"Boss?" Lisbon was ripped away from her thoughts. Cho was standing next to her. "She must have been killed elsewhere." He said, Teresa nodded. "Where is Jane?"
Kimball asked then. "He wanted to stay in the car. I guess he figured it out. He needs a moment." Cho made some incomprehensible noise, then made his way back to the
coroner. The, normally, tough special agent stared a little longer at the corpse of the Medium-Lady, then she went back to the car, back to Jane.
He was still sitting, where she left him, but he didn't seem to be mentally there. He was elsewhere, lost in his thoughts. Teresa touched his arm carefully through the open
window. He looked at her and didn't even need to ask, to know that he was right. He sighed, opened the door, got off the SUV and took his friend's hand. "Let's go." He tried
to hide his grieve, but it was senseless. Everybody knew.
Now the two of them were standing at the crime scene again, looking at the smiley, made from beautiful pink Desert Roses, then at Kristina's body.
"It looks kinda beautiful." Jane said. "She looks so peaceful, like she didn't suffer." He added eventually and turned around to go back, away from his bitter sweet memory.
Teresa Lisbon knew that her consultant needed to be alone right now, so she didn't follow. Instead, she went to the deputy to get better information about the death.
The drive back to the Headquater was even more quiet than the one to the crime scene. Normally, Patrick discussed his thoughts with her, but under these circumstances,
it wasn't neccassary. Both knew the important facts: She was a happy memory Red John promised to kill.
Teresa felt so sorry for Patrick. She knew that he was attracted to Kristina, she liked her herself, eventhough she was a little jealous. But Jane was something like 'happy'
with her. That was good enough.
The two of them went through the security control in the CBI building, then entered the elevator. After the first floor, they were alone in there. Jane noticed that Lisbon looked
even more concerend, and he persumed that it would help to break the silence. "It's ok," The consultant started, looking straight into his good friend's emerald-green eyes.
"I mean, we all knew that it had to happen some day." His words were hard. True, but hard. She didn't dare to answer, just looked at him with wide opened eyes, then
looked to the opening doors.
On their way to Lisbon's office, Jane continued talking. "You know that Red John doesn't joke around. He keeps his promises." "I know." replied Teresa now and sat down
behind her desk. Jane took place on the opposite chair. "Patrick..." Lisbon started and went on after a short break. "I know... We all know how much Kristina meant to you.
And we would totally understand, if you..." Patrick interrupted. "No way! It's Red John. This is personal, this is my business! I can't just stop at this point!" He yelled at her and
sounded very desperate. "Sorry. I know you're all about my welfare." said Jane as he noticed what he just did. "No, it's ok. If you wanna stay on the case, it's fine." She
answered and tried an encouraging smile. "The thing is... I know, I can't help Kristina anymore, it's too late for that. But I want to know my other, happy memory in safety."
Lisbon noticed that he was talking about one memory. One in particular. "Your 'other happy memory'? Which one do you mean? We might help you to keep it safe, if you
tell." She offered carefully, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer. Was he talking about Erica? Or about Piet and Sam, his carni-friends? But before her
consultand could reply, Rigsby entered the room and interrupted the scenario. "Boss." He started, and continued talking after Lisbon detached her worried staring at Jane
and started concentrating on him. "The coroner found a note in Kris... the victim's hand." He gave her a folded white sheet and placed himself behind her so he could read
along.
Dear Mr. Jane - or should I call you Patrick?
We know eachother for such a long time now, and we are even getting closer day by day, aren't we?
As I picked up your dear friend, your love, Kristina, she didn't seem to be scared at all.
She didn't beg for mercy, she didn't say a word.
She understood my point, I persume.
Well, I hope I made you a sweet surprise. I did my best to create a beautiful atmosphere.
But that wasn't my final work, believe me. I know that there are way stronger memories in your head
and I can't wait to get them to know a little better. And I certaily will. Soon.
Good luck!
Yours sincerely,
Red John
Without reading it out loudly, without a comment, she handed it over to Jane. She was shocked. She was even close to tears, but she didn't dare to set them free. She
thought it would be inappropriate. It wasn't her, it was Patrick who had any reason to freak out.
Lisbon couldn't stand watching her friend reading Red John's letter. She changed places, took the seat next to Jane and put her hand on his arm. The moment he noticed,
he pulled her away and left the office. No word, no eye-contact.
He was heading to the attic and left a helpless Wayne and his heart-broken Teresa behind.
He couldn't let Red John hurt his angel.
He couldn't let Red John win.
He couldn't let Red John take the woman who safed him, for god's sake!
