Agent Lisbon stood, hands on hips, jacket pushed back, staring up at the large red smiley face. Around her many agents were bustling around, searching through the chaos strewn about Kristina Frye's home. Time seemed to speed up around her, conversations merged into inaudible noises. Everyone seemed to move so quickly.

She couldn't think, she couldn't feel, she couldn't – Anything. She simply stared at the image. There was something, something welling up inside her, knotting in her stomach, ready to erupt like a violent volcano. She fought to keep it at bay, struggled silently in the crowded room. Lisbon's eyes were no longer in focus on the face. In her mind she could hear her own, hysterical voice, yelling at Jane.

'Look at the mess you always leave behind you! Look at how irrational you get! And what does it matter now anyway?'

The last thing she'd said to him.

"Boss" Van Pelt's voice almost wasn't enough to clear her head. She shook herself the rest of the way out of her daydream.

"Yeah, what is it?" Lisbon accepted the paperwork shaking her head slightly, "What's this?"

"Gavin James, forensics found his fingerprints all over the place. Living room, bedroom, bathroom…"

"Bring him in"

Without glancing back at the mocking face Lisbon marched out of the front doors – This was war.

"I need answers from you Mr James," Lisbon insisted across the interview table, "I have two CBI agents and a so called psychic missing"

"She was genuine!" he protested violently back at her. Lisbon glared at him – Not the reaction she had expected to provoke from this well-dressed man of science.

'Struck a nerve have we?' Lisbon thought quietly to herself, "Why did we find your fingerprints all over Kristina Frye's apartment?"

"So I've been to her house, it's not a crime"

"You'd better start talking, there's evidence in that house that's screaming your name; unless you can prove to me that you had nothing to do with this"

"I have a right to remain silent," Gavin folded his arms, "And I want my lawyer," he hissed.

"Right now, we have a team at your home, searching it from top to bottom. Your wife and kids are probably wondering what's going on. You tell me what I want to know, and we'll make the affair with Kristina Frye go away"

Of course she had no idea whether he was having an affair or not. If Patrick Jane had taught her anything, it was to be bold. She needn't have doubted herself though. The man before her recoiled in horror.

"How do you know about that?"

"Start talking"

The affair was indeed Gavin James' only crime – For now. Lisbon pored over the paperwork late into the night, surrounded by coffee. Her desk lamp was the only source of light in the deserted CBI headquarters. She couldn't believe that this had happened. Not so much that Jane had been taken, but Cho, Cho was trained to handle himself well. Something must have gone seriously wrong when they reached Kristina's home. No matter which possibility Lisbon thought of she somehow always came to the grim conclusion that she would never see either of them alive again.

Crossing into their work space realisation finally set in.

Red John had Jane.

Lisbon sank into Jane's desk chair. She stared at the objects sitting on the desk that he rarely sat at. She smiled at the paper frog sat next to the cup that held his pens and pencils. He had his good days, too bad that they usually clashed with her bad days. Lisbon picked up the evidence bag holding the client list. Her eye ran down the page to the highlighted streak through Kristina's name. Following the line across with her finger she read the address. Something suddenly dawned on her. That wasn't the address Kristina had been taken from. The address on the client - fact or fiction? Perhaps an alternative address? Whatever it was, it wasn't slipping through the net. She scribbled it down hurriedly.

Silence, somehow was much more bearable with Lisbon in it. Jane looked through the darkness towards Cho.

"Hey," he whispered loudly, "Cho…"

"Don't talk to me," Cho replied simply.

"Oh you're not still mad at me are you?"

"Seriously… Don't talk to me"

"Spoil sport," Jane mocked.

The irritated agent let his hard steely stare penetrate the darkness in the general direction of Jane. How lucky for the consultant that they were both tied up pretty tightly. Cho would almost certainly have killed Jane by now. Perhaps he could offer his services to the crazed serial killer. He shook his head – a cool head was what he needed right now. As hard as it was, he shut out Jane's voice, closed his eyes, and focused.

On what? Even he had no idea. As long as he didn't manage to get his hands around Jane's throat, everything would be fine – he didn't believe that of course.

"Cho... I can feel you staring at me… It's creeping me out"

With the house finally tracked down Lisbon stepped out of the large CBI vehicle. The house was boarded up; plants were over grown so badly that there was hardly a recognisable route to the door. Rigsby scratched his head in confusion.

"Is this the right place?" he checked the small piece of paper with Lisbon's scrawl over it.

"I checked it twice" came Lisbon's reply.

Van Pelt removed her service weapon, "I hope you're right about this"