Red Rides And Retribution

A/N: Thank you to all of you who read and reviewed this. And thanks to all who are giving this a chance. It's an unusual story, but I'm glad you're bearing with me.

Chapter three

Lisbon led Jane back through the bar to the back room. She sat down at her table and rested her gun on the surface. Jane stood at the door, and looked around him. The room was darkened, with wood panelling, and dark wood floors. There were a few side tables, and a large cabinet against the back wall. Lisbon sat in a high-backed black leather office chair. Lisbon looked at him. "You gonna sit? Or just stand there?"

Jane fought a smile at the tiny woman's demand, and walked to the table. "I would prefer not to sit with your gun on the table, if it's all the same to you."

Lisbon raised an eyebrow, but took the gun off the table and turned to place it onto the cabinet behind her. "So, Mr Jane, what brought you to this area in any case? You obviously don't live here, or you wouldn't have set foot near this place."

Jane watched her swing around to face him, and put her leather boots onto the table. He leant back in the chair and folded his hands into his lap. "I was forced by my job to take eight weeks mandatory leave. I was just driving, and got lost. That was then you guys rode around me."

Lisbon nodded slowly, and looked up at the door as it opened. Rigsby entered. "Boss, we need to talk about a hit."

Lisbon shook her head. "Not now, Rigger."

The tall man nodded and disappeared. Lisbon turned her attention back to Jane. "Why did you bring my bike back then?"

Jane observed the cabinet behind her. "I was worried about someone stealing it. I may not know much about the south of Sacramento, but I know enough to realise it wouldn't be there long."

Lisbon sat, thinking hard. "You know we now owe you a favour, Mr Jane. That isn't a thing to take lightly."

Jane nodded. "Five years ago, my wife was murdered on the border between two territories. Her killer was never found, and eyewitness reports claimed both green and black bikes were in the immediate vicinity."

Lisbon nodded. "I remember a death about five years ago, but I don't think it was any of my men. I can talk to some contacts, and let you know, but I would remember if one of my men had done it."

Jane reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Inside were several copies of Angela's photo. He handed one to Lisbon, who examined it closely. "Do you remember her?"

Lisbon nodded. "I do. I will speak to some contacts, and let you know what I come up with."

Jane smiled at the tiny woman, and then glanced down at his watch. "I do need to be heading back home."

Lisbon nodded and stood up. Jane wrote his contact details onto the back of the photo while she walked to the door, and opened it. "Heartbreak, Wrench, come here."

The two men walked over to the door, and Jane could see their extensive tattoos on their arms and necks. Marcus 'Heartbreak' Pike – known for his brutal collection techniques – walked casually up to them, followed by JJ 'Wrench' LaRoche. LaRoche was known for his deadly shooting, and had several skulls tattooed around his wrist. "What do you need, Boss?" asked Pike, looking Jane over in mild amusement.

Lisbon looked at both of her men. "I need you and Wrench to escort Mr Jane here back to his house for me."

Both men nodded, and followed their boss and Jane out to the street. Lisbon turned to Jane. "I will let you know what I find out, Mr Jane."

Jane nodded. "Thank you, Ms Lisbon."

Pike and LaRoche looked at each other. They had never heard their boss called anything so formal before, and the words sounded odd. They climbed onto their bikes and started them up. Jane started his car and drove away from the bar. One bike moved in front of him, and the other stayed behind him. They drove like this in convoy through most of south Sacramento. Half an hour later, they pulled up outside Jane's building. "Good bye, Mr Jane," said LaRoche through the window, before both of them rode off into the night. Jane parked his car, and headed through the front door of his building. The doorman saw him and nodded, having noted the rather unsavoury looking men who had stopped with Jane in the street. But he said nothing. It wasn't his place to decide who the tenants spent their time with.

Inside, Jane headed up to his apartment on the top floor, and loosened his tie. He looked out his bay windows overlooking the city, and sighed. It had certainly been an interesting evening with a very interesting person. He picked up the phone and dialled the number for his daughter's cell phone. Charlotte answered, and Jane realised how much like her mother she sounded. They discussed her school work, and different topics. But Jane couldn't shake the earlier events, and they played on his mind.

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Lisbon sat in the back of the bar and thought about the day. The door opened and Rigsby entered. He shut the door behind him and sat down opposite her. "Boss, we managed to change the tyre. It seems to be running fine now."

Lisbon nodded. "Thank you, Rigger."

Rigsby leant forwards. "Teresa, do you honestly trust that man?"

Lisbon leant back in her chair. "Are you questioning me, Wayne?"

Rigsby felt the ice in her voice and remembered that his boss and friend was still a ruthless killer. "He could be a cop you know."

Lisbon shook her head. "I didn't get that vibe from him. He wasn't on edge, or asking odd questions or anything."

Rigsby nodded. "I wasn't questioning your judgement, Boss. We have been in this business too long to take chances about anything."

Lisbon pulled out the photo of Angela. "He asked me to look into a murder. The murder of his wife." She handed the photo to Rigsby. "Do you know her?"

Rigsby studied the photo, and nodded. "I remember the murder, but I don't think it was one of us. Not from what I heard from the contacts on the street."

Lisbon took the picture back. "I promised Mr Jane I would help him find answers."

Rigsby nodded. "Boss, about that hit…"

Lisbon shook her head. "They will be waiting tonight for us to retaliate. Give it several days for them to drop their guard, and then hit them, hard."

Rigsby nodded and stood up. He left, leaving her sitting at her desk staring at the picture she had been handed.

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Three dark green motorcycles rode slowly through the eastern half of south Sacramento. The lead rider wanted to get the job done and get out of there before he was spotted by anyone. At the end of the street, an innocent looking house concealed a meth lab, one of four in the Blood Guns' territory. The bikes pulled to a stop outside, and the leader lit a rag in a glass bottle. The Molotov cocktail flew through the front window, and the building immediately caught.

The bikes paused long enough for the occupants to notice them, before speeding off into the night. The flames licked higher, and engulfed the entire building in a matter of minutes.

A/N2: Sorry for the delay in getting this out. Please leave a review for me. Thank you for reading.