AN: Thank you so much for all the support you've shown for this story, it means so much to me. This chapter is from Lisbon's perspective, I hope you enjoy it!

Teresa Lisbon had been in a number of tight spots over the course of her working life. She'd been shot by her friend's fiancée, had a bomb strapped to her. It was all part of this job. But this was the one time that she wasn't sure who would make it out. The impulse to grab her cross and pray when she was scared was something she'd had since she was a child and had to take her drunken father's beatings, however it wasn't possible right now. The bastard who was forcing her down the dark corridor had taken her necklace after torturing her by shoving her to the floor and kicking her in the face whenever she spoke. "So my friend can have a lovely souvenir of our time together" he'd told her with a wink. She just hoped that whatever happened to her, Jane recovered. Lisbon knew that if she died, Jane would be even more broken than he already was. Thankfully Grace, Cho and Rigsby would be there to help him, that fact at least brought her some comfort. But could he be put together a second time?

"Here we are, Teresa" murmured her captor, opening the door with a bow. "Ladies first". She glanced around her warily, wondering what Red John had in store for her now that she was going to meet him in person. In the 36 hours since she had been kidnapped, she hadn't once seen the man who had made her partner's life a living hell. He hadn't even had the guts to hurt her himself. The room she was in now was almost identical to the one she had just been brought out of, however in the middle of the room was a small TV on a wooden desk and a leather computer chair. "Have a seat, your host was kind enough to provide you with some entertainment" the flame haired man said with his trademark creepy grin. She obeyed and froze when she glanced at the screen. She knew that devil mask, Jane had described it to her vividly. Red John was with Jane. A shudder travelled down her spine as she wondered how long the murderer had been in the room without them knowing. How the hell had he gotten in?! "Now, Teresa, my friend and I each have an earpiece and mouthpiece to communicate, and I'm going to be asking you some questions. If you refuse to answer, or you don't answer honestly, Patrick will be harmed, and we will make you watch as he dies a very slow and very painful death. Simple, enough, I think. Are we clear?" "Crystal" Lisbon spat, giving her captor daggers. The man's blue eyes danced in response to the disgust and fear he saw on her face, heard in her voice. She couldn't lose Jane, please, she begged silently, let him be spared. "Then let the game begin"

"What did you do with Lisbon?" She could hear Jane's voice clearly through the speakers on the desk. "I swear, if you hurt her…." Red John chuckled, looking at Jane like he was a mouse to be toyed with. "Don't worry, Patrick. I merely had my associate take her to another room. I'm guessing she's able to see and hear you right about now" he nodded to the camera. "But I could never give Teresa the same treatment as I gave your dear Angela." Anger kindled in those blue-green eyes she knew so well at the mention of first names. Stay calm, and look for a way out thought Lisbon, desperately hoping her consultant would find a way to escape. "I was afraid that if I cut into her beautiful ivory skin, I'd be quite unable to stop once I began." The subject of conversation now felt like throwing up, but she refused to show any weakness in front of this spineless minion. Jane seemed to be having a similar reaction, she had never seen him look so horrified and nauseous before. "I will do anything you want me to, just please let her go." It came out as a whisper, and Teresa saw something she thought she'd never see-Patrick Jane begging. For her. Her heart warmed as she realised that despite his talk, he would never put her in harm's way to get to Red John. She was the line he wouldn't cross, the one thing he wouldn't sacrifice to avenge his family. "Oh I'm afraid I can't do that, I enjoy her company too much. Besides, I do enjoy seeing you squirm like a worm on a hook. A man so used to manipulating others that it's become second nature, who can fool and charm thousands of people with a smile. You allowed yourself to have a weakness. Bad form Mr Jane, you should know better." The creep was circling Jane as he spoke, every movement he made screamed 'dangerous.' "I admit, her friendship is one of the few bright spots left in my world since you destroyed it so thoroughly" Jane's voice was cool, distant, like nothing in the world interested him. She knew that's how he acted when he was terrified underneath his mask. "We both know I wouldn't survive losing her too, and you want me alive. If you didn't, I'd be dead by now. So why don't you let her go, and we can finish this, just you and me". What the hell was the idiot thinking? Hadn't Lorelei's story been enough warning about what happened when people hunted Red John alone? She refused to see him under a blood red smiley face because he was being protective of her and reckless in pursuit of a confrontation that was a decade in the making. He wouldn't face this alone.

Okay, so this chapter ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, and I originally wanted to move forward with the story more, but who am I to argue with my muse. It can wait another chapter. Click one of the buttons at the bottom of the page if you like what you've read, I'd love to hear what you think!