The Desert Rose -1-
Jane was lying on his old, brown couch, as Lisbon entered the office. He seemed to be asleep,
so calm, so innocent. Actually she didn't even want to wake him up, but she received a call,
a new case, and she knew that Jane would be very mad at her if she didn't.
Teresa sighed, knelt down next to his head and poked his shoulder.
"Jane? Wake up!" she whispered. "We have a case!" Jane moaned and opened his eyes slowly. "Lisbon!"
he said quietly and smiled. "Good morning." he sounded sleepy. A slight smile was on her face.
"We have a case she repeated and stood up again. "Huhmm..." Jane made and sat up. "What is it?"
The brown haired special agent looked concerned. "They found a woman's body in Mojave Desert.
Throat slit. Looks like Red John." She didn't dare to look into Patrick's blue eyes.
After Red John announced to kill Jane's beautiful memories, she could imagine that this was
gonna be a horrible case.
"Let's go!" the blond consultant said, picked his jacket and pulled Teresa to the elevator.
On the three-hours trip, nobody lost a word. There was this ugly tension between them and Lisbon watched
her colleague's worried face. He was staring out of the window. She knew that he was thinking of who the
victim might be, and that she couldn't boost his moral, with nothing. Talking would even make it worse,
she thought.
As the coroner came in their sight, Patrick started talking. "I stay in the car." he said. Lisbon couldn't
believe it. "Are you sure?" she asked as their eyes met. "I need a moment." He added then and Teresa nodded.
She wasn't quite sure, but she thought to see a single tear on Jane's cheek.
As the senior agent left the car, the consultant smiled a litte. And as she reached the crime scene, she
figured that Jane found out.
Beautiful pink flowers were put on the ground, forming this well known smiley face. At the head of
this piece of art was a tree, wearing the same flowers. Among the branches was a body, wrapped in a red scarf.
It was a woman, her face was very peaceful with a slight smile. Her eyes were closed and her red curls were
hanging down freely.
Teresa Lisbon couldn't breath. Goosebumps covered her skin. It was a shock for her and now she unsterstood
why Jane wanted to stay in the car.
Red John's latest victim was Kristina Frye. A psychic lady. A happy memory of Jane. A woman he fell for.
Kristina Frye has already been kidnaped by Red John once, and as they found her she acted weird. Pretended
to be dead. Now she really was. Her throat was slit. Clean. No blood.
