Sweet Surrender

Outside Summary: "I want to see just how human Patrick has become, and you Teresa, will help me." L/J

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist or Sarah McLachlan's song Sweet Surrender.

Spoilers: Following immediately 2x08 or "His Right Red Hand"

"It doesn't mean much; it doesn't mean anything at all."

Her green eyes fluttered open to meet the darkness and a soft groan flew past her dry, cracked lips; a tight weight had been set on both her wrists, her feet and her abdomen holding her in an upright position against something hard and narrow, which pressed into her back. She shifted slightly in her spot to find that whatever weight had set upon her wasn't a weight; but rather chains snaked across her body to keep her from escaping.

"Hello Teresa." The voice registered dimly in her mind; it wasn't a harsh voice but rather a soft, tenor tone. "Welcome to my home." Bright lights suddenly sprang to life and she blinked a few times until her eyes re-adjusted to the harsh lights. Without waiting for her captor to say another word, she turned her head to try and seize sight of him; her eyes met an unconscious, bloodied and nude Patrick Jane instead, chains snaked between every crevice of his pale body and suddenly she realized that she had no clothes on either and that the chains wrapped around both of them were rubbing their skin raw with every movement they made, conscious or not. Lisbon went back to searching for her kidnapper after seeing for herself that Jane was alright, besides a few minor injuries. "I'm so sorry about Bosco and his team, but they were in my way." The voice laughed unsympathetically, causing the hackles on the back of her bare neck to rise in anticipation. "I wanted our dear esteemed Mister Jane to come and find me." It clicked suddenly; the kidnapper had to be Red John, notorious serial killer who had murdered countless innocent people and had even murdered Jane's wife and child. "Your imbecile team and your precious CBI," Red John half-scoffed and half-mocked both agencies as he laughed once more. "Makes my job so much easier; to get both you and Patrick alone," Red John's harsh tones had been present until he had brushed over Jane's name, which he softened as if he were wrapping it in a lover's caress. "Twenty four hours after Sam Bosco's death, and your CBI team lets you both wonder around without anyone watching you?"

"They…" Lisbon began.

"Do not try and cover up for your fellow agents, Teresa." Red John interrupted her. "If they really cared for both you and Patrick, they would have had agents guarding your homes. I can understand Patrick not being watched, he'd slip out of their protection anyway." Red John snorted. "I would have gotten him either way; a predator gets bored of his prey eventually." Lisbon kept her eyes trained on the shadows incase Red John stepped out of his hiding place, but from the look of things, he wasn't going to step from his place to expose himself. "I didn't think they allowed liquor into the CBI offices anyhow, but Patrick has done many things to change you." Lisbon scoffed instead and Red John chuckled, which caused her hackles again to rise, once more. "He has touched you in many places that men dare not touch in authoritative women, such as yourself, and in return, you have made him feel again." Lisbon could almost feel the raw, seething anger from Red John. "I killed his wife and child because he had been so wrapped up in his fake psychic act to catch me; I made him inhuman, so he could catch me." Red John continued his long monologue, as he laughed once more. "Such an interesting word, to be inhuman; to be so non-human that one becomes cold and unfeeling, you would say this is your Patrick Jane?" Lisbon thought of his words and thought back to the conversation only a few days ago in Bosco's hospital room; when Jane had tried to unplug Bosco's morphine.

"Morphine doesn't make him any better, it just stops the pain . . . Pain is nothing - pain means he's still alive," Jane had explained to her, before she called him a cold bastard. The nurse had come back into the room to find the morphine unplugged, and the both of them in a screaming match. If Lisbon had been angrier, she would have pulled her gun on him then and there and shot him; they both knew they had larger issues to take care of at the time.

"Teresa?" Red John's voice snapped her back into reality and she wearily nodded, a pain settling in the back of her skull. "Ah, but you see, once I kill you; he'll be back to his inhuman self, he'll be back to hunting me." Lisbon kept her eyes trained on the shadows incase he tried anything, and suddenly Red John began to laugh. "Do you seriously think I'm going to kill you right now?" Red John tittered slightly. "I want to see just how human Patrick has become, and you Teresa, will help me." Lisbon's face paled, and she turned to stare at Jane before she gained a grimace and focused her attention back on the shadows.

"And if I refuse?" Her eyes flared toward the darkness.

"Oh, my dearest Teresa," Red John clarified. "You won't refuse; I've got the highest confidence in my abilities that I just know you won't refuse."

A/N: If anyone wonders why Red John would just talk to Lisbon instead of killing her, I think that Red John is an extremely intelligent man who, if he ever captured Lisbon or Jane, he would explain his reasons for doing the things he did. Red John obviously thinks that Lisbon will die before Jane or the CBI can do anything to stop him.