Jane's POV

Everything about that man irked me, there was something very wrong about this situation. If only he hadn't vanished so quickly. The alarm on my phone goes off announcing that it's time for the second counselor and I make my way to a 'Mr. Rodger' in an failed attempt to distract myself.

The man didn't leave his office and the stupid door was locked, I was beginning to wonder why I had even come. I hated the thought of putting her life in their hands, the first counselor showed no sympathy and considering the sounds I'm hearing the second one is having sex! It's disgusting, this whole building is full of mental people and crack job psychiatrists. Forget it, she's not going here I won't allow her!

I make my leave when I see him again, the same man who ran into me earlier was walking out the door! A sudden hatred settles in, who is he to ask questions like that? I swear if he works for Red John I'm going to kill him! The stranger smiles at me and suddenly I can't take it anymore and grab the man ramming him against the wall.

"Do you work for him to!? Who are you? Tell me!"

"I-I'm sorry man p-please don't hurt me!"

"If you don't tell me who he is I'll kill you!"

Two officers come up from behind and grab me forcing me to let go, demanding to know what was going on and in mere seconds I'm handcuffed. I'm padded down and they find my ID.

"Patrick Jane huh? Hey boss it says he works for the CBI."

I'm furious, this is the last straw! I immediately pick the lock causing the cuffs to release me and without thinking I punch the officer.

"I had him! I had him right there and you made me let him go you idiot!"

Surprisingly enough the officer doesn't strike back and instead looks back at the señor officer which I can only assume is the boss. They don't say it but I can tell what they're thinking, that I'm some patient.

"I am not mental! I am not a patient!"

"Relax son, tell us what's going on and we'll see what we can do."

"Relax? Red John's friends are here and you want me to relax?"

"If you don't settle down I'll be forced to arrest you!"

The younger officer snaps at me.

"Can't you see that he's aspiring against me!? Red John followed me here!"

"Alright,"

The older one says.

"I'm taking you to a holding cell, once you calm down we can talk."

A holding cell? They have a holding cell here? What type of therapy building is this? I don't want to be here anymore, I want Teresa. I want her here and now.

They take me to the 'holding cell' and I find myself behind bars. Again. I can't believe this, how is this supposed to calm me down? To make matters worse a counselor enters the room with some file in his hand.

"This is the man?"

"Yes sir."

The officers seem to have some respect for this man and leave to give us some privacy.

"If he does anything-"

"Oh I'll let you know I promise."

"Let me out! I can't stay here!"

I begin to yell but my wrath doesn't seem to affect this man, in fact he's rather calm. The counselor stays silent and simply folds his hands in a gesture of patience, waiting for me to calm down. I can't handle this anymore, all I wanted to do was save my princess and here I am arrested. Red John could take her again for all I know and I wouldn't be able to protect her.

The thought of her getting hurt is to much for me and I turn away from the counselor. The tears threatening to show.

"Please I just want to save her. Let me go."

"I will, as soon as you tell me why you ended up here."

"Why do you have a holding cell anyway? Who do you think you are arresting people!?"

"Well, there are three floors in this building. The first covers depression and child abuse from adolescents, the second does the same but for adults, and the third floor which we are currently on covers PTSD, and a variety of other trauma victims."

He says calmly.

"Sometimes, considering what they went through, a patient will lash out and try to attack a counselor. So they're brought here to calm down."

I begin to study this man, his dark skin nearly hides the wrinkles caused by age and his black hair is turning grey. There's a certain amount of patience in his brown eyes as though he's seen it all, I can't quit place it but something about him gets me to calm down. He doesn't seem very threatening to me.

"My name is Jesse Holmes, I work on the third floor."

"Patrick Jane, I work at the CBI."

"So Jane why did you attack one of my patients?"

"You don't understand, he walked into me earlier he knew about Teresa. I'm telling you he works for Red John!"

"Can you give me a description?"

"Black hair, blue eyes, white."

Holmes lets out a sigh and opens his file taking out a picture of the man I attacked and handing the picture to me.

"Are you sure that this is him?"

I feel like such an idiot, this was the wrong man. The one I came across had blue eyes and the one I attacked had brown.

"Why don't I take you to my office and we can have a talk?"

"You have the keys?"

"No but I heard you can pick locks."

That's right, why didn't I think of that?

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The office had a comfortable feel to it, instead of chairs there were couches and something about the colors made the office feel warm. We sat across from each other and he gave me his full attention, it was a good start so far. I found myself telling him everything, from Red John to my feelings for Lisbon. It just came out of me, that's never really happened before.

"You said your friend is a cop?"

"Yes."

"What happened to her that made you come here?"

"Well-I failed."

"How so?"

"Ever since I insulted Red John he has killed everyone who gets close to me, but Teresa wasn't like everyone else. I felt like I had a chance with her, that I could protect her, maybe even start over."

"And?"

"Red John kidnapped her, he made her look and act like Angela. I just can't seem to snap her out of it, the first time was a miracle but I don't know how long that will last. I try to help but she won't tell me anything and every time she goes to sleep she starts screaming for him to stop."

"When you say she acted like Angela what do you mean by that?"

"It's pure hypnosis, Red John was thorough with her. When I got her back she was fully convinced that she was my wife and did everything Angela would do. Everything, even the little things."

I could tell Holmes was thinking this over, trying to find a solution.

"You love her, don't you? As long as you let her know that and give her attention she will eventually open up to you. It's the best cure for silence, try not to demand her to get better ease Lisbon into it instead. As for the nightmares there are anxiety pills that can help with that, I have other medications as well that will help with this alternate identity he gave her."

"Well where are they? Can't you give them to me now?"

He shakes his head no.

"It doesn't work that way, I need to see her to make a proper diagnosis. Every pill has a different intensity, some could make her physically ill or drowsy others might cause confusion...only the correct medication will help her."

"So I can't get them by tonight?"

"No, you'll have to schedule an appointment. I have an opening at 9am tomorrow, if you can convince her to come then I can give her the correct medications at the end of our session."

"Alright. 9am."