The Revenge

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Hey readers, hope you're well. This is my first story, please stay nice, you can of course comment, share and vote ! i would love to interact with you guys. 

English isn't my first language ! 

Have a good time :)

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"God, this coffee's cold." 

"You didn't sleep well, did you Lisbon ?"

"Stop acting like this Jane !" She smiled at him, a bit annoyed, putting the cup on her desk. He chuckled.

"Won't happen again, promise !"

" I don't trust your promises." She came and kissed him on his cheek.

"Hey, huh, sorry, both of you, new case for the FBI." Abbott entered in the hallway, searching for them. "Cho's going to explain everything. When do you get married ? Can't wait."

They both looked at him weirdly.

"Just joking." He left. Cho took his place and started his speech seriously, as always.

"Guys, he's right. Anyway, 27 years old man killed on the beach of Sacramento. Muffled with the sand. No trace of violence or sexual assault, he must have been drugged. Thomas Wilson, was working for a nightclub near Las Vegas. Agents are already questioning people there."

"Well, lot of work. Let's see the crime scene. Jane, you're coming ?"

"You'll show me the pictures, I'm gonna stay here for a while and think about getting married with a frequently angry person." Cho smiled and Lisbon just ignored his joke.

"As you want." 

She was leaving when Jane grabbed her arm and she turned back. 

"Take care of you Teresa."

"I will boss" She smiled at him and disappeared behind the gates of the elevator.

¤ One hour later ¤

Patrick Jane was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands when he received a phone call from Lisbon.

I missed her, hope everything is ok

"Hey sweetheart"

"Jane, the murder is more complicated than expected. We are dealing with Red John." 

"Wait- what ? How do you know ?" 

"We found his blood symbol fifty meters away. Seems like the victim tried to escape. The blood was coming from Wilson's throat. He first cut it off but the sand was hiding the wound. Patrick, He returned."

"I know. I've the feeling He's here again now."

"I.. I, uh, I also threw up several times this morning. Must be the coffee or something. But I'm, like, really tired, I'm just- I'm having a rest today."

"Alright, this is worrying me a bit Teresa, I must confess. Please get home safe and take care of you."

"Nothing will happen to me.  See you home tonight"