Red Bones, Red Bones- Chapter 10
"Listen, it's already taken us enough time to get out here-"
"Yes, and now it is our job to get her out of there safe, Jane. We can't do that if you're playing daddy of the year whilst revenging mummy!" Lisbon said quietly, in the car outside Jane's house. Her words were probably a lot harsher than they needed to be, but Jane was right. They were running out of time. They were so close, yet so far away.
They were going to catch him.
Red John.
They were going to get his daughter back.
Charlotte.
The little girl who had been through so much. More than any child should have to go through. She had witnessed the death of her mother. She had been at the hands of a serial killer for upwards of ten years. She had been legally dead for every single second of those ten years. She was the child who had evaded death.
Charlotte.
Red John.
One was associated with the other. One should not be associated with the other, but they were. They were the perfect juxtaposition. A devil and an agent. Blood and water. Evil and good. Guilt and innocence. A killer and a child.
Red John and Charlotte.
Charlotte and Red John.
And now they were going to find them. They were going to separate the killer and the child. They were going to remove the evil from the good. They were going to take Charlotte from his grasps.
Red John.
Always Red John.
Red John, the man who had killed his wife. Red John, the man who had held his daughter hostage. Red John, the man who was inside his house. Red John, the man who was inside of his home. Red John-
"I know you're out there Jane. I know you brought all of your little friends from the CBI, and the Jeffersonion with you. I want you to come out here, Patrick. I want for you and Teresa to come here. I want Teresa to leave her weapon, or Charlotte dies. Patrick? Paddy' boy? Come on friend. Come to me. Come and save your daughter."
"Dad?" A small voice cried out.
That was it. That was all it took to drive Jane over the edge.
Again.
He stood, and walked towards the house. She followed. He looked up, covering his eyes from the sun. She did the same. He looked at her gun. She put it on the floor and kicked it to the house. They were behind them. He could hear them muttering. She could hear their doubts.
They could hear her. Her small whimpers as he pushed the chair she was tied to towards the window. They could see the knife that was pressed up against the top of her neck. They could see her.
And she was stunning.
Her loose blond curls, shining a mind blowing blonde. Locks of different colours. Honey blonde, strawberry blonde, light brown. She had clearly inherited the hair colourings of both her mother and her father. Her eyes were bluer than the sky. Her frame was small, and her skin was fair. She was stunning.
She was a Jane.
"So who am I? Who am I Patrick?"
He had to respond. He had to say the name of his wife's killer. He had to say the name of the man who had kidnapped and tortured his daughter. He had to say the name of the man who made him sick. He had to say the name of the serial killer known as Red John.
But he was ready. It had taken him ten years. It had taken him a suicide attempt. It had taken him falling in love, only to have his heart broken again. It had taken him all of this, to find her. To be able to face him, without feeling the need for revenge. To be able to sacrifice the revenge he had lust for, for the daughter he had grieved. He was ready. He was beyond ready.
"You.."
"Yessss… Patrick? Who am I?" He took a deep breath.
"You're nobody. You're a sad little man with a need to avenge your ego to the world. You're angry because no one knows you. No one sees you. No one can admire your… Handy work.."
He knew. He knew who he was. He knew who this man was. He knew the two words that would identify him. He knew the
"You are Vint Molinari."
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"You are Vint Molinari."
"Of course. Of course you get it. Of course you figured it out." He laughed, and stepped forwards, revealing his face. It was him.
It was Red John.
It was Vint Molinari.
He was Red John.
"Come on up, Patrick. The door is open. Oh and Teresa, leave the gun. I will kill little Charlotte here, if you don't follow my instructions." He stepped out of view before Cho or Booth could get a clear shot, being the only snipers on either team. Jane stepped forwards, closely followed by Lisbon.
They were going to do this. They were going to face down Red John.
A/N- Another really short one (I'm sorry!) but I have to forgive myself. I needed the emphasis. J
I'm also sorry for the slow update! I've been training for ages now for the Virgin London Marathon next on the 21st, so I actually should've had time to update this today, but I pulled a muscle earlier, and I got really bored. Seriously bored. :D Hope you enjoyed it! Reviews?