The 'Mentalist' Association

Phonecall

Phonecall
By @HeavenSkye, Britain

Ring, ring!

Lisbon shot a hand out to silent to offending object, only to realise that her cell phone wasn’t ringing. Blurry eyed, she glanced at the blank screen in confusion until the noise occurred again.

Ring, ring!

Groaning at her remembrance of the day before, of walking away from Grace to clear her head, going to her favourite church to pray for Jane, Jane sneaking in behind her, Jane giving her a burner phone and sneaking away again as she verbally assaulted him. The burner phone, crap! Fumbling as she climbed from her bed, the cool air swirling around her, making her shiver in the Lisbon jersey and a pair of shorts she wore to sleep in, she stumbled over to her blazer pocket, where she’d left the other phone as soon as it’d been given to her.

Gritting her teeth, she answered it, not happy at being woken at two in the morning by Jane of all people.

“What?” She growled into the phone, earning herself a chuckle from the other end.

“Why my dear, did I wake you from your beauty sleep?” Jane asked with another chuckle. Lisbon wanted nothing more than to be able to slap him at that moment.

“What do you want Jane?” She muttered as she moved back to sit on her bed, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. It had been the first night in six months that she’d slept for over two hours at a time, and it was interrupted. The universe clearly had something against letting her sleep and get a decent night’s rest.

“Well, I met up with Red John’s minion again.” Was it just her, or did Jane sound hesitant? “They seem to believe that I’ve finally lost it.”

“Can’t lose what you never had in the first place.” Lisbon muttered darkly, mainly to herself, but it earned her another chuckle over the phone.

“Oh, how I’ve missed your wit, Lisbon.”

“And now you’re being nice? Seriously, Jane, just tell me what’s going on. I mean, how bad can it possibly be?” Lisbon asked, now a little more awake and able to think semi-clearly. Jane mumbled something she didn’t quite catch. “Sorry, Jane, what did you say?”

“They, uh, they want me to kill you.” Jane admitted eventually, though he sounded reluctant to tell her at all. Lisbon’s eyes widened in shock.

“Shit.” Was all she could seem to muster.

“Very eloquent, my dear.” Jane responded dryly. Lisbon rolled her eyes.

“Did you have a better way to sum it up?”

“Well, no.”

“Exactly.” Lisbon sighed, running a hand though her messy waves, tamed only a little by the length of her hair, the weight of it having pulled the curls out a little. “So, what’re we gonna do?”

“Well, I’m not going to kill you, that’s for certain.” Jane sighed, the breathy noise easily heard through the phone. “I’ll figure it out and call you back in the morning with some details. Get some sleep, Lisbon. You’ll need it.”

The phone then emitted a high persistent tone, indicating that he’d hung up on her. Lisbon glared down at the cellphone. Red John had asked for her dead body. Yeah, like she’d be able to sleep now.

 The End.