"...I gotta feelin' that tonight's gonna be a good good night..." -black eyed peas in that commercial right before the show comes back on :D haha.
Announcer guy: And now back to the Mentalist, t.v.'s #1 new drama.
Disclaimer: I unfortunatly do NOT own the Mentalist. I wish i did though...
Cho, Rigsby, and VanPelt drew their guns as a reflex, aiming for the fake medical examiner. They didn't like it when anyone messed with a team member, especially the team leader. Although none acted like it, they knew Lisbon was just as fragile as anyone else. It was easy to forget though.
"Hey!" he shoved the barrel of the gun to her head, making a sufficient bruise, "Put your guns down or else!"
None moved their weapons, just their eyes to meet Lisbon's. She nodded and they all hesitantly lowered them. The last thing she wanted was one of her team injured; "Now I suggest you clear out before someone gets hurt."
Within minutes the crime scene was cleared, leaving only Lisbon, her attacker, and a dead body.
Xxo0oxX
Scraps of paper cluttered the clean kept floor of the California Bureau of Investigation. Swimming in guilt, Patrick Jane was convinced on making it up to his favorite CBI team. He smiled at his work, predicting their reaction. He was then interrupted with a small vibration coming from his suit jacket pocket.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Jane…" VanPelt didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence before he cut her off from excitement.
"VanPelt! Let me guess," he began, "you're on your way back and you and Lisbon are still upset with me from earlier."
"Not even close Jane. Cho, Rigsby, and I are headed back to the office now and we are going to need your help trying to find whoever might have taken Lisbon hostage. We tried to call Minelli, but he didn't answer so you need to go and tell him the situation. He said that you had 24 hours to face him before he killed her. It could possibly be Red John, but we're not sure."
Silence fell and neither spoke for a minute, "Jane, you still there?" He closed his phone and stood for a moment, waiting for reality to hit that he might not ever see Lisbon again. His breathing sped up as his eyes grew red and puffy before allowing a tear to fall to the floor.
Five minutes passed before Jane's feet had finally listened to his head, willing him to walk to Minelli's office. He entered without knocking, "Lisbon's been kidnapped by Red John."
"Jane, can't you see that I'm in the middle of a phone call? Wait," the words finally registered as he looked to the blonde consultant, "She's been kidnapped by WHO??" His eyes grew wider as his voice grew louder, "That's a liability, damn it! How do you know he was Red John?"
Jane didn't feel like coming up with a reasonable case for his allegations, "I just know."
"Well 'I just know' isn't a good enough reason! Where's Cho?" he demanded.
"They are all on their way; they just couldn't get you so they had me do it."
"What are you doing here? Aren't they supposed to be at a crime scene?"
Jane mentally noted the realization and ran out the door. He stumbled getting his phone out of his pocket and scrolling down to his list of contacts. Habit took over and he pressed the down button once to call Lisbon, thinking he would get the team.
Xxo0oxX
She did her best to remain cool and collected as he violently shoved her into the white van, "Drive you idiot!" he yelled.
A tall, strong man, even more so than Rigsby, started the ignition and sped off. The momentum forced Lisbon's head into the back door of the van drawing the man's attention. He pulled a handful of hair yanking her head inches away from his own, "You barbaric little insignificant bitch! Where is he?"
Just don't say anything, she told herself repeatedly. He slapped her hard enough to send her small body against the side of the van, "Tell me! Or do I have to kill your little friends?"
Her expression went bank, "What did you do to them?"
He chuckled, "I didn't do anything to them. But unless you give me the information I'm looking for, they're heads will be blown off from the bomb strapped to the bottom of their car." He studied her, knowing that she was torn, "Oh wait, it gets better. I know you're just going to love this; we have another bomb planted on the murder investigation floor in the California Bureau Investigation building."
"You wouldn't…" she looked disgusted.
"Oh but I would. Now tell me where your precious Patrick Jane is, Theresa." Damn that first name trick. She didn't like her first name in general, but especially when it was uttered by a criminal like him.
She kept with her stubborn mind set, "No."
"Fine, Hans!" he turned to the driver who threw him the trigger.
Panic almost set in, "No! No, please don't hurt them!" She grabbed for the tiny black box, but was struck in the face and landed on something sharp that dug into her back. She swallowed tears, not allowing them to slide down her face. Great, she could feel blood dripping down her back and tasted the blood trickling down the side of her face.
"Something has to give, Theresa. You know your options."
The driver interrupted, "Sorry to interfere with your little conversation, but we have arrived at 22 Divot road. Would you like me to get our guest in her handcuffs now or later?"
He paused before speaking again, "Let's give her some time to think. If you wouldn't mind getting her inside and finishing this chat with her while I observe that would be great."
The driver smiled, flashing his remaining yellow and brown teeth, "Sure thing boss."
Lisbon was forced to be reminded of Cho and how often that phrase was said in the bullpen. Before she could think of anything else, the driver had opened the back doors and bound her hands with her own cuffs. He searched every inch of her person possible taking her gun, badge, wallet, and cell phone. Once he had finished he grabbed her hands and pulled forward as hard as he could, making her fall face first onto the cement from the vehicle.
"Get up, useless wretch!" Hans screamed at her.
She started to get up but was troubled when the pain in her back radiated throughout her entire body when she went to move. He groaned in anger as he grabbed her neck and pulled her up, "You do as I say! Do you understand me?"
He waited for a reply, but received none. Rage over took his emotions as her dropped her to the ground, where she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees like a dog. He kicked her stomach and she found it harder to conceal her tears.
A smile crept upon his fearsome features. After a minute or two she had gathered enough strength to stand. She walked toward the entrance of a seemingly normal household.
Inside was a different story. Photos decorated the walls, photos of dead women. She dared to think that she might end up on the blank space on one wall, but immediately pushed away the thought in faithfulness for her team. Lisbon had no doubts that Jane could…no- that Cho could find her. Jane was not the team leader. Lisbon steered away from thoughts of Jane outside work.
"Move," Hans pushed her into a room intended to be a bedroom, "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Tell me where Patrick Jane is."
She stood in the center of an empty room, expressing her right to silence. Bad idea- he found a baseball bat.
"I guess your opting for the hard way."
Yayy!!! End of Chapter 3!! I'm sorry it took so incredibly long, but I have had a crazy summer. Please Review!!!!!!!!