Authors Note: Ok, so this is an expansion on the drabble that I did for the latest chapter in my iPod drabble fic. Inspiration for this goes to the song You Picked Me by A Fine Frenzy. Love that song. I know this is really short, but there will be another chapter at least. Most likely just one more. And a special thanks to Ebony10 for reading this through for me.

Disclaimer: The only things I own are my laptop and my iPod. I don't even own my piece of junk falling apart car. Sad isn't it.

His Choice

Lisbon was sitting at the desk she had taken over at the small sheriff's office in the tiny little nowhere town that the team had been stranded in all week. She resented the fact that she was here. It was all Jane's fault. Ok, that wasn't fair.

It had been a long week. Red John had been taunting them-well Jane-again. And now Jane had disappeared. She had no idea where he'd gone, off chasing ghosts probably. She was driving through the back woods town that they had been 'sent' to by Red john. He had to be here somewhere.

She drove along the roads, slightly faster than needed. She knew she'd know where Jane was when she saw it, at least she hopped she would. He'd been jumpy all week, more aggravated than usual, as if he thought they really had a chance this time. He'd been unusually quiet, following leads on his own. Generally he'd let her know where he was going, but not tonight, tonight he had just up and disappeared when he got up to go to the bathroom at dinner. She knew she should have been suspicious, but well, she hadn't been, not at the time.

The sound of her cell phone made her jump and she reached to answer it. "Lisbon."

"I can't do it."

"Jane? Where the hell are you?"

"I can't do it."

"Do what Jane? Talk to me!"

"He's here, right in front of me. He's just standing there, looking at me, and I can't do it."

"Jane. Listen to me. You need to tell me where you are."

"The old factory, about a mile from where you are now."

She didn't bother to ask how he knew where she was and flipped on the siren speeding to where he was. "What's Red John doing now?"

"He's just standing here. Looking at me, laughing."

"Does he know you're on the phone?"

"He's not stupid Lisbon."

"I know that Jane. Why is he letting you talk on the phone?"

"He wanted me to tell you, I pick you." And then the line went dead.