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Grace brought the car to a screeching halt at a dinky little house right off the road in the middle of nowhere, about an hour from where everything had gone down earlier. She saw Cho's car and two other agent's cars, and the flashing lights of the ambulance.

"Oh no," Grace mumbled, fumbling with her seatbelt, she hurried out of the car. "Cho," she yelled coming up behind him.

Cho turned around. "Hey, Rigsby's fine, he'll make it. Looks like he took some cuts with a knife though, deep ones, on his arm and back,"

"Oh god," Grace caught sight of him on the gurney and hurried over, Jane close behind her. "Wayne," she said tearfully, coming up beside him, she slipped her hand in his eyes and gave it a squeeze. "Is he gonna be ok?"

"He lost a good amount of blood, but I think he'll live. We need to get him to a hospital though," the paramedic said.

"Rigsby, what happened?" Jane asked, leaning against the gurney, trying to relieve some pressure from his torso.

Rigsby pulled the oxygen mask off his face. "We got out of the van...Red John...said something ...about a house,"

"Where's Lisbon?"

"Red John said...he didn't like to kill without reason...left me here...boss and him, back in the van. I'm... sorry Jane...I tried,"

Jane squinted his eyes as he looked off in the direction the van had probably left in. "You tried Rigsby, I'm glad you are alive. Not many people can say that after meeting Red John,"

Rigsby nodded and slipped the mask back on.

"Jane! What the hell? I thought you were shot?"

Jane jumped and grimaced at the noise as Hightower came walking over, arms crossed, frown in place.

"I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound. Right, Van Pelt?" he said, standing, his arm going over his wound.

"Yeah, he's fine," Grace said, her eyes still on Rigsby.

"Are YOU alright, Van Pelt?" Hightower asked, eyeing their hands still interlaced.

Reluctantly Grace pulled her hand away as the paramedics came back and wheeled him off. "I'm fine,"

"Rigsby said Red John said something about a house. That mean anything to you Jane,"

Jane shook his head. "I don't-" he was cut off by his phone ringing. Pulling it out of his pocket, his brow furrowed. "It's Lisbon," his heart rate picked up as he flipped it open and brought it to his ear as everyone drew closer. "Yes?"

"Patrick. It's been awhile," the airy voice came over the speaker and Jane's grip on the phone tightened.

"Where is Lisbon?" he said through clenched teeth.

"Not even a please, that won't due. Listen to me closely Patrick. I'm a man who doesn't mind change, I adapt with the times. If you've noticed today, the guns, the extra men, hail of gunfire, not normally me. Speaking of, are you alright?" his voice was slow and light, carefree almost.

"Where is Lisbon?" he emphasized each word.

"She's alive for now. See, I had to change my plans when you guys changed yours by not calling attention to my warning. Not telling anyone, that's good, you did throw me, I had to spend a whole day thinking of how to do what I'm about to do next. Think outside the box, ya know,"

Jane was silent, none of this was sounding good in Lisbon's favor. "You show some bravery, continuing on with your little love affair with this beautiful woman, even after I warned you. True courage right there, true love too. Now, I don't want you to loose your way again, like you did LAST time. We saw who suffered for that mistake,"

"What do you want from me?" Jane seethed.

"I also didn't like how you were so wrapped in her, you didn't pick up my case file once in the past few weeks,"

Jane bit the inside of his cheek with frustration. "What do you want from me?" he growled again, his anger tipping the scale as his patience was wearing thing. He just wanted Lisbon safe.

"I see why though, Ms. Lisbon is a fair beauty, unlike the Frye woman, somewhat mousy, no spunk, not my taste,"

"Don't you, lay a finger on her,"

"She's saved you so many times Patrick, she even saved you from yourself, pulling you out of your little hole of self pity you created for yourself. Let's see if you can save her. I'm sure your friends at the CBI can trace where this call is made from. I'm not going anywhere," and with that Red John hung up.

Jane wordlessly handed the phone back to Cho, who disappeared with it, staring off into the distance, not believing what was happening. His wound was numb, he felt nothing, just dread. His heart felt like it was drowning and no matter how hard he tried to get to the surface, he kept getting pulled down. He was above water when he was Lisbon, if anything happened her, he was sure he would sink.

As Jane ambled aimlessly away from the team, he scuffed at the dirt road with his toe of his tennis shoes, smirking a little at the sight of his shoes. He remembered when they were packing this bag, he had just wanted to pack another suit, and his 'old man' shoes he was wore. But Lisbon had insisted on normal tennis shoes, a pair of washed out jeans, a snug gray t-shirt, that in her opinion hugged all the right places, and cream colored jacket, since he liked layers so much. She loved the way it all looked on him and for him, it had been awhile since he donned normal clothes.

His suits. His suits helped keep him check. Helped keep him business and away from being personal. He wore them all time in his line of work before the CBI and he wore them all time now to keep him focused on his job, which was finding Red John and distant from anyone that tried to get close. But with Lisbon, he would pad around in pjs, jogging pants and t-shirts, be naked; it was personal. She had stripped him out of the suit, both literally and figuratively speaking, away from business and back to the land of the living their relationship. She had saved him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he shoved his hands in his jacket pocket and turned back towards the team.

"We got it," Cho called out as everyone gathered around him. "Looks like an abandon house on the other side of Sacramento. Bout 2 hours from here,"

"Alright, I want teams-"

"No," Jane cut Hightower off who in turned stare at him as if he had just called her a nasty name.

"Excuse me?"

"It's just him. No need for all the teams. Just one and you, Cho, and Van Pelt; the less the better. He didn't say to come alone, so he's expecting alot of people, sirens, megaphones, the whole shazam. We change it up, throw him again, we may have the upperhand,"

Hightower thought about it a moment, then nodded. "Our friends out in New York sent us a thermal vision thing, we haven't used it out here yet, but I think this situation is begging for it. It'll let us see where the warm bodies are inside the building. Make sure Lisbon is even in there before we go busting in,"

Jane nodded, biting his tongue about the "we" busting in; a matter he would discuss when the time came up.

"Alright, let's load up and book it,"

Lisbon's head jerked upright as she came too. First thing coming to her attention was she was wet. Bringing her arms up, she found she wasn't bound at all, she pushed herself up slowly, realizing she was laying in a puddle of water. Looking up she was met with droplets on her face, a leak in the roof. Making a face she pushed herself further up, holding onto the wall for support and looked around the room. It was a good size room, with two chairs sitting in the middle, the only light was from the cracks coming through the boarded up windows on the one side.

Letting out a grunt of frustration she sank slowly back to the ground, resting her arms on her knees, hands clasped together. "Come on Jane," she whispered into the dark.

Suddenly the door swung open and Lisbon looked up. A medium size man, boots, long black leather jacket, leather gloves, scary mask and a hat came sauntering in, followed by two men dressed in jeans and a shirt.

He spoke, that airy, almost innocent, yet creepy sounding voice and Lisbon knew; this was Red John. "Teresa, so glad to finally meet you,"

Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, yet she tried to remain calm. Lifting her head, she stared at him.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

Lisbon stood, hands clenched to her side as she glared at the man behind the mask. "Red John,"

He flipped a switch and a dimly lit light flickered on in the center of the ceiling "Very good. Please, sit with me," he waved a hand to the two chairs in the middle of the room as he made his way to them.

Lisbon didn't move.

"I was afraid of your stubbornness," he said calmly as the two men approached Lisbon.

Lisbon stiffened up and attempted to hold her ground, but the two men were larger and each took an arm, dragging her over to the chair, they shoved her down.

"Goons?" Lisbon questioned, jerking her arms out of their grasp.

He chuckled, his voice echoing through his mask. "You are my prized possession, my greatest catch; can't take any chances now, can I?"

"What do you expect to happen? Jane to come bursting through that door? The CBI?"

"On the contrary, I have no idea what to expect. You two have been changing it up, so I've had change things, it's all quiet a mystery to me as to how this will play out. I WAS just planning on killing you, but like I told Mr. Jane, you all changed my plans,"

Lisbon tried to relax in the chair, trying the show no fear route. "Well gee, thanks,"

He laughed again, then sobered. "Did your father make you this tough character. I would imagine so, beating you and your brothers all those time, showing no fear, even when he cracked a wine bottle over your head was it?,"

Lisbon's face fell, her eyes widened. "How did you..?"

"I do my research,"

Lisbon was silent, her jaw clenched, arms crossed over her chest, she glared at him.

"I haven't decided Teresa, I can either kill you..make Jane suffer, possible even take his own life. Maybe do the same thing I did to Kristina Frye, THAT would truly make him suffer, or deilver you back damaged beyond repair and make him live with it, being with you everyday knowing he cause your...disfigurement,"

Lisbon swallowed, none of those were pleasant options to her. She had to find a way to get out.

"What do you want with him?"

Red John cocked his head to one side."I take pleasure in people's suffering, that's all. Patrick Jane made the mistake of messing with me first. Now it's all just a game,"

"You're a sick sadistic bastard, you know that?"

"I know,"

Lisbon glared at the masked man, feeling the urge just to jump him right there and knock the mask right off his face, but that would surely seal her fate if she did that.

Red John rose and walked over to the windows, peaking out the cracks. "Rain's letting up, the sun is coming out. It's almost time,"

Lisbon mulled it over for a split second. The two "goons" were behind her and Red John was by the window, she had a clear shot to the door, it was now or never.