Remembering Red {Book Three} The Mentalist

9: Gone

*Brayson's pov* 

I sat listening to what Lisbon was telling Alexis. How could I have said all those things to them and now they are gone? I felt like a jerk, and when they were found I was going to give them both a huge hug. 

"It happened so quick we barely got to see it," Lisbon told her. "Jane was just lying on the couch and Thomas was working. The rest of us were here, but we didn't think anything bad would happen. We were wrong. A few men walked in, and neither of them looked up from what they were doing. Thomas looked up when one of the men shot the ceiling and took Jane by the arm and dragged him up. The rest of us tried to stop them, but their were too many. We all had to leave, but I saw one of them hit Thomas' shoulder with a bullet before they were taken. I'm so sorry I couldn't stop them." 

"It wasn't your fault," Alexis told her looking at the couch Dad owned. "If you could have stopped them than you would have." 

"I just feel there was more we could have done," Cho said looking down at his feet. 

"There wasn't," I said hoarsely. It wasn't easy saying it, though I know there wasn't anything they could do without being killed. I still couldn't get the truth into my mind. 

"I know, but still," Rigsby said. 

"Do you think you can find them?" Alexis asked them, and Lisbon shrugged. 

"It was Jane who found Thomas last time," she said. "It was hard for us to find her." 

"Then we'll help," I told them standing up. "We'll help you find Mom and Dad." 

"No you won't," VanPelt told me. "Jane and Thomas would kill us if we let you help with this case. You will go stay with your uncle and wait for us to find them." 

"But-" 

"VanPelt is right," Lisbon put in. "I will handle this case. You go to Louis' house and wait. Understand?" 

"Yes ma'am," Alexis and I both said, and we left to go to Uncle Louis' house. When I parked, I hit the steering wheel. I was angry. Why shouldn't we help with out parent's case? Alexis took her hand and placed it on my arm. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. She was so brave unlike me. She handled these things much better than I did. 

"Hey," she said and I blinked the tears away. "Lisbon will find them. If she needs, she will call us. Mom and Dad are fine. They have to be." 

"I know," I said, and we just sat there thinking about what was going to happen to Mom and Dad if we didn't find them.  

*Patrick's pov* 

Missy was crying out in pain. I watched has the Red Stars shoot her and now they were taking the bullet out. Two men were holding her down while three women took the bullet out of her skin. They picked, pulled, and did so much her cries become nothing more than painful whimpers. I saw the blood all over the sheets and her clothing. They changed the sheets and placed badge all over the wound. They finally gave her pain medicine and left. Where was I this whole time? Tied to a chair and gagged so I couldn't help her or talk to her. 

The man who was the leader, Bill Pint, walked in with a smile on his face. Missy looked up grinding her teeth together with tears coming down her face. She was in so much pain it hurt me to see her like it. They might treat her wounds, but they won't treat the pain. He walked over and whipped her tears. I wanted to smack him. 

"Do not cry Missy," he told her. "It does not suit you to cry." 

"I can't help but cry when I am in this much pain!" she spat her words at him. "And don't touch me!" 

"Oh, aren't we a little angry?" 

"You took me and my husband. I have every right to be angry." 

"I will never get used to that word with your name. Husband. You mean Patrick Jane over here?" he asked her walking over to me. He took my throat in his hand, but did not squeeze like most would. It was more like his hand was there. 

"Don't you dare touch him!" Missy cried, then sighed in pain. 

"I will do what I wish! He is the one who took you from me! He is lucky that I don't kill  him now and take you has my own." 

"He didn't take me from you. He knew how to make me love him. All you did was take me against my will and tortured me!" 

"Shut up! You belong to me now. You and him. You will do has I say and hope I don't kill you. Understand?" 

"I do, but I have one request." 

"What is that?" 

"If you kill him, make sure I am close behind." 

"Of course. Now, I will let him treat your wounds however he sees fit." The man cut the ropes and untied the gag. I rushed over to Missy has he shut the door. I didn't care if it was locked or not, just that she was safe. I looked at it and gagged. It didn't look good. 

"That bad?" she asked looking up at me with a smile. 

"They could have killed you with this shoot," I answered placing a wet cloth on it. She groaned in pain and I smiled. "It's going to hurt." 

"No shit," she said with pain in her voice. I sighed and tried to get it so it would heal instead of get worse. I think I did a good job, but I wasn't sure. When I was done I put the badge back and crawled into the bed with her. 

"I'm sorry I had to hurt you Missy." 

"It's fine. Save some pain for the future." 

I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me. I didn't want to think about anything else besides her. It's all I could do. I grabbed a blanket and made her lay down with me has I placed the covers over us. 

"Do you think Alexis and Brayson are fine?" she asked me. I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't lie to Missy. I tried before and just couldn't do it. 

"I have no idea," I answered. "I hope they are." 

"So do I." 

"Try to sleep Missy. We are going to need it." 

"Alright. Good night Patrick." 

"Good night Missy." 

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but in this room, it was hard. I somehow feel asleep, but Missy I was not sure of. I hoped that when I woke up she was still in my arms and not somewhere else being hurt.  

Yeah, that just happened. A question you may be asking is if Missy and Patrick will tell more about being captured. Maybe like two/three times after this. This is the kids' story, so I'll try to keep Missy and Patrick out of telling it. I might have to it the story calls for it, but it really shouldn't. Let me know what you think about this book, and maybe even the series. Peace out my Stars!