So here is Chapter 2~ Hope you like it and review pretty please. None of the characters are mine, Boo Hoo
Jane and Van Pelt had arrived at the police station and had set up the system, awaiting the rest of the team, to be updated on the case.
Van Pelt sat there reading the fax paper over and over again as she was bored out of her mind.
"Want to see a trick?" Jane asked, trying to amuse his companion.
"Sure, why not."She responded reluctantly, thinking it may just be another Jane catastrophic event.
"No Catastrophes, I promise." He stated almost as if reading her mind.
Jane swiftly gets up and scans about the book shelf in the police station and picks out a book called, Pathological Entities of Loneliness. He hands the book to Van Pelt. He settles himself in front of Van Pelt, closes his eyes, places both hands over them and starts to speak very slowly and clearly."Listen very carefully. I want you to open the book to a page, any page."
she does as she is told. In an instant a wide smile cracks his face. "Now, I want you to read the first line to yourself and concentrate on every word."
Van Pelt slowly reads the line. Loneliness in adults creates a need in the individuals to formulate bonds, which are usually made with younger children or teenagers.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes"
In this instant, Lisbon, Rigsby and Cho walk in to the room, to find Jane sitting across the table from Van Pelt with his eyes covered and Van Pelt is staring intently at him.
"Lisbon dear, would you give us a minute." Jane says without moving.
Lisbon, Rigsby and Cho look at the two at the table with amusement in their eyes. Van Pelt slowly moves her head and flash a playful smile towards them.
"Van Pelt I want you to concentrate on the sentence, not on Rigsby." Jane says still sitting with his eyes covered, but now a devilish smile is on his face.
Van Pelt blushes and reads the sentence again. Cho moves over and reads the sentence and looks back at Jane.
"Now I want you to send me every word and I will repeat what you are thinking. Clear your mind and send me everything you read." Jane is no longer smiling. His eyes are still closed, but he uses his hands to shut the book and places both hands on the book's hard cover. Slowly he repeats the sentence. "Loneliness in adults creates a need in the individuals to formulate bonds, which are usually made with younger children or teenagers. Page 324"
"Yeah, how did you know." Van Pelt is astounded, as is the rest of the team.
"I can read your mind." Jane says, with his grin back on his face, as he tilts his head to the side.
"He has memorized the book, probably uses for all his acts." Cho says in an indifferent tone.
"Unlikely, since I picked it out of the shelf" He slowly walks and places it back on the shelf, in its exact location. Quickly turns around to face Lisbon and states,"Well, are you going to brief us on the case or stand their and drool at my amazing skills."
"Oh, bite me"Lisbon responds.
She opens the file in her hand."We are looking for Elizabeth Warren, 17 years old from Sea Cliff, San Francisco. she went missing yesterday at 3 in the afternoon after leaving her mother at a restaurant to meet a friend. Friends name is Clare Willcraft, they go to school togerther. Elizabeth never showed up at the meet, Clare waited till 5 and then went home. Elizabeth is an only child, lives with her mother. Her father, Walter Warren, died last year. She has a boyfriend by the name of Mark Anthony Farber. Mother did not allow the relationship, but they would still sneak around."
"Where was she meeting Clare?" Jane asked as he turned his face toward lisbon, who stood by the door.
"Didn't say." she responded, "How about you and I go ask. Rigsby, Cho why don't you figure out where this Farber boy lives and ask a few questions, find what you can."
"Yes, Boss" Rigsby responded
"Van Pelt, dig up other kidnapping cases in this region, see if anything matches with our case."
"On it, boss"
"Jane, let's go." Lisbon turned around, but Jane was gone. "Jane, where did you go?"
"I'm here" he yelled from the small kitchenette, "Getting tea, the airline had the worst beverage system I had ever seen. Their tea was a disgrace."
"Too watery!" Lisbon just rolled her eyes.
He walked toward Lisbon and handed her a Styrofoam cup. "Coffee. Clare isn't going to be much of a talker, you'll need this."
"Thanks, I guess" Lisbon sighed as they walked out the station.
Clare Willcraft lived in a similar home to Elizabeth Warren, except this was a more neoclassical home. Probably the same price since it was clad in french limestone and a chandelier the size of Jane's car hanged over their head as they entered the house. There were more inhabitants in this case and they weren't all depressed and crying.
Clare Willcraft is a plump, blond girl. She wasn't fat, but compared to Lady Warren/Eva she was obese. she had rosy cheeks and plush full lips painted in baby doll pink. Her eyes are a light sea blue and twinkle as she watches Jane find his position in the room. She wore a turquoise Emerald Cove top from Holister and yellow miniskirt with white flip flops. Sand is still stuck between her toes.
"Did you have a nice walk on the beach?"Jane asks
"Yeah, how did you know?" She is still smiling.
"That's unimportant, tell me about Elizabeth." Jane finally finds his position by the couch Lisbon is seated on. "You and her were good friends, did you finally get tired of her and decided to get rid of her with your boyfriend."
"No, I would never do that to her. Plus I don't have a boyfriend, my dad would freak, if I did." She was no longer smiling, was a bit irritated.
"You want to try that again, I am not convinced." Jane leans forward and stares her in the eye. "who is the boy in the picture?"
"What boy? What picture?"
Without taking his eyes off of her or straightening his back, he lifts his hand and points to a non existent picture on the wall right behind him.
Both Lisbon and Clare turn their attention to the spot on the wall, where there used to be a small frame and the pin that used to hold the frame in place is still there.
Clare looks down and puts her head in her hands. Lisbon is now looking at Jane who hasn't even blinked in the last 4 minutes.
"Well?" He finally states.
"Mark Anthony Farber."
Lisbon is shocked. This Farber boy really does get around. Probably another secret affair, with a rich dahlia.
