White Rose

Chapter 29: Jisbon's POV

A/N: While I was inactive the other day I hit 5k and am now at 5.6 and I am so amazed. All of you loyal readers are truly amazing, especially since I've been slacking A LOT lately. I know I've said it a billion times, but I never expected people to like my writing, so yeah, still in a little bit of shock! Like I said a few chapters back, I'm working on how to end this story, I'm thinking probably around chapter 32-34 maybe, not sure yet. In return for your amazing patience, here is a long chapter :)

THIS CHAPTER SWITCHES BETWEEN JANE AND LISBON/ANNIE

~Jane~

God dammit! I'm storming through the forest, gripping the gun even tighter now than I was before. Angela was alive, had been this whole time. Why? Why would she do this to me? To Charlotte? Was Charlotte still alive? Oh God, please let Charlotte be alive, please let Teresa and Annie be alive. All of the time I had spent in the psychiatric hospital, the numerous hours of grief counseling with Sophie, the hatred for myself and for Red John, and she was never really gone.

"TERESA!" I yell out angrily, my voice cracking through the crisp air like a falling tree, "ANNIE!"

"Jane!" I hear a whisper behind me and I turn around quickly to see Fischer, looking all too frazzled in the darkness, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I, uh, we encountered a suspect. I thought I'd be more useful looking for Lisbon."

"Don't lie." She smirks, "Cho already called me. So who is she?"

"Just an, ah, old friend." I lie, "Can we keep moving please?"

"Of course." She responds, maneuvering around me, "Roberts, this is Jane."

"Hi." He stifles a wave.

"Yes, while I'm one for introductions, we have a more important task at hand, now let's go, Fischer, please."

~Lisbon~

I open my eyes and I see Jane, he's holding a baby in his arms and they're both crying. I try to run to him but I stumble and fall, everything fading to black. I start to come to and I'm back in that room, but it's different now. It's set up like a nursery, painted a light pinkish-red, with stuffed animals and other toys littering the floor. I see a crib in the corner of the room and walk towards it, my ankles stinging from the fall.

"Hi there little guy." I coo, a baby with blue eyes and blond hair smiles back at me, "Where's your mama?"

"Ma-ma." He giggles and sticks his foot in his mouth. I reach down and pick him from the crib when I hear someone enter the room, "Da-da!"

"Where am I?" I ask as a man walks towards me and extends his arms, the child reaching for him.

"You, Miss. Lisbon, are in a very special place. Consider this a sort of- day care-" he shrugs, "and my boss, he's a very demanding man. Who better to help me raise these kids than someone who raised her own brothers?"

"I, I'm not sure I can do that." I stutter, "I have a career with the FBI, they need me."

"But so does this little man." He replies and hands the baby back to me.

I have to admit the baby is absolutely adorable. I shift him on my waist and he grabs a handful of my hair, shoving it in his mouth.

"Hey, Patrick!" The man sighs, stuggling to remove my hair from the infant's mouth, "Stop that!"

"Did you say his name was Patrick?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I just, I have a friend named Patrick and this is exactly the kind of thing he would do."