Chapter 3
She knew that the fun was over when she woke up the next morning. Unhappiness covered her like a blanket, she just wanted the walls to come crashing down and end her misery.
She stood up slowly, almost like in a trance, and did her usual chores mechanically.
When she prepared breakfast, she suddenly heard noises coming from the door- a klicking sound, like metal grating against metal. She slowly went there to look after its origin- her glock far away on the shelf in her living room.
The door crashed open, hitting her in the face, her nose started to bleed immediately, Lisbon tried to fight but a giant black shadow overwhelmed her without difficulty, a knife slid through her dress and slashed her abdomen, her hands, her arms, her legs, there was so much blood everywhere, she tried to grab for the carpet, the door, anything, but her vision blurred and then, everything went black, and the thoughts flew away like butterflies into a dark thunderstorm.
xMentalistx
She wasn´t there.
Cho was worried sick, it was so unlike Lisbon to stay away from work without so much as calling, but Jane, who sat grim and gaunt on his couch drinking tea, knew better- he had seen the hurt he had caused her, the tears, the sorrow in her eyes when he had been as unmoving and unresponsive as a statue made of cold marble. Sure, she had felt his lust, but he hadn´t held her, hadn´t touched her, hadn´t allowed her the kiss she was craving so much. He hadn´t returned her tenderness. He hadn´t even thanked her for saving him when no one else could.
Somehow, he hadn´t expected her to show up today. How could she put away that pain and just pretend everything was fine?
He swallowed the tea and was grateful for its searing heat- he wanted to hurt, he deserved it. He was a miserable excuse for a man, he had wounded the only person that truly cared about him, he was selfish and mean and as cold as ice. Nothing of his former self, the Patrick Jane before Red John, who loved and was loved, was left anymore, he was just a shadow now, playing cynical games and smiling hollow smiles…he shut his eyes and carefully released a pent up breath. He couldn´t break down just now. He had to function, to think logical, concentrate on the facts- he had to avenge his beloved family- that was his only cause, nothing else mattered. Lisbon was just- collateral damage. He was sorry that it had to be her, but he couldn´t help it- she would get over it, somehow.
He looked up to her empty office. And suddenly he was so lonely it felt like dying.
Cho brought him from his brooding thoughts when he stepped up to his couch.
"No," he said, "she would NEVER do this. Something must have happened. Maybe she needs help- we have to look for her. I´´ll go to her house and see if she´s there."
He already donned his jacket when Jane heard himself say: "I´m going with you!"