Scarlet Tea

Teacup tragedy

Disclaimer: What's that in your ear? Is it....the mentalist????? NO, BECAUSE I DON'T OWN IT!!!

Jane's P.O.V

Something's off. How does Red John get so far ahead so fast? I've always pondered this, but only now I realize that he must have some sort of trick. He can't just magically know everything. No matter what happens, he's still just a normal human. A twisted, horrible, cruel, messed up little weasel, yes, but still human. That brings us to the question: how does he know everything? He has a spy inside the FBI, probably the CBI, and I wouldn't be surprised if he controlled at least a dozen ordinary police officers. There's a 1/7 chance that he is one. Anyway, the question is how. That's why I've been up in my attic for the last few days, searching for some clue that doesn't exist. Letting Lisbon sleep in my attic caused only a minor delay to my relentless search, and I got the joy of watching her sweet face as she slept. I also have to come up with a plan to catch the killer, and despite the fact that that'll only take a few minutes, I'm to busy right now to even stop. I grasp my teacup, slurping the fresh tea inside. I've probably gone through at least a whole package of tea, but it has been my comfort in this race to find the missing puzzle piece. One of them, at least. It seems that instead of missing just one piece, we have just one piece, and Red John is hoarding the rest of the puzzle.  I throw myself down on the bed. This is pointless. If there is a missing clue Red John would have gotten to it. Which brings us back to the question of how. How can he figure these things out? It makes no sense. I rub my hands against my eyes and prepare for another 8 hours of searching. That's when I see it. 

My teacup emits a flash. I get up quickly to go stare at where it came from. It's a chip in the paint that I've always overlooked. Now it looks a lot more like a tiny camera lense than a chip. It flashes again. Two short quick flashes, then a pause. Then three short quick ones together, followed by one short quick one. Then another. Then two short ones and a long one. Morse code. Morse code for: I see u. Oh sh*t!! I wrap my hand around the teacup, making sure the lense is covered, then I run to Lisbon's office, crashing through the crowds. I swing open the door to Lisbon's office, and announce, "Red John has a camera planted in my teacup!"

"She raises her eyebrows, "You're going crazy. Seriously crazy," 

"No, I'm not, actually. Your trust in me is so inspiring. Here," I point to the lense. "What does that look like to you?" She rests her hand on my hand, peering the the so-called 'chip'. Her face went pale. and placed the teacup on her desk. She collapsed against her chair. Then, she took out her hammer, preparing to smash the thing.

"No, wait, couldn't we salvage the teacup?" I beg. She gives me a what-the-crap expression. I hold up my hand, gesturing for her to at least give me 5 minutes to explain. She shakes her head quickly. I pout, trying to make my eyes go as big as possible.  It must have worked, because she mouths fine. Then she pretends to shoot herself in the head. I grab her hand, and pull her outside.

"How long have you known about this?" she asks.

"Three minutes. It flashed actually, then Red John sent me a Morse coded message. I see u. So, I came to you," I explain.

"Do we know if it's video and sound, or just video?" She questions.

"I know nothing about cameras. Aren't you cops supposed to know about these wire-thingys and such?" I reply. 

"I think we should destroy it. Now." Lisbon orders. 

"I think we should save it and use it to plant false information, and stuff like that," I suggest. 

"Come on, we have to tell the others." She marches towards the bullpen. "Rigsby, Van Pelt, Cho. It's a nice day, why don't we all go down to the park for lunch?" It was a simple sentence, but everyone knew it means a Red John meeting. I lead the way to the elevator, leaving to  quickly grab the teacup. When I come back, Lisbon whams her hand against the button. The door dings open, and we all poor into the elevator. Due to the tight space, Lisbon ends up pressed against me, but I'm too busy thinking to enjoy it, or at least tease her about it.