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Nine
Teresa Lisbon sat in the waiting room once more, alone this time. Jane was now the one who hadn't shown up on time, or so far at all for the matter. Once more, Dr. Denny decided on being merciful and took another patient in while she waited for her child's father.
Subconsciously she looked around the room, a couple of younger children sat in the room with their mothers, nervous and delighted fathers by them. Teresa felt a stab in her heart, suddenly wishing that Jane…Patrick was there with her, holding onto her hand or just being in her presence.
But a case came up about Red John.
She believes it's a hoax, that there was another copycat killer interested in the serial killer's sadistic ways. The thought of someone inhumane enough to just go out and copy such a crime made her stomach churn. She shook her head and pulled herself up from the chair at which she sat in, she then moved over towards the window to where the receptionist sat.
"He's not coming," the receptionist…Bevy was what her nameplate said, smiled warmly and nodded, "I'm ready when Dr. Denny's ready."
Bevy nodded once more, "Just sit tight for a little longer, she'll be right out to help you," Teresa nodded in return and bit her lip, unsure about going on about this alone without the father of her child.
…
Patrick Jane looked at what was in front of him.
A crime scene.
A scene that the sadistic serial killer, Red John, had recently been standing in, cackling in a manor that could scare anyone who claimed to be fearless.
Patrick looked down, his heart now tugged for the young woman who was recently murdered. She didn't have a chance once the stun gun hit her in the side. She didn't know who he was, until he told her. She had most likely heard about him once or twice on the ten o'clock news and maybe on a front page of a newspaper, but no where else.
Mary Costwald, nineteen years of age, on summer break from college with her boyfriend.
He shook his head and stepped back, a crinkling sound made itself known to his ears. He could have sworn that the sound of this particular paper resonated off the walls. A lump formed in his throat. This was most likely a note from the man he despised.
Patrick stepped back once again, bent over and picked up the paper with a fresh footprint on it. He flipped it over; in standard Times New Roman print on regular printer paper, a note that could chill anyone to the bone.
Dear Mister Jane,
How is Agent Lisbon?
He gasped and nearly fell back, Teresa was his target? Patrick wanted to yell out, to scream. He felt that he put her in danger just by being around her; he put their child in danger.
He had to get her out of Sacramento.
…
Teresa lay back on the examination table, she placed her hands on her belly, entwining her fingers together, attempting to drift off until her doctor was to come in.
She imagined a child with bouncing dark brown curls and a mischievous grin dubbed as the 'Patrick Jane 100-Watt Grin'. The little girl wore a beautiful sundress that blew in the salty breeze that came from the Pacific.
She squealed as the sand squished between her toes.
Then in the image was gone.
Dr. Denny walked into the room holding her file, "How are you doing today, Teresa and Pa-," she paused and looked around the room. Not seeing Patrick around was an odd occurrence to her as well.
"He's not here."
Dr. Denny pulled up a stool and sat on it carefully, "Is everything all right between you two?" Teresa nodded.
"He's working, couldn't get away," the doctor nodded.
"Well, let's get this show on the road."
…
Patrick walked into Teresa's apartment, he wanted to find her, and he was sure she'd be home. He only expected her to go out to the supermarket, pick up another tub of ice cream, then come back and take another afternoon nap. Today was her day off, that's how she spent it ever since she figured out she was pregnant.
"Teresa?" he called out to her, he didn't get a response. His heart thudded in his chest, his mind clouded to any possible explanation to why she wouldn't be home, "Teresa!" he found himself once more shouting. Patrick found himself on the verge of panicking, losing her would make him lose every bit of sanity he had.
"Teresa," his voice was softer, more desperate than ever.
"Yes?" he heard the front door shut with a soft click, then the soft pad of her feet. She appeared next to him, "What, Jane?" she placed her hands on her hips impatiently.
"Where were you?"
She rolled her eyes, she wasn't happy, obviously infuriated, "How could you forget? I was at an appointment with Dr. Denny!" how the hell could he forget that?
The colour drained from his face, the sense of panic he had ever since he found that note had his mind wired all wrong. It put off his thoughts, made his 'abilities to notice things or pay attention' not work to their full potential.
"Where were you Patrick?"
"Red John," her gaze softened, immediately realizing why, but she couldn't help but feel infuriated. She understood that Red John took something he held dear away from him so suddenly and he found it hard to move on into the future, but he shouldn't let this man run his life. He should be running it himself.
"Let it go."
"I can't," his eyes searched hers through the dim lighting of the room, "He wants you."