My God
Lisbon stared at the letter for what felt like hours. Only when Rigsby came and took it from her did she register where she was.
"He's going to die, and its all my fault."
"No he's not. Just got a call. Jane arrived at the safe house ten minutes ago. He's safe boss."
"You really think Jane being in a safe house is going to stop Red John. You know that when his mind is set, he gets results."
"You sound as if you have given up hope." Said Rigsby as he eyed his boss.
"I don't know." She replied, her voice completely helpless.
Rigsby left the room, leaving his broken boss to ponder her thoughts. What if Jane really was in trouble? Would they be able to stop Red John? Rigsby didn't want to thing about it, yet his trail of thought just kept coming back to the question. Is Jane going to die?
The phone rang and rang, Rigsby didn't notice until Cho threw a screwed up piece of paper at him.
"California Bureau of Investigation…" Rigsby eyes widened in shock as he listened to the voice at the other end of the phone. He practically dropped the phone as ran to his boss's office.
"Jane is gone." Rigsby paused as he took in his boss's fearful expression "They found blood too."
"How much." She managed to choke out.
"Not a lot, the amount of blood was consistent to that of a head wound." Rigsby felt his heart drop at the sight of his boss "Jane was defiantly taken by force."
9
His head throbbed. He tried to open his eyes but there was some sort of fabric covering them. He could here water drop and footsteps. Splashes of water as the footsteps treaded through the thin layer of water that flooded the floor. He could feel rope cutting into the flesh of his wrists and ankles.
"Do you know why you are here Jane?" said a voice mockingly.
"No," replied Jane, his voice hoarse.
"You made a fool out of me Patrick Jane. That is something I can never let slip."
"You killed my wife and child. Is that not punishment enough?"
"I understand you are engaged Mr Jane." The voice paused "I suppose I should congratulate you. But unfortunately for you, you shall never see your wedding day. The death of your family is not punishment enough. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. To kill the famous so called psychic Patrick Jane."
"Then do it already."
"I am waiting for someone." The voice paused again "I don't want to put on such a good show without an audience."
Jane swallowed hard as he caught the drift of what he was saying. Red John was going to force Lisbon to watch.
"You see I just bought this wonderful new set of chairs. Be a shame not to use them, wouldn't it?"
"You're a sick son of a bitch you know that?" said Jane, venom dripping from his words.
Red John kicked Jane hard in the ribs, again and again. A terrible crack sounded. Jane doubled over in pain, coughing uncontrollably. Blood splattered over Jane's pale lips.
"Oh dear, did I do that?" spat Red John, a sick grin covering his face "You insult me again and it will be worse."
Jane shivered on the cold wet floor. If this is how I die, I shall not let him see my fear thought Jane as he lay, blind on the floor.
"Well then Mr Jane, lets hope that your friends take the bate." said Red John, changing the subject. Jane could hear the worry in his voice. Red was unsure.
Jane smiled, but it disappeared almost as soon as it appeared. He could not take another beating like the one he had just received. It would surely kill him. His vision became misty as his consciousness began to slip away. Soon he fell into the black abyss of oblivion again.
Well there is the next chapter. Sorry it took so long. I am moving in with my dad so it's all a bit hectic at the moment. Hope you enjoyed. Please review XD