Red Bones, Red Bones- Chapter 12.
"Hello Patrick, Teresa." This was sick.
"Vint-" This was so, so sick.
"Now now Patrick, why don't we let our guest put her two pence worth in first?" This was so incredibly sick it made Volker seem like a saint. "Teresa?"
She didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything. Letters wouldn't string into words, words wouldn't string into sentences, sentences wouldn't string into speeches.
This man.. He was a monster. Her mind couldn't register the shock of having found out that he.. That red John was an actual person. Not some red eyed blood sucking demon, and actual person. The kind of person that you don't look at twice in the streets. The kind of person you smile at and say morning as you shuffle through the crowds. The kind of person you have a chat with as you walk to your car. How can this man be such a-
"Monster? Agent Lisbon. I'm not a monster, I'm just a man, who, as Patrick here so nicely put it, is angry at the world for ignoring me. But you know that's not true, don't you? Everyone knows who I am. I'm like the real life version of Super Man." He laughed.
And that was what got her. The way he was surrounded by cops, the way he knew he couldn't- he wouldn't- get out of here, and yet he was so smug. So incredibly smug that it hurt. He was pleased with himself. He congratulated himself for her loss of words. He congratulated himself for torturing Charlotte. He congratulated himself for killing so many. He congratulated himself for having so many deluded minions. He congratulated himself for eating away at Jane.
And that made her find her voice.
"No.. No you're not. You are a monster. You kidnapped this little girl, you tortured her. You tortured her father, for what? Because he pissed you off in an interview? Because he got a little to smug?" She laughed out loud. "Guess what? This is the real world Super Man! People do that! People get a little big headed! People get a little arrogant! That doesn't mean you can kill their wives and kidnap their children!"
"Is there something you would like to say to me, Agent Lisbon?" He stepped forwards, now only a few feet away from her, backing her towards a wall.
"Yeah. There is Vint." She laughed again, as backed her against the wall. "You. Are. A. Monster."
And then she heard it. She heard the screams of the young girl. She heard the shouts of her father. She heard the laughter of the serial killer. She heard three gun shots.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
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This was it. This was him. This was the last man his wife had seen. This was the man who had tortured his daughter. This was the man who had killed her.
His love.
His first love.
This was the man who had pushed Lisbon into silence when she first saw him. This was the man she was arguing with. This was the man who was moving past him, ignoring him in his rage fuelled mission to get to and kill Lisbon.
His second love. His true love.
Lisbon.
He realised what she was doing. She was distracting him. She was distracting him with her words filled with passion and hatred. She was giving him a chance. And he was going to take it.
He slowly and stealth fully moved towards Charlotte, as she shook with fear in her chair. The one she was bound to. The one she was sinking in to. He knew what he had to do.
He sunk down so he was level with her, and moved to her ear. He knew what he had to say to make her calm. He knew what he ha to do.
"You are safe, you are loved and you are wise." That was it. She was calm. She trusted him, he was going to make it okay.
And then he heard it. He heard her screams. He shouted out himself. He heard the laughter of the serial killer. He heard the three gun shots.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
XXX
She knew this was risky. She knew that she would be reprehended for it. She knew that her actions could get them all killed.
She knew it could save them to.
Her breathing was steady, easy, like she had been taught in the police academy. She was calm, slowly making her way up the stairs. She could hear Lisbon. She could hear her shouting. She could hear her giving him a mouthful. Give it to him Lisbon. Make him .P.A.Y.
She walked around the house like a predator. She was silent, and she was going to go down through the roof. Jane had shown her the blue prints to the house, and she knew there was a built in wardrobe at th back of the room with a hatch to get into the loft. All she had to do was get past them.
She went on all fours when she entered the loft. Her gun back in its holster she slowly edged along the loft. These flooring panels were thin. She could still hear Lisbon, calling him a monster now. She found the hatchet, about five meters away from the one she had entered through. Pulling it open, she dropped into the small room.
The door was partially open, and she could see Lisbon backed against the wall as Jane spoke to his daughter. She could hear him too.
"You are safe, you are loved and you are wise."
It was now or never.
She burst the door open, and she heard the screams of the young girl. She heard the shouts of her father. She heard the laugh of the serial killer. She heard the three bullets that she fired.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
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Chaos became of them. People running. People screaming. Outsiders trying to get a look. News reporters trying to get the gossip, because they all knew. They had all been told.
He was in custody.
He had been shot down.
He was in critical condition at a hospital, doctors fighting to save his life to make him pay for what he did properly.
Red John.
Red John was dying. Red John was as good as dead.
XXX
"Today, a great thing happened. After fifteen years of active killing, a serial killer known as Red John was apprehended by one of our most successful teams. We have Agents Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt along with consultant, Patrick Jane, to thank for the capture of this killer. Today, at approximately halve past one, Agent Lisbon and consultant Patrick Jane had to face the killer, as he held Patrick Jane's daughter hostage. The decision was made that, as the smallest and quietest of the agents who had been left outside in the face off, Agent Van Pelt would come to the rescue. She came through the loft of the building and through the built in wardrobe. She then surprised the killer whilst Agent Lisbon distracted him. Charlotte Jane, the child who was believed dead until the Jeffersonion team proved that otherwise, is with her father, and will make a full recovery. Red John has been identified as Vint Molinari. He is known to have many informants, moles and minions throughout the entire board, and this teams job, once they have all gone through the proper procedure, will be to catch and imprison those people.
"Vint Molinari, AKA Red John, received three shots to the back, and is now fighting for his life. I would just like to have a moment of silence, a moment of prayer whilst I ask the public to think of the sacrifices these teams have made. These agents have risked a lot throughout the investigation. They took it on where others wouldn't. I would like for this moment to be in memory of Samuel Bosco's team, who also had the case, but were killed by an insider. All of these brave people have given up a lot to take killers off of the street. Today, we see an example of amazing teamwork, and the things that these brave people can do. These people have gone into the darkest of corners, faced their biggest fears, risked their lives for civilians. These people know of some of the worst things and darkest patched in America, and every day, they face that. Alone. Here, we see how these people are the best of us, how they are our guardian angels. They are blessings." Minnelli finished up and moved from the podium as the news reporters started flinging questions at him.
"Thank you, sir." Lisbon said as he walked past.
"Thank you, Lisbon, for catching Red John. That goes for all of you." He looked at both of the two teams. "You have done a great deed today, and you will all be rewarded for it. Now, you will have to excuse me, I have to go and deal with the formalities." He nodded and stalked off.
"Bones we have another set of remains in DC to get to…" Booth said as he snapped his phone shut.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt, Jane. I'm sure you enjoyed working with me and my team just as much as we did yours. If you ever have any degraded remains-"
"Bones, we really have to go-"
"Feel free to call us in." She smiled at them and walked away, Booth following closely behind after he said his goodbyes.
"Well. That's Doctor Brennan for you." Rigsby laughed.
"Someone's in a good mood Rigs." Lisbon raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah it's just.. Ergh.. I.." He stuttered, moving away from Van Pelt who was now bright red.
"Look- the paramedics are bringing Jane's daughter out." Cho cut him off.
There she was. Just as stunning, if not more, as when they first saw the girl. Her eyes the same piercing blue, her hair the same staggering blondey brownish colour, her face still a holding a paleness that made her lips seem pinker, fuller. Mad her eyes seem that little bit bigger. Made her hair shine that little bit brighter. She was a new level of beauty.
She was a Jane.
And there was the Jane, plastered to the side of the hospital bed she was in. He didn't give them a second glance, more worried about the safety of his daughter.
His daughter.
The little girl who was now on her way to the hospital. The not so little girl that had been through more than any child should. The girl who needed her father.
Jane.
"We should all get to the hospital, for support." Lisbon said, looking towards her car. The team nodded, waiting eagerly to meet the littlest Jane.
Lisbon looked up. There he was. With her. His daughter. The most beautiful girl she had ever seen.
They were beautiful.
Father and daughter.
Father and daughter, reunited.
Beautiful.
She sighed and began making her way to the car. It was going to be a long ride.
A/N- This is coming to a close now.. Seriously, I think there will be one more chapter and an epilogue. Reviews to keep me writing! :) :)