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Chapter Three

Lisbon's POV

Teresa raced other drivers on the freeway; passing up anyone in her way. It was only 8:26 on a Friday morning why was it so busy? Most people were already at work and it wasn't rush hour so what was up? Her phone rang in her suitcase.

"Hello?" she answered it.

"Boss," Cho's voice came through the phone, "where are you?"

"Cho I'm heading to Jane's location; he could be in trouble. This damn freeway is so busy though!"

"Grace said you didn't want backup, is there a reason for that? You always say that it's dangerous and stupid not to have someone watching your back."

"I just think it'd be better for only me to go. We both know how Jane gets when he'd searching for Red John; he gets the evil look in his eyes."

"Yeah I know the look. Still I think you need someone there with you."

"Kimball," she only used that name when she was serious, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Hang up the phone and look into our latest case, that's an order."

"Ok boss." He hung up the phone. He wanted to say be careful but he knew that she would be without him telling her to.

Teresa exited the freeway and arrived in the southern part of Sacramento. She could tell a major difference here; it was hot. In northern Sacramento it was warm most days; few days were hot like this. Her attire certainly didn't suit these conditions; she was wearing jeans, a white blouse paired with a gray leather jacket and her usual shoes that gave her a little extra height which she liked.

"Wow this weather's killing me." She said, removing her jacket to reveal her short sleeved blouse. "Now where are you Jane?" She punched the address Grace gave her into her GPS. "Yes." She congratulated herself; the place popped up on the screen. Little did she know that her GPS goofed up and gave her the address to a tattoo parlor. She drove towards the location, following the GPS.

After finding her way through the traffic, she found the building. It was sketchy looking with its brick finished painted black. This was not where she wanted to be but Jane could be inside so that overtook her previous feelings. She walked inside spotting a large man sitting in a wooden chair; this place looked cheap as hell.

"Hi," she quietly said to the man, "are you the person in charge?"

"Who's asking?" he asked.

"My name is Teresa Lisbon, I'm with the CBI. I have a few questions for whoever's in charge." She was acting confident only to scare them into speaking with her.

"You a cop; I don't like cops lady." He came out from behind a steel desk. "What's your business bein' here?" He walked closer towards he; she was still standing in the doorway.

"I need to know if you've seen someone, if he's here."

"Come in," he said, "sit down." Of course he was being polite; Teresa could arrest the punk. "Now what about those questions you had?"

"Well I just asked one; have you seen him?" She showed him a picture on her phone.

He studied the picture. "Nope I haven't seen this guy."

"What about them?" she pointed towards the two other guys standing behind him as if they were his body guards.

"You guys seen him?" he asked them. They studied the picture the same way he had. Teresa didn't like their hands all over her phone. "Not me." One said. "Me either." said the other man.

"Ok well I should get going then." She said. "Can I have that back?" she said talking, about the phone.

"Wait," the leader of the trio said. "Maybe we could help." This got her attention.

Jane's POV

Laroche was still there searching the bins. Jane contemplated whether or not to say something. He dialed a phone number; Teresa's (and she thought he didn't bring his phone; it was Grace's own phone she saw).

"Patrick thought he was going to find him ha!" Laroche bragged. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number; Jane's number.

His phone rang the generic beeping ringtone. Jane looked down at it; J.J.: Laroche's name appeared. He tried to silence his phone but Laroche was onto him.

"Who's there?" he asked looking around the bins and inside them; how would Jane fit in one of those anyways? "Come out."

"Laroche," Jane said innocently, "what are you doing here?" Jane's tone was sarcastic but serious at the same time.

"Patrick," he was caught dead in his footsteps, "what are you doing here?"

"Just working a case and you J.J.?"

"Oh I uh…I'm doing the same. We must be working the same case! What a coincidence."

Jane didn't believe in coincidences. "Yeah and what case would that be?"

"Shouldn't you know the case we're working?"

"I do but do you? More importantly, why'd you follow me here?" he demanded an answer, usually he was calm and collected but this could be Red John's secret helper in front of him.

"I didn't follow you Patrick. Why would you say that?"

"How else would that explain you being here at the same exact time that I am? Unless you knew I was going to be here because you followed me or even better; you know where Red John is."

"That's crazy; I don't know Red John or have any connections to him. I think that since this involves Red John that your ability to work a case is messed up and your head gets all blocked by the fact that maybe you'll catch him this time. Patrick when will you understand that Red John is untouchable? You're never going to get your revenge on him."

"I can work a case involving him and he thinks that he's untouchable but he's not. I will catch Red John someday and he will suffer for what he did to my wife and daughter. I won't be happy until he's dying in front of me. You know what I want to you J.J? I want to know why you said that I thought I was going to find him when you went to make that call." Jane began to approach him, getting in his face with these remarks of his.

"What?" Laroche hadn't thought this through. "I didn't say that."

"Actually you did. Why's that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Patrick. You're starting to sound delusional again like you always do."

Jane's phone rang again; this time it was Teresa calling. "Lisbon you won't believe who I'm with right now."

"So you do have your phone?" she asked.

"Yeah but that's not important. Where are you?"

"I'm at a tattoo place; where are you?"

"An old abandoned hotel with Laroche."

"You're with Laroche?"

"He's right in front of me. I need you to come here."

"Why? Are you hurt?"

"No," he said, this surprised him, "I'm fine but Laroche," he stopped and said something to Laroche: "This is private; do you mind?" he asked. Laroche walked to the other side of the room. Jane kept a steady eye on him.

"Jane?" Teresa wondered if he'd hung up. "Jane?"

"Sorry I needed to get him off my back for a minute. Listen, Laroche is up to something Lisbon. I know he is."

"He is?" She was caught off guard.

"Uh huh and he followed me here; he's up to something. I need to bring him back to the CBI and have him questioned."

"Jane he's up high in the crime world, we can't make this a big scene. It could get ugly that way. I'll head back to the CBI and I expect to see you there…without Laroche."

"I can't just let him go! He might be able to lead me to Red John."

"That's exactly why you should let him go. We'll be able to spy on him more easily if he doesn't know we're watching."

"Good point. I'll let him go and meet you back at the CBI…alright?"

"Thanks for listening Jane. Be careful and hurry back; I miss you." She said her voice friendly.

"I miss you too," he laughed, "and I'm leaving now."

They both hung up and smiled at what just happened.

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