A/N: Just a glimpse at what could have happened after 6x01
"Jane?" Jane was hovering in the middle of the bullpen. Somehow he managed to drag himself to where the team was.
"Jane? Are you alright? You look like you're going to be sick", VanPelt questioned him.
"Haha yea dude. Is Lisbon pissed at you?" Rigsby added.
"No", Jane whispered.
"Then what's your problem?", Cho chimed in.
Jane's face donned a look of horror and disbelief. How could this be happening.
"...Lisbon...", his voice cracked. "She...Red John. Red John has her." He was going to be sick. He couldn't speak. Or breathe.
"What?" Rigsby yelled.
All three of the agents bolted out of their seats.
VanPelt walked to Jane and put a hand on his shoulder. She guided him to the sofa and pushed him into a sitting position. "Jane, you have to tell us what happened."
Cho and Rigsby flanked them. Cho also tried dialing Lisbon's number. Rigsby looked at him expectantly. "Nothing", Cho said. Flipping his phone shut and stuffing it in his pocket.
Jane just stared into space. He couldn't form words. What was happening? Not Lisbon. No, not his Lisbon.
"Grace...I...I don't...know", Jane spoke.
"Jane look at me. Tell us what's going on. Red John called you?" VanPelt said.
No reply.
"Jane!" Cho grabbed Jane's face and made him pay attention.
Suddenly, Jane snapped out of his trance. "Yes. Ugh yes. I called Lisbon to apologize, but Red John...he answered. I didn't know what to say. He...he has her."
"Go check her office for signs of where she might be", Cho ordered Rigsby.
"Wait. I may know. Lisbon...she asked me to track all of the suspects' phones. She had the GPS locations of all the suspects transmitted to her computer. I'll go check it out", VanPelt said. She glanced at Jane. His eyes were tearing up and his mouth was hanging open. This was not good. He was useless.
After digging around Lisbon's computer VanPelt finally found something useful. "Okay. It says that she focused in on this address", VanPelt showed Rigsby and Cho.
"Yea, SACPD just called asking us if we knew what was going on at the location we were at. Apparently Lisbon responded to a distress call in this neighborhood. It matches the location of Brett Partridge's phone location", Rigsby informed them, while showing them the address he scribbled down.
"Let's go", Cho ordered. He put a hand under Jane's arm and hoisted him up. "Get up. She needs you."
Jane didn't reply. But he ran frantically to the elevator with the rest of the team.
"Jane you're with me. Get in", Cho pushed Jane in the CBI vehicle. "I'm calling for back-up. We wait to go in together. All of us. She would want us not to split up", Cho addressed Rigsby and VanPelt. Then, slammed the door and peeled out of the parking lot. Rigsby and VanPelt nodded and followed close behind.
Cho glanced at Jane. He was holding the car handle in a death grip. His knuckles were so white, Cho could see bone. His jaw was clenched, lips pushed in a thin line. He was looking straight ahead, eyes filled with pure rage.
"Five minutes out", Cho informed Jane while pressing even harder on the gas pedal.
The second they arrived on scene Jane swung the door open and jumped out. Cho hadn't even stopped yet. "Jane! Stop!"
Cho exited the vehicle and ran over to Jane who was being barricaded by three SACPD officers. "Sir you can't go in there. It's now an official crime scene."
"What?", Cho wanted answers. No. Damn it. Not a crime scene.
"A body was discovered in a bedroom upstairs." The officer's answer made Jane stopped pushing against them.
"What kind of body?" Cho asked
"Let's see..." The officer looked down at his notes. "Female. Caucasian. Mid to late 30's. Dark, curly hair."
Oh no. Shit, thought Cho.
And within the span of 8 seconds Jane had gotten into the house. He exploded in a fit of rage. Flailing his arms. Punching whatever his fists could come into contact with. He managed to knock down two of the officers and had punched the other one square in the jaw.
He flew into the house and jumped up the stairs two at a time. "Lisbon!" He called out to her, terrified. He made it to the top and saw his destination. He was going to be sick. The feeling of dread so familiar. Knowing the heartbreaking scene he was about to come across. He couldn't do this. He wasn't strong enough. He needed her to be with him. But he had to do it. He didn't have much time. He had to see it for himself. What Red John had done to her.
He found the door cracked open. He kicked it with his foot. What nightmare was he going to uncover?
His legs moved him passed the threshold, which is when he saw it. The kiss of death. The sign of dread. There, drawn on the wall, silently mocking him. Red John's signature. He looked away with a feeling of hate running through his veins. He noticed that the carpet and room were spotless, nothing seemed out of place. He turned to the left and found the bed. And there laid out like a spectacle, was where he saw her. His boss. His partner. His best friend.
Cho got to the entrance of the house, but then turned around. He realized the officers had recovered and were following close behind. "Look, we're CBI Agents. You just described our boss. I can handle this."
"Are you kidding me? Hell no, he just assaulted us."
"That woman is his partner. If you have a problem contact Director Bertram. But for now, stay out of it."
Rigsby and VanPelt quickly met up with him. They turned around, to face the SACPD officers, and drew their guns. "This is a Red John investigation. The CBI has custody over everything Red John related. This crime scene could have classified evidence that only the CBI has rights to", Rigsby informed them.
Cho didn't wait for their replies. He climbed the stairs after Jane.
His Lisbon. There she was. Face down, on the bed, and covered in red. So much blood. How could it all come from such a tiny person. How could this be her. Jane was frozen. Time stood still. He couldn't hear and he could barely see. She's gone. Forever. Just like his family. Anyone he loves gets taken from him. Is this real? How could this be real? She was his partner. He was supposed to keep her safe. Instead, he ruined her life. He made her angry and caused her to get hurt. He practically handed her over to Red John. He had done exactly what Red John has wanted all along. To break him. Take away the one thing keeping him alive, keeping him sane. Jane fell to his knees next to the bed. Hot tears rolled down his face. He reached a hand up to touch her. She deserved that much. She was probably so cold. He had failed to protect her. His fingertips grazed her dark curls. It was all too much, he turned around and emptied his stomach. He was a mess. His mouth opened. He cried out for her. "Lisbon", he repeated over and over again. He couldn't catch his breath. He kept saying her name, hoping she would reply. Maybe wake him up from this horrible nightmare.
"Jane, it's Cho. I'm coming in. I have to...", he trailed off.
Jane knew what Cho meant. He had to check for a pulse, make sure she really was dead. Jane continued to sob violently. He lowered his forehead and started to bang his fists on the ground. All he felt was blind rage. Nothing else. His world had collapsed. The only thing that mattered now was hunting down Red John.
"Jane", he heard. Why should he respond? What good would it do?
"Jane...I think...there's a pulse."
"Jane! Get up and help me. I think there's a faint pulse."
TBC. I think this story is only going to be one or two more chapters. Thanks for reading