Time Waits For No One

Chapter Six: Everything Comes Into Focus

Chapter Six: Everything Comes Into Focus

Cho leans back into his desk chair and clicks his pen three times. For the past five minutes he has been staring intently at the black telephone sitting on the edge of his desk. Last night he had called Kaitlin Stark – Jane's lawyer – in hopes of speaking to her before she went to bed. This plan had failed and he decided to retry in the morning at around ten.

"Hey Cho, watcha doing?" his gaze moves from the telephone up to the tall agent walking into the bullpen, "Because you've been staring at the phone for awhile. What's the matter?"

Cho shifts in his chair and leans forward to drop his pen on the wood desk. He breathes audibly and looks up at his friend, "I have been trying to contact Stark since last night."

Rigsby quirks his eyebrow and leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest, "Kaitlin Stark? Jane's lawyer Kaitlin Stark?" Rigsby remembers her entrance into the CBI headquarters a little over seven months ago.

Rigsby looks up from his barely engaging game of Hearts just in time to see a woman in her late twenties to early thirties walk into the bullpen. She is well groomed – her brown hair deftly pulled into a tight bun and her suit void of wrinkles. She clutches a briefcase tightly as she stands firmly in the bullpen's entrance with a melancholy expression on her face. Wordlessly, Rigsby already knew why she is here.

Ten hours ago Patrick Jane had killed Red John and has since been refusing a lawyer, especially a good one. He sits in an interrogation room with his hands handcuffed together behind his back. The last time he – Rigsby – had walked into the observation room behind the one-sided glass, Jane's gaze remained fixed on the metal table before him. He made absolutely no movements and behaved as if he was in shock.

"Hi, my name is Kaitlin Stark, and I am Mr. Jane's attorney," she straightens her suit jacket, "Agent Hightower called me."

Rigsby nods and moves to stand up, "Uh, right this way," he moves towards her and she moves to the side to let him slide through the entrance.

He gestures for her to follow him, "Jane killed Red John ten hours ago. He's been in the interrogation room ever since," he says when he stops in front of a door, "Would you like to speak to Agent Lisbon?"

He knows where Lisbon is. She is exactly where she was since Jane came in, and that was behind the one-sided glass. She sits and watches him with tears barely running down her cheeks as she tries to remain stoic and void of emotion, but Rigsby knows that she cannot help but feel like she had not done her best to keep Jane from killing Red John.

Stark shook her head, "No, Agent Rigsby, that would not be necessary," she offers him a small smile and moves to push the door open. He stays by the doorframe and quickly glances inside the door to see Jane in the exact same position. Except this time he is crying for his lost family and Lisbon.

Rigsby looks down and walks away.

"Yeah, I remember Stark," Rigsby nods, "Why?"

"I have an idea. The coroner said that Red John had died twelve hours before Lisbon called it in. Maybe we can prove that there is a problem with the timing and get Jane out of jail."

Rigsby steps forward and leans onto Cho's desk, "Wait! It was twelve hours before? There's a two hour hole?" Cho nods, "That could mean that Jane didn't do it! The boss said she found Jane right after he did it, and she wouldn't lie about this type of thing. Not with Red John. I mean Jane was telling her over and over that he killed Red John…"

"And he was covered in the man's blood," Cho states bluntly, "But he could have easily smeared it all over himself and planted his prints on the murder weapon so the evidence would point to him. He wanted Red John dead by his hand, it could have been his only reaction to finding him already gone."