A/N: I know this is long overdue and I really am sorry. School really was crazy and when I tried writing this earlier last week, I was frustrated that the whole thing was deleted when my dad barrowed my laptop. I also forgot what I already typed so it took a little longer for me to remember, which never really happened, but I'm here now. Since it's finally SUMMER, I have more time to think about what to write next since I usually just do this out of the blue, they're never planned so if you are still reading this fic and are sticking with me with this, bless your heart!

It still amazes me that I still get alerts for this even though I haven't updated it in Forever. THANK YOU!

Thanks to Kyle and Eunice who's like my very own little sisters for helping me rewrite and beta at the last minute.

Before the date turns to the 20th here in the East coast, I want to greet the Cutie Tunney, ROBIN a Happy Happy Birthday!

Spoiler Alert: This chapter contains some of season 4 finale's scenes but just a smidge and of course it's altered.

Disclaimer: Yo me llamo Bruno Heller! YEAH RIGHT! (This is supposed to be sarcastic) ;)

After a couple of minutes, Van Pelt shot up from her chair and the guys' attention was solely focused on her.

"Jane! Jane, come over here," Van Pelt exclaimed trying to catch the man's attention, "I think I found something."

In a matter of seconds, Jane, Cho and Rigsby flew to Van Pelt's desk to witness what their colleague was so adamant about showing them.

Being agents and consultant of the CBI, they were used to the brutality that came with the job seeing as it is a daily occurrence in their job. They are never immune to it because as human beings, they are capable of feeling human emotions and so they learned how to cope with it. What they were currently witnessing though hit very close to home because this time it wasn't just some stranger that they were never attached to. This time, it was their boss, leader and friend.

The screen showed Lisbon's petite frame trying to unlock the rental car and a silhouette of a man appeared on the side of the video footage. The man moved swiftly and discretely closer to Lisbon. He did a very good job at being discreet and it seemed to everybody that he knew that the woman in front of him, the woman who he is about to attack is capable of fighting back. The team knew how cautious Lisbon is and even more so in Jane's case.

After the 6 months worth of his fake breakdown, trying to lure out Red John from his little hole and being away from Lisbon paid out in the end when Red John, Lorelei and their chauffer was gunned down by Agent Darcy's team. Jane finally took his relationship with Lisbon to the next level and has been secretly romantically involved for months now. Jane really didn't mind if everyone knew they were together because it would only mean that the guys from organized crime and the new guy in the mailroom can stuff it when they see Lisbon with him, not that they don't already do that but the little spitfire wanted some form of peace and quiet especially since the Red John debacle had made them some sort of modern day heroes and it would make Brenda Shettrick of the CBI's Media Relations Unit very happy and turn the whole thing into an amazing pitch for good publicity for the bureau, 'Agent and Consultant's Happily Ever After' spread all throughout the state of California.

Jane complied with his angry little princess' desires and kept their relationship from the others which had Lisbon very careful being outside, always looking behind and around her and it seems that this guy knew it too since Lisbon never saw it coming when the man whose a foot taller than her crept even closer and whacked her with the butt of his gun.

The four who was huddled in Van Pelt's desk flinched visibly when the fatal blow connected with Lisbon's head. Lisbon lost her balance and the man took that as his cue to lift her up and threw her over his shoulder like a weightless sack of potatoes and walked the same way he came from.

After watching the video a couple more times, Cho took point and started giving orders, "Van Pelt, can you zoom in on the guy's jacket and see if you could get a match on the insigne on it?" The redhead complied and stared tapping away on her laptop. "Rigsby and I will go back to the hotel and check if anybody saw Lisbon coming out."

While the three agents were busy organizing everybody's tasks nobody took notice to the missing consultant and went on their separate ways on aiding their boss and friend.

Xxxxx

Patrick Jane was freaking out internally while watching the video, it took all his biofeedback techniques to plaster a cool and calm façade the entire time and when the team started to plan for their next move he slipped away and stepped outside the San Diego PD building to let the reality of what had just happened sink in.

Jane started pacing the wide parking lot, thinking of ways how to outsmart the bastard that took his Lisbon away. All those years when Red John could've taken her away from him, he had ran all these possible scenarios specifically for each situation to save her live, especially for when her head, literally, was being put in the line for Red John's twisted plans.

Now he had to be even more careful with his often labeled 'idiotic plans' because this isn't Red John anymore and it was somewhat a relief and a frightening thing that he isn't behind all this.

His life line and second chance at life is on the line if this plan fails. Jane knew that deep down, if anything bad happened to Teresa, he will lose it and the feeling of pure rage surfaces and is dead set on the man who took his Lisbon. It's like a recap of the crying Lisbon in the office, the man holding what's his hostage needs a good doctor if he wants to survive.

Patrick Jane's well thought out plan involved one thing and one thing only.

A 5ft 4in petite brunette who looks exactly like Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane is one lucky heck of a guy to know where he could get his hands on one.

"Put it down. Now!" came the all too familiar voice. A loud crash soon followed, accompanying the exasperated sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Hold on a sec," and a muffled "to your room" was ordered. "What is it Patrick? Have there been any updates on the case?"

"Yes and no," he paused and then asked, "by any chance, do you own a leather jacket?"

"What's this have to do with the case?"

"Wear the jacket and let your hair down. Meet me at that coffee place you guys love so much."

15 minutes later…

The bell on top of the glass door rattled to notify the rest of the café that someone had just entered. Patrick Jane looked up from the half full tea cup in front of him and was greeted by a very familiar sight.

Jane perused the person who just entered from head to toe.

Black sensible shoes, dark, tight jeans, green V neck shirt, long, dark wavy hair with a black leather jacket hanging over the right shoulder and the perfect touch was the green eyes that darted around, looking for someone in the tiny café.

The two round jades stilled when they landed on who they were looking for, an amused looking Patrick Jane.

"Hello Thea. Nicely done by the way."