Here's chapter two everybody! Remember this is my first story so it's not as great. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story so bear with me. Thanks everyone! :)
Disclaimer: again I do not own The Mentalist or any of its amazing characters. (But I wish I did.)
Chapter Two
Lisbon's POV
"Thanks for taking me home Frank. I had so much fun tonight with you and all those French couples." This must've amused Frank because he laughed. "In all seriousness, that lady and her poodle sure did make a great couple!" she joked.
"Oh yes indeed Teresa. Did you hear her talking to it like it was her husband or something?"
"It wouldn't surprise me if it was! Anyways, thanks again for dropping me off. I should get inside and get some rest; we'll have busy day at the CBI tomorrow if you decide to come by."
"I will come by. I need to bring the real killer to justice, my ex-wife deserves." He kept calling her his ex-wife but Teresa thought that should be changed. Technically they never got divorced so she's not his ex-wife. "Well you should get going." She said as they stood at her door hand in hand. "You're right; it's late and we both have work to do tomorrow. Teresa, never mind." He changed his mind all the sudden. "What is it?" she asked.
"I was just going to ask if I could just stay at your place…" he said. Teresa took her hands away from his. This was moving way too fast for her comfort. "I know it's soon but my house is a long drive and it'd be easier if I just slept here tonight." He gestured towards her apartment.
"I'm not sure." She responded. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you being here just yet. "
"Babe," he cupped her structured cheeks in his cold hands, "come on, it's only one night. Please?" He begged. There he went calling her babe again. "I love you, you know that." He said. Whoa where'd that come from? Teresa asked herself.
"You love me? It's only our fifth date Frank." She reminded him.
"I know but I feel this connection to you; like somehow it took no time to love you. What can I say; you're a lovely woman Teresa."
"I guess you can stay over but it's nothing romantic, got it?" she instructed.
"Yes ma'am." He responded. They walked into Lisbon's very organized and clean apartment. "Nice place." He said.
"Thanks. This is where you'll sleep." She grabbed some blankets out of the closet and put them on the couch. "It may not look comfortable but it is…or at least I've heard it is from my friend."
"You mean someone else has slept here?" He sounded jealous all the sudden.
"Yeah does it really matter?" Teresa chuckled.
"Yes." He answered seriously, kind of creepily too. "Who is it?"
This shocked Teresa; it wasn't any of his business to know but she still told him. "My coworker, Patrick Jane, he's nothing to worry about. He and I were doing paperwork and we fell asleep. That's all."
"You slept on here with him? You couldn't have gone to your own bed Teresa?" he got really possessive, frightening Teresa.
"Nothing happened, I swear. We're only friends; nothing else. Honestly you have no reason to be jealous." She smiled.
"I'm not jealous!" he shouted, startling Teresa. "You can't say that I am jealous!" he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "You don't want to upset me honey!" Then he realized what he was doing and quickly let her go. "I'm sorry; this couch is fine with me." He slowly went up to Teresa and kissed her lightly on the lips; she was too scared to back away this time.
Jane's POV
Jane approached an abandoned hotel after what should have been an hour's drive but was only 25 minutes. He observed the beat down place from his car for only seconds then got out and ran to the main lobby. It was surprisingly nice after looking at the rest of this dump. Jane noticed an old white- haired lady sweeping the floor.
"Excuse me," he said as calmly as he could for his family's murderer could be here, "excuse me." He repeated. She turned around; her face looked friendly and reminded Jane of his grandmother who'd passed away a long time ago.
"This place never gets visitors!" She exclaimed with tons of energy. "Especially ones as handsome and cute as you." She observed him.
He smiled at her. "I was hoping you could help me ma'am. Could you?"
"That depends on what you need my help for. "She looked him up and down making him uncomfortable. He walked towards the desk in the room trying to avoid this lady's eyes on him.
"I'm looking for someone; are there any guests staying here?" He asked even though the sign read abandoned.
"You're a clever one Mr.-"
"Jane; Mr. Jane but you can call me Patrick."
"Patrick you are clever I suspect. Yes we do have residents here."
"Wait residents; as in people who live here?" Had this been Red John's hiding spot all these years?
"They pay extra," she said, "and with this darn economy anyone could use some pocket cash. May I ask who you are looking for Patrick?"
"I don't want to put you in danger. I really have to go and find this person though." He exited the room and headed towards the other building adjacent to this one. "Where the hell are you Red John?" He found himself saying out loud. Suddenly his phone rang; it was Grace. He ignored it and kept looking. He entered the small but elaborate building. Homeless- looking people stared at him.
"Hello." He said to them. Blank stares looked back at him. "Glad to see everyone is happy here." He joked. He walked away from the strangers wondering why they were so mad and unfriendly. A long hallway led him back to a room containing tons of plastic bins. Jane's curious mind caused him to open one of them. Papers, photos, and a set of keys were inside; nothing too suspicious except he wondered what the keys were for. One of the keys had a number on it; "266".
"266? What could that be for?" he found himself asking out loud. "A locker number maybe…or a hotel room number?" He decided to look at the photos next, putting the keys in his jacket pocket. The photos looked like they were from the late 70's; they were bent and the edges were ripped up. Footsteps were coming up the hallway. Jane put down the picture, closed the lid on the bin, and hid behind the other bins towards the back of the room near a closet and waited.
A man appeared; one that Jane knew. It was Laroche. What was he doing there? It was around midnight. Jane figured that he followed him here but why? Jane always thought Laroche was creepy but this is taking it to a whole new level: stalking. Should he confront him or stay hidden and talk with Teresa about it? She always gave good advice; she was level headed unlike Jane and his crazy tactics.
Lisbon's POV
The CBI was oddly busy this morning. Teresa unlocked her office door and went inside; of course there was a pile of paperwork waiting for her there. "Great." She said.
"Good morning." Grace poked her head inside the door as she often did when delivering news. "How was your day off?"
"It was actually very nice and not stressful for once." She joked.
"Well that's good," Grace smiled, "but I have some news."
"Take a seat," she gestured towards one of the two leather chairs by her desk, "what's up?"
"It's about Red John."
"Oh great," she sighed, "Where's Jane?"
"I'll start from the beginning," Teresa shook her head; "I received this email from an unknown address so I called Jane over to look at it. A picture popped up when I opened it; it was the smiley face and there was a message attached, here read it I wrote it down."
Teresa took the paper and read to herself. "Jane's seen this?" she asked.
"Yeah and then I got a location on where it came from; Jane somehow knew the place and left. He didn't waste any time; he left his phone on my desk."
"He doesn't have a phone?" she asked knowing the answer. "I need that address Grace."
Grace handed her another piece of paper with the address on it. "You need backup?" she asked.
"I'll be ok; thanks anyways." Teresa grabbed her jacket and ran out to the elevator. "Please be ok Jane." She said to herself.
There it is! I had some troubles at times; I didn't know where to take the plot. Please leave reviews and tell me what you think! Chapter three will arrive as soon as possible….stay tuned guys!