While Jane was spending some time alone, Lisbon recovered a little from her partner's rough reaction. She didn't really want to think about it. He was stressed, shocked, that's all, she said to herself.
While Lisbon was reading the case file on her couch, she realized for the first time that Red John not only changed his target group, but also his killing pattern. He had murdered Kristina somewhere else, cleaned her even up. At home maybe? She made a note to herself, so she wouldn't forget to go and check the murder scene. Maybe with Cho. Then she continued reading. The forensics didn't find any sort of medication in Kristina's blood or stomach. The question popped into her mind how she could have such a relaxed, even smiling face? No sign of pain, no sign of suffering.
She remembered what this creepy psychic Barlow told her. That Red John had powers. Maybe he had put her in a strong trance, hypnotized her, like Jane did from time to time with witnesses and suspects. Well, whatever. No more interesting facts in the report, so she threw it on her desk, then asked van Pelt to get information about Kristina's current address. A house nerby Sacramento.
Teresa grabbed the keys for the car and ordered Cho to come with her.
As they got in the elevator, Patrick was just coming down the stairs from his thinking room. "Where are you going?" he wanted to know, pretending that nothing happened before, while he stoped the doors from closing. Lisbon answered cold and calm, colder as she actually wanted. "We're going to Frye's property. The place she might have been killed." Jane jumped into the elevator. "Without me?" Lisbon didn't reply this time. "We thought that you wanted to be alone, needed some rest." Cho finally said, as he noticed that his Boss didn't quite know what to say. "Very thoughtful. Thanks." the consultant replied in an ironic tone and Teresa did her best to hide the upcoming anger.
Oh damn it! Jane could be so selfish! Couldn't he see that he hurt the people who care about him the most so badly that they just wanted to kick his god damn ass?!
"Little chilly in here." Patrick said and looked at Teresa after the doors closed. She didn't move, didn't react. This sudden anger was too strong. She could only controle it by avoiding talking.
Cho drove. He and Jane talked during the whole time about anything, but not the case. Teresa had chosen the back seat, so she could enjoy, more or less, some time alone.
As the SUV arrived at Kristina's house, Cho got off the car. Jane had asked him to give him a minute alone with Lisbon. So Patrick left the passenger seat and sat down next to Teresa. She was sleeping. The good looking consultant removed gently a strand from her face and touched her shoulder. "Lisbon." He whispered and Teresa opened her eyes slowly. "Huh?" she said sleepy and focused Jane's face. "What is it, Jane?" she asked him annoyed. "I'm sorry." He began. "My reaction in your office, my behaviour, it was not ok. I am sorry." No reaction from his Boss. "I am scared." he confessed then and Lisbon's face turned surprised. "Scared?" she repeated. "Yes. I feel guilty. Anxious and guilty. Red John is killing people to hurt me. Only to show me his power. Everybody that gets close to me, bad things happen to. And I certainly don't want him to come after innocent people. People who might not even know how much they mean to me. People like you, Teresa." He took her hand and looked straight in her bright shining, emereald green eyes. "People like me?" the brown haired beauty was sceptical. She couldn't believe what she just heard. He was really worried about her? "I need you to know that." He added, kept up the intense eye-contact for a few more seconds, then smiled. "Shall we?" Teresa nodded and they finally joined Cho who was waiting for them in front of the house.
It was a new house, bright-white walls, manicured garden and with rose bushed besides the stairs to the porch. The house itself didn't appear to be very big.
"Ok, Cho, is there a key or something?" The Boss asked. "No." was his only answer. "Good. Then pick the lock." Without any further instructions, Kimball turned around and a few moments later the door went open. "After you." Jane said and gestured Lisbon to enter.
"Cho, you search the basement and the back yard. Jane and I look here and upstairs."
The ground floor was searched quickly and Lisbon and Jane went upstairs.
The bathroom was clear, so was another room which looked like a meditation place or something like that.
Now only the bedroom was left. Patrick and Teresa left it for the end. They were standing at the door now, exchanging glances, no words. The consultant took a deep breath in and opened the door.
Both entered the room. Nothing. No blood, no signs of a murder. The bed wasn't even touched. "Hm.." Jane made clueless, but at the same moment a shout from outside caught their attention. Lisbon went to the window. Cho was standing on the grass in the back yard in front of a little pavilion. "Boss! Got something!" He shouted and waited for them to come outside.
"Oh, my god!" Lisbon was speechless. Jane risked a glance. "Cho, call the coroner! And make sure to inform Rigsby and van Pelt!" she ordered.
The small room was empty. Only a matress was lying in the middle of the floor. It was soaked with blood and the walls were painted with red color, also blood they persumed. Flowers, smiley faces and hand prints graced them.
"That should definitely be the crime scene." Patrick said calm and Teresa agreed.
"Teresa, I won't leave you alone anymore. I won't give Red John the opportunity to harm you." Patrick said unexpected and grabbed his friends hand.
