. "You can come quietly. We can cut you a deal."

The old lady laughed.

"What? I give you privileged information about Red John and I get less time in prison?" she shook her head. "Nah ah." She cocked the gun with a small click.

"You know killing a cop will get you longer." Grace said before she could stop herself.

"Ah but no one's going to know I was here. I can make this look like suicide if I wanted to."

Grace looked over the lady's shoulder.

"Oh yeah? Well there's just one problem with that."

Mrs Cortez smirked.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"My partner's standing right behind you."

The handle of Rigsby's gun came down hard on the old lady's head and she crumpled to the ground.

Grace released a puff of breath.

"You ok?" Rigsby asked.

"Yeah. How'd you find me?" Grace asked, coming to stand over the currently unconscious lady.

"The tracker in your car."

"Right." Grace said. Security had installed tracking devices into all of the CBI vehicles last month, when an agent had gone missing, and they had found him gassed out in his car days later.

"What are you doing here?" Grace asked turning to look at him. He was pale and looked exhausted. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She had been so preoccupied with Jane and Lisbon, she hadn't been paying much attention to the other two members of the team. She would have bet anything that Cho wouldn't have looked much better.

"I… you turned off your phone… I was worried."

Grace smiled softly at that.

"Thanks Wayne."

He nodded.

"Any time."

"We should probably get her into custody." He said, bending down to lift the now semi conscious old lady to her feet.

Grace looked at him, suddenly remember everything she had just been told.

"How much of that did you hear?"

Rigsby shrugged, and started making his way to his car, they would come back for hers later.

"Not a lot. I came out as soon as I saw she had you under gunpoint."

"She's in leagues with Red John. She helped kidnap Lisbon."

She almost laughed as Rigsby's face turned up in disgust at the woman he was currently dragging along the sidewalk.

"I showed up and she was trying to clean the evidence off the van."

"We need to call this in. Any idea who's property this is?" he asked, hauling Mrs Cortez into the backseat of the SUV.

"None. But it's part of a crime scene now. We need forensics to check through that van. There's bloodied bandages and all sorts in there, and I don't believe it's Lisbon's blood. There weren't any cuts on her when we found her." Wayne nodded and reached into his pocket to call it in.

"Wayne, I'm really sorry to put this on you, but can I leave this with you? I need to go to the hospital. I need to fill Jane in."

Rigsby nodded.

"Y-yeah. Whatever you need." He smiled. "No problem."

"Thanks." she smiled. "I'll catch you later." she said before running off towards her own car.

She felt more than a little bad as she pulled back onto the road. She was meant to take Wayne with her to the hospital, but she felt she really needed to fill Jane in as fast as possible. He would know what to do.

She arrived at the hospital within ten minutes. She went up to the main desk and smiled at the nurse behind the counter.

"I'm looking for Patrick Jane?" Grace said. "He was brought in here yesterday."

While the nurse was looking up Jane's name, Grace could only hope that he had actually woken up by now.

"Are you Agent Van Pelt?" the nurse asked.

"Ah, yes?" Grace asked somewhat confused.

"Follow me." the nurse said getting up from behind the desk.

Now starting to get a little worried, Grace followed the nurse to a waiting room. She sat down beside her.

"What's going on?"

"Doctor Howard told me that you should be told in person, should you come in. He's been trying to get a hold of you all morning."

Grace pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"My phone's been off." She said somewhat numbly. She looked up at the nurse with wide, frightened eyes. "What's happened?"

The nurse took a deep breath.

"Teresa's temperature spiked last night. The infection in her kidney caused it to start shutting down. Both Mr Jane and Teresa are currently in surgery."

"Both?" Van Pelt asked in a small voice.

"Mr Jane is donating one of his kidneys to save her."

Grace sat back in her chair in a daze. How was she meant to deal with this? It was all too much…

"Here." The nurse said handing her a cup of water, that she hadn't even noticed her fill.

"I'll be back to update you in a little while. Maybe you should call someone to come and sit with you."

Grace just nodded in reply, taking a small sip of water. Well she hadn't been expecting that… and she couldn't help but feel extremely guilty that her phone had been off the whole time.

Well I had no idea where to end this. Lol so hopefully this is as good a place as any. Please review =] let me know what you think.