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Rated: T

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Chapter 6

Sacramento, California – Lorelei Martins

"Oh here she comes. Watch out boy, she'll chew you up. She's a Maneater." Maneater, Hall & Oats_

One week. That's how long she and Kane had been in Sacramento.

And Patrick Jane still wasn't eating from the palm of her hand. She still didn't have him wrapped around her little finger. He was oblivious to the cleavage and the high heels and dark red lipstick she meticulously applied before she saw him. If she didn't know any better, Lorelei would have guessed that he was a homosexual. Because since she'd blossomed into a woman, no normal, red-blooded American male had ever rejected her advances or denied her one thing she wanted.

Teresa Lisbon had nothing on her. Everything from her modest, button-down shirts to the way she followed the rules to a complete T screamed that she was a complete and utter bore. What Patrick Jane saw in her, Lorelei did not know.

Lisbon was the key to the whole plan. If they could get rid of her, Jane was certain to finally give Red John everything that he wanted. His loyalty for Lisbon's life, it would be an offer that he couldn't refuse.

Lorelei closed her tube of lipstick and unbuttoned another button on her blouse. Jane was going to pay attention to her this time. He wasn't going to deny her again, not if she had anything to do with it. She desperately needed to distract him. Her life, the life of her unborn child and maybe even Kane's depended on this plan working out.

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"You can do it," Kane said as they sat outside Jane's hotel room. He pulled a silver flask out of his pocket. "Liquid courage—"

Lorelei shook her head. "No. Not today, I need to stay focused."

"Come on," Kane coaxed. "Just a little nip. Come on Lore, it's your favorite—"

Lorelei's hand hovered over her stomach for a moment and then she dropped it as she shook her head. "No. I want to do this without alcohol clouding my judgment tonight. You know what a little nip can do to me, Kane."

Kane released a deep breath and shrugged as he put the flask back in his pocket. "Okay. Maybe later then, we can do it in celebration of a job well done."

"Half a job well done," Lorelei reminded him. "You still need to take care of Lisbon. We can celebrate when she's safely in his hands and Patrick is willing to do anything to get her back."

"So, you want me to go and kidnap her right now?" Kane asked.

"That would be too easy," Lorelei said. "You need to wait until she's vulnerable. I need a few days with Patrick to shake her confidence. . . to make her question their relationship and what's really going on between them. Then you can swoop in and be her knight in shining white armor. We've went over the plan a dozen times, Kane. You should know it inside and out by now."

"You know it well enough for the both of us, I can count on you to remind me when I forget."

Lorelei rolled her eyes and flipped her hair. "We're wasting time just sitting here. I'm going in."

"Okay," Kane said. "Good luck."

She paused for a second and looked at him carefully. "Are you okay with this Kane? I mean with my seducing your brother when you and I—"

"It's just a job," Kane answered. "And there's nothing really going on between you and me. I don't have any right to mind what you do or who you see."

Lorelei nodded. "I know. I'm just going to go now."

"Okay," Kane said. "I'll be waiting for you. Good luck."

Lorelei smiled and fluffed her hair. "Thanks."

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"Patrick!" Lorelei said, pasting on her best seductive smile when he had opened the door.

"Lorelei, what are you doing here?" He asked, looking more than surprised to see her.

She laughed breezily. "I came to see you, silly."

"I'm sorry Lorelei, but I was just on my way out to the grocery store. I need to pick up a few things—"

Lorelei pouted. "But I was really hoping that we could get to know each other better. The past few times I've tried, you've blown me off—"

"I'm really not looking for anything serious right now," Jane answered, coming out of his room and pulling out his key.

"Me either," Lorelei whispered as she inched closer to him and ran her hand down his vest. "All I want is one or two nights."

"I'm flattered, really but I'm just not interested."

"Would you be interested if I were Teresa Lisbon?" Lorelei asked sarcastically, trying desperately to keep her temper down.

"That's really none of your business," Jane answered evenly. "Now, I really have to go. Do you need a ride back to your hotel? Taxi fare? I could call Kane and have him swing by—"

"It's fine," Lorelei replied evenly. "Thanks anyways. I'll see you later, Patrick."

"That was fast," Kane teased as she got back into the car. "I knew that he hasn't been with anyone in a while, but—"

"He told me that he wasn't interested," Lorelei said. "He's not interested in me. I mean a man has to be blind or gay not to be interested in me—"

"I understand that this is a setback," Kane soothed. "You just need to give it a little more time, I'm sure you'll wear him down eventually."

"The only thing wearing down is my patience," Lorelei told him. "If I have to wait any longer, it might be gone! Kane, you have no idea what's going on here. I'm skating on thin ice already because I've slept with you. If I fail at this, who's to say that he won't kill me on the spot?"

"You're worrying too much," Kane said. "You're one of his favorite girls, I'm sure that he won't think about touching a hair on your head."

Lorelei scoffed and shook her head. "You're so far deep into this thing, you can't see what he's truly capable of. I love him with everything in me. But I still see what he is every single time I turn on the news and they're reporting one of his murders. I see it every single time he has me go and seduce somebody, or when he acts out on revenge. I see it in your eyes when he has you kill somebody for him—"

Kane held up his hand, signaling the end of the conversation. "That's enough, Lorelei. Let's just go back to the hotel and discuss a way to approach this situation from a new angle. Because whether you see it or not, I don't want to disappoint him either."

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"Maybe I could get him to sleep with me if he knew I worked for Red John," Lorelei said as she gorged herself on rocky road ice cream and cool ranch Doritos.

"You're going to make yourself sick," Kane replied, prying the bag of chips from her fingers. "This Lorelei, this is disgusting."

"My eating habits really aren't any of your business," Lorelei answered as she tried to grab the bag back. "The only thing that is, is how I'm going to seduce your brother. Now, should I drop a hint that I'm working for Red John or not?"

"I don't think so," Kane said carefully. "He might figure out that I am too, and that might blow the whole plan."

"Well, I don't see how we're going to get this to work any other way. None of my usual techniques are working. He didn't even fall for the whole siren thing."

"Siren thing?" Kane asked, frowning slightly

"A siren takes on form of the thing or the person somebody most desires. In Patrick's case, he desires Teresa. So, I dressed like her and did my hair like her because I was hoping that it would get his attention. It didn't."

"My brother is one of the most faithful people I know," Kane said. "Maybe he thinks sleeping with you would be a betrayal to Angie. I honestly think that's why he hasn't acted out on his feelings for Teresa. It's so obvious to anybody watching them that there's something between them."

Lorelei rolled her eyes. "But a corpse can't keep you warm at night, and Teresa Lisbon is so boring and uptight. I don't know why he feels like he has to be faithful to either of them."

Kane shrugged and folded up the bag of Doritos before tossing it on the nightstand. "I can't explain my brother to you. Telling him would be a bad idea; he'd just want to stick you in a safe house somewhere until you agreed to tell him where Red John is. And if you told him, I definitely wouldn't count on being alive by the end of the week."

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Maybe it's time for a more direct approach," Kane said.

"I'm practically throwing myself at him!" Lorelei answered. "Anything more direct could get me into trouble. I'd probably have handcuffs on me faster than you could say Miranda."

"I'm not talking about doing anything like that; maybe you could kiss him when he isn't looking. Touch him more. . . you practically do this for a living, Lore. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how to do it."

"Maybe," Lorelei agreed, discarding her empty ice cream carton on the floor and sliding towards him. "But your part Jane, you must know what Jane men like especially."

"Feisty women who like to take charge," Kane answered as he caught her hand and kissed it. "Give it a try with Patrick. I'm sure that you'll finally get the results you're looking for."

"I hope so," Lorelei said, barely grazing his lips with her's before sliding off the bed. "Because I sure am looking forward to finishing this job and going home."

"Yeah," Kane agreed as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. "I am too."

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"I told you that Doritos and rocky road ice cream was a bad idea," Kane told her as he held her hair back an hour later and she emptied the contents of her stomach.

"And I hate the words I told you so," Lorelei retorted as she flushed the toilet and got to her feet. She rummaged through her toiletry bag for a hair piece and her tooth brush.

Kane held up his hands. "Okay. I'm sorry. How about I go get you a ginger ale and some ice chips to soothe your stomach?"

"You don't have to," Lorelei said quickly as she rinsed her tooth brush and put a dab of toothpaste on it. "I'm feeling much better now."

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Kane asked, leaning against the counter and watching her carefully.

"What makes you think there's something wrong?"

"You've been eating differently and you're throwing up a lot these days," Kane replied. "There has to be something wrong."

"Women stuff," Lorelei answered quickly. "Sometimes I get weird cravings or sick around that time of the month. It's nothing for you to worry about."

"Okay," Kane said skeptically. "If you're sure."

Lorelei nodded. "I am. I just want to go back to bed and get some sleep. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"Fine. I'll go and get that ginger ale, just in case you wake up and need it later on."

Lorelei managed a smile. "That's very sweet of you Kane, thank you."

He brought her back to the bed and helped her get comfortable before he grabbed his wallet and slipped out to the vending machines.

When the hotel room door had closed, Lorelei curled up into a ball, covered her stomach with her left hand and she wept.

TBC. . .

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Author's Note:

I was going to go on, but I thought that ending there was better than dragging it out. And I sprained two fingers, using them NOT to type kind of hurts. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And that you'll tell me your thoughts.

And I hope you're crash helmets are set for tomorrow night. I'll see you guys after the finale.

Cheers!

Love,

Holly, 5/4/2013_