Lisbon twisted her hands once more, attempting to loosen the zip tie that was already cutting into her skin. She winced as it started rubbing against raw flesh, and let out a frustrated sigh. Also not mistaking the cool feel of a metal cuff on one of her wrists, she struggled to remember where that had come from. She felt Rigsby, next to her, shifting around as well, and it brought a little comfort to her to know she wasn't alone. Although she feared it would soon take a turn for the worse. She didn't hear anyone else's breathing but their own, as the van sped along the road. Bumping every once in a while sending Lisbon and Rigsby skidding around in the back where they had been wrestled down, tied, and then left to be haphazardly tossed about by the jostling of the van.

She remembered the rain of bullets, Grace grabbing her, and then Rigsby grabbing both of them, hurtling them behind a dumpster. That's when she remembered hearing Grace yell to Rigsby "Do it, now!" and then that's when she felt the cuff go around her wrist.

She heard Jane call her name and when she tried to stand, she was jolted back, and that's when she realized she had been cuffed to Rigsby. But before she could respond, she was yanked by her coat collar and then by her arm, Rigsby dragging along, towards a van that had screeched up to end of the alley.

More bullets sprayed, Lisbon didn't know where they were coming from all she thought of was Jane. She yelled his name, followed by a 'help', knowing he wouldn't be able to do much. Trying to kick and shove, which was a little difficult one arm, she twisted around just in time to see Jane stumbling out from behind a dumpster. She remembered seeing his vest, stained with red.

She pressed her eyes shut, praying that he was okay.

"Boss, you okay?"

"Yeah, just great," Lisbon muttered.

"Sorry, you might of had a chance if you hadn't of been cuffed to me,"

"No, they would of gotten what they came for regardless," she said quietly. "Whose idea was it?"

"Cho's. We didn't tell you guys cause we knew you'd be against it. Whoever was closest was to cuff themselves to you. Two is better than one, right?"

Lisbon scoffed. "Yeah, I'm sure for a serial killer like Red John, he'll be thrilled,"

She heard Rigsby sigh and felt bad for her sarcasm. "Thank-you though," she added softly. "There is more hope with you here,"

"I've got a transmitter one me boss," he said quietly, "They'll find us,"

Lisbon's heart started beating more positively at that news. And despite circumstances she felt a small smile go across her lips, feeling a sense of pride of how her team came up with such an idea. But than reality came crashing back to her that this was Red John. "Let's just hope in time,"

He felt fuzzy as a the paramedics lifted him up onto a stretcher. He pressed his eyes shut against the pain, knowing it was all in his mind, he let out a deep breath to try to ease it out. No wonder he was so scared of guns and getting shot, it hurt like a bitch. He felt his shirt get ripped open, felt Grace's hand squeeze his shoulder.

"Grace. Lisbon?"

"They got her Jane. Wayne too. He's wearing a transmitter, Cho is tracking them now. Him and Hightower and a a few other agents are following,"

"What...happened?" he winced as a paramedic pressed a piece of gauze to his wound.

"Shooters on the roof. We don't know how many. Then van pulled up , three guys got out and grabbed Lisbon,"

"How did they get Wayne too?"

"He cuffed herself to him,"

Jane squeezed his eyes shut. The voice in his head telling him Rigsby's blood was on him. Adding to the list. "Why the hell-"

"He's got a transmitter on him, Cho and Hightower are tracking it now,"

Jane's eyes widened, as he felt the adrenaline start pumping through him. "Hey, is it fine down there?" he asked the paramedic, motioning to the wound.

"Just a flesh wound. I wanna take you in thought, get you stitched up,"

Jane waved him off. "Later. Grace. We have to go,"

"What? Jane you were just shot,"

"It's a flesh wound, I don't care. Come on," Jane bit back a yell as he pulled him self up, swinging his legs off the side of the gurney.

"Mr. Jane, please stay on-"

"I'm fine," Jane said through gritted teething, holding tightly to the rail on the gurney. "Van Pelt, tell them,"

Grace looked from Jane to the paramedics like she was trying to decide what to do, then finally waved off the paramedics, telling them she would be with him.

"Okay, now help me, let's go,"

"Jane you are covered in blood, at lea-"

There's a suitcase in Lisbon's car. We carried one around just in case we needed to bolt,"

Grace slipped an arm around Jane, letting out a grunt as he leaned heavily against her. "Boss is gonna kill me," she mumbled as they made their way to Lisbon's car.

"Let's hope she stays alive long enough to do that,"

About an hour later of drive, the van Lisbon and Rigsby were in, came to an unpleasant halt. Voices were heard, and so was the swinging of a porch door, car doors and footsteps.

"Boss, listen, whatever happens. Tell Grace...tell her I love her, and I just want her to be happy," Rigsby said in a hurried whisper.

Lisbon bit her bottom lip as the harsh reality set in. "I will,"

The van doors opened, and she felt hands on her arms as she was yanked out, Rigsby following.

"What is this?" a soft, slighter higher pitched voice asked. It made Lisbon shudder at the sound of it.

"He was cuffed to her. Nothing we can do, they were shooting back at us. So we just grabbed him.

Lisbon heard, what she assumed was Rigsby's blindfold coming off and felt him jerk around next to her. Reaching out her fingers, she found Rigsby's hand and squeezed them tightly, as if it were a goodbye.

"Mr. Wayne Rigsby. Attempting to be a hero are we?" the airy voice asked.

Rigsby was silent.

"I don't like to kill unnecessarily," his voice moved, Lisbon guessed he was circling them. "Nor do I like to kill unplanned. Half the reason why Mr. Jane pissed me off that day and his family suffered the consequences," his boots crunched on the gravel as he circled them. She felt a hand on a wrist, and heard the clinking of the cuffs, then the metal was slipped from her skin. She assumed someone picked the lock on it, as a pair of hands grabbed her by her forearms and jerked her away. She kicked and twisted, knowing it was useless as she was still blindfolded.

She heard a chuckle. "Oh, my dear Teresa, that is futile. But I do admire your spunk. I bet you give Patrick a run for his money,"

Suddenly she heard metal slicing flesh, Rigsby cry out, and a thud on the ground.

"Rigsby!" she yelled, struggling harder. "Rigsby!"

"I'm alright boss," Rigsby responded, she could hear the pain in his voice.

Another slice, another yell from Rigsby, and another thud. She heard Rigsby panting as shifting on the ground.

"Stop it! Stop it! Leave him alone, please. Please," Lisbon cried, struggling at the hands that held her in place. Footsteps coming towards her made her stop. She felt a face close to hers and she shuddered, knowing it was Red John

"For you Teresa," a voice said, and she felt a hand caress her cheek and then it was gone. "I am not a monster, if you recall, I did save Patrick Jane from being murdered, I could of done a much better job than those clowns, and spared that fat boy's life at at that" he sighed. "Leave him. Maybe he'll bleed out before they find him. Back to the house." the airy voice said as he walked away.

"Boss!" Rigsby called out in a choked yell.

She could hear him struggling to stand. "Rigsby, stay put. They'll find you, just hang on," Lisbon yelled over her shoulder as she was shoved back in the van. Before the doors shut she heard another person clamber in behind her. A hand grabbed her arm, she jerked it away. The back of a hand connected with her cheek and she banged against the wall of the van, everything becoming fuzzy and far away. She felt the sleeve of her go up and a prick of a needle pierce her skin, then slipped into the black.