Jane awoke in an empty bed. He looked around for Lisbon, but then realized that she would be at work. Work. He still couldnt believe he had been kicked off the case, never mind the FBI. Slowly, Jane pulled himself together and got out of bed. After a quickly shower, Jane sat his desk. It was covered in papers and on the wall were loads of articles relating to Red John. Jane didn't think he would need these any more and kept them as a momentum. He was glad he did keep them because now he needed them again.
"Where to start?" Muttered Jane. Just as he was about to start going through his list of suspects, the door bell rang. With a sigh, he reluctantly got us and opened the door. No one was there. He looked around the corner but no one was there. He closed the door and went back to his desk. Looking at the list of suspects, he noticed a letter that had not been there before. It was addressed to Jane in red scrawly hand writing. Jane slowly opened the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Mr Jane.
As you may have realized, the departure of John Mcallister has not broken or even damaged the Blake Association. We are still here, remaining in the back ground. Red John was not our leader, he was a puppet in the works. We controlled him and now its times to unleash our terror upon our enemies, the American Law Enforcement. And that includes you Mr Jane. You shall be hearing off us VERY soon.
Sincerely,
The Blake Association...
Jane started shaking. After re-reading the letter hundreds of times, he put it to the side of his desk. Stumbling over to the sofa, he lay down, thoughts of the letter ricocheting across his mind. Somehow, he drifted off to sleep.
"Jane, wake up!" Lisbon was standing over him, smiling. Jane didnt say a word as he pointed at the letter. Lisbon walked over and picked up the letter, reading it. Her face screwed up in terror as she placed the letter back on the desk.
"Oh my god!" Lison cried. She took deep breaths and fainted. Jane jumped up and ran over. He lifted her up and placed her on the bed, stroking the baby bump. He lay down next to her, feeling the baby kick her stomache. He drifted off to sleep aswell.
Jane was awoken by a loud, piercing scream. He turned to look at Lisbon, who was standing by the bed, topless. Her face was the very definition of terrified; her face was as white as the bed sheets. On her belly was in unmistakingly red smiley face. And written across the wall above the bed was
The reign of terror has begun...
