Authors note: Wow, It took me so long to write the previous chapter. And nobody is reading this story, not yet. I hope someone will read it someday, and comment or like it. I would really appreciate it. Anyways, what will happen to Jane? I don't know exactly, he's in a lot of pain right now. Mentally an psychically. I'm actually a big fan of Jane in pain. It's kind of evil to like that lol. Well, nobody is reading this story, but I still like to write so i'll keep writing chapters for this story although I haven't got any readers yet. If you are reading this, thanks so much for reading! Please leave a comment about this story and tell me what you think about it. This is becoming pretty long, so i'll continue with the story. Enjoy!

Red John was dragging Lisbon out of the room, leaving the stabbed blond man behind. Jane tried to stand up, to no avail. He fell down on his side and whimpered out in pain. He layed there for a couple of minutes. Then he started seeing black and red dots. And after a while, everything went black.

He could hear different types of police sirens and also the ear-penetrating sound of an ambulance. The sounds were very loud. Jane tried to listen to the other sounds. He heard a couple of men talking, probably agents. He also heard footsteps, probably from two men. He recognized those footsteps He had heard them before.

[ 30 Minutes earlier ]

Kimball Cho was sitting on his blue cotton couch in his living room. He was watching tv. Well, he wasn't actually watching a show. He was zapping through the many different channels because he didn't know what to watch. National Geoghrapic, nah. The News? Nah. Nickelodeon, definitely not. Cho was thinking about the Red John case. And he was thinking about Rigsby and Van Pelt. The two of them were so happy together. Rigsby couldn't stop talking about his girlfriend. He didn't blame Rigsby though, he had finally conquered Van Pelt after so many years. The two of them seemed happy, finally being together. That reminded him of the girl Summer. His former girlfriend and CBI informant had left him after he'd hit her. Summer was beautiful, gutsy and manipulative with a child-like sweetness. He'd missed her. Summer was already married though. To a guy named Marshal. Marshal seemed like a nice guy. He seemed smart, caring and he was probably a good influence for Summer. She would finally get her life back together. Cho sighed. Would he ever find love? His thoughts were interuppted by a short, loud sound of his phone. The tune meant he had a text message. Cho grabbed his phone out of his pocket, wondering who could possibly be texting him this late. He looked at the text message.

[ To Kimball Cho; From Teresa Lisbon ] Hello Kimball, don't you have a case to work on? You do actually. Ask Jane, he's in the office. RJ.

Cho read the weird message from his boss, and scratched on his head. This text message couldn't possibly be from his boss, could it? No, Lisbon would never write this. And who was RJ? It took a moment before he realized who this possibly could be, Red John. Cho stood up immidiately, dialing the number of his colleague Wayne Rigsby.

Wayne Rigsby was sleeping, but woke up when he heard the familair sound of his beeping phone. He woke up and hesitated, not willing and to weary to pick up the phone. Grace Van Pelt was laying beside him. She couldn't move because Rigsby had his arms wrapped around her waist. Grace opened her eyes and groaned. She moved her head a little until she was facing Rigsby. "Wayne.. Pick it up.." Rigsby groaned and revolved his body towards the nighttable, where his still ringing phone was settled. It was Cho. He picked it up and held it against his ear."Yeah." He said with a sleepy, weary voice. "I got a weird text message. Didn't you get it .." Cho was interrupted by Van Pelt, who was sitting now and reading the weird and mysterious text message she got a moment ago. She anxiously poked Rigsby on his shoulder, holding the phone in front of his purview. "I got the message too. Let's go to the office." He told Cho. Rigsby hung up and dragged himself out of the double bed. "I'm coming with you" Van Pelt got out of the bed, walked over to the closet and put some jeans on. She also put on a green t-shirt. RIgsby was already fully dressed because he was to lazy to change into some proper sleeping clothes this night. He was so tired after the case they've been working on this week. Grace was worried. The text message brought her a strange feeling. Something was definitely wrong. What would they encounter and discover in the office?

The three of them met in front of the now empty office. It was dark outside, the stars were shining up above in the sky. Van Pelt looked around and saw Jane's and Lisbon's cars parked in the parking lot. It gave her a strange feeling. Lisbon would never stay this late in the office. Chills ran down on her spine, leaving her to shiver. She was only wearing a shirt. Rigsby noticed and put his grey jacket around her shoulders. He smiled. The two of them stared amourously into eachother's eyes. Cho interupted the lovers' intimate moment. "Let's go inside" Rigsby and Van Pelt nodded both, realizing this wasn't a moment to flirt. The three agents went inside, each one of them holding a gun.

That's when they found their stabbed consultant. He was laying in Lisbon's office, on the couch. He was laying on his right side, facing the door of their boss's office. His right arm was wrapped around his stomach, leaving his left arm to rest on his left side. His face was buried in the green with blue striped pillow. There was a large trail of blood on the floor, probably Jane's blood. He must've dragged himself on the couch and must've passed out. Grace's eyes widened as she saw the always determined, never hurt, stubborn consultant laying on the white leather couch of their boss, which was not white anymore. It was soaked with Jane's blood. She knelt down next to him and checked for a pulse. Fortunately, there was. "He's still alive, but his pulse is going really fast. He must be in shock. Jane, are you awake?" She cautiously touched his cheek, checking if he would react to the touch. Jane moved his head a little to the right, groaning. He tried to open his eyes, to no avail. He was to exhausted to open them. That means he must've lost a lot of blood. For how long has he been laying here? He thought by himself. "We should call the police, and an ambulance." Said Van Pelt, examining the stab-wound in Jane's stomach. He had lost a lot of blood. But the wound wasn't that deep, luckily. It seems like only half of the blade intruded into his body."Lisbon.. kidnapped.." Mumbled Jane hoarsely. He wanted to get up, to find Lisbon. Jane wanted to save her from the dreadful fate Red John had planned for her. After he'd opened his eyes, he tried to get up. But fell right back on his side after he'd felt a wave of pain going through his sore body. He closed his eyes again, letting the pain take over his entire body. His skin was pale and he was cold. Sweat slithered down over his forehead. The salty liquid came in his right eye, immidiately causing it to tear profusely. "He's passing out." Van Pelt stated, looking at Cho and Rigsby who were busily calling the police and the paramedics. She looked back at Jane, who had opened his eyes for a moment. He stared into her eyes. His eyes fulfilled with pain. Psychical and mental pain. Van Pelt tried to comfort him as much as she could, tried to keep him awake. But he passed out anyway.

Jane opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry, ensuring he couldn't tell what was going on at the moment. The only things he saw, were flashes of men in white and lights. A lot of lights. He was confused for a moment and coughed up some blood. He wanted to rub in his eyes, to get his vision back but failed because he was to weak. It took a moment before he'd realized what was going on again. Lisbon was kidnapped by Red John and he couldn't do anything about it. Lisbon was going to get killed, and it would be his fault. Just like the deaths of his daughter and wife..

Sounds started to get more clear right now. He could hear different types of police sirens and also the ear-penetrating sound of an ambulance. The sounds were very loud. Jane tried to listen to the other sounds. He heard a couple of men talking, probably agents. He also heard footsteps, probably from two men. He knew those footsteps He had heard them before. His vision started to get more clear and he could see Cho and Rigsby standing in front of him, both of them were talking to the agents. Van Pelt was still sitting next to him, pressing a towel against his wound. It hurted, but he knew she was trying to stop the wound from bleeding more. Van Pelt noticed his now opened eyes and called for Rigsby's help. "Rigsby, isn't the ambulance here yet?" Van Pelt almost screamed, her voice breaking as she asked the question. Rigsby looked out of the window and saw the flickering lights of the ambulance they'd all been waiting for. Rigsby nodded and ran outside, meeting the paramedics and leading them upstairs towards the now confused, hurt Jane. They carefully checked his wound and confirmed it wasn't life threatening for him, not yet.

 Jane had lost a lot of blood, but still managed to stay awake while the paramedics took him outside and raced towards the hospital. Van Pelt went with him and sat beside him in the ambulance. She still felt pity for him, knowing what he felt for Lisbon. She was probably the only one who could keep him in the hospital bed. And she was probably the only one who could talk properly with him. Rigsby wasn't a man of feelings, he just wanted Jane to be okay and to get this over with. He probably didn't know what to say to comfort Jane, who was still in shock and worried about their boss Lisbon. Cho wasn't a man of words and could not possibly comfort Jane at all. Van Pelt tried to comfort him. It didn't work all of the time. But Jane appreciates the thought. Van Pelt sighed, looking at the blonde pale man who had finally passed out after being in so much pain.

[ One day later ]

"Was that all he'd said to you?" Asked Rigsby, sitting down on the small, blue plastic chair which was standing next to Patrick Jane's hospital bed. He wanted to go through the facts one more time. "Yes." Confirmed the blonde consultant with a hoarse voice. He was still recovering from the night before. He had been out for 12 hours. The knife didn't hit any vital organs, fortunately. The stab wound was still recovering and still hurt like hell. But Jane didn't care anymore. All he wanted was to find Lisbon, before she would get killed by Red John. They only had 6 more days to find out where she was, if she would be alive and how they would get her back.

"The cameras didn't film Red John, all of them were turned off during the event. It's strange, because non of the security guards saw someone coming in besides us." Explained Kimball Cho who was standing in front of the big hospital bed. Jane had already expected this. Red John makes all his trails dissapear.

Suddenly, the sound of a ringing phone fulfilled the room. It was Jane's. Jane hesitated before he picked it up, looking at the number. It was a private number. He looked at his colleagues, frowned and pressed the green button on the device. He held the phone against his ear. "Hello?" His voice was soft, he almost whispered. "Hello Patrick. How are you doing? Feeling better already?"
Jane gasped, looked at the phone. He recognized this voice immidiately. The voice had nestled itself in his brain, forever and never to be forgotten.

"Is Lisbon okay?" He asked. This was actually the first thing he was worried about. "For now. I'm giving you a hint Patrick." His voice sounded dark, cold and mysterious. Jane shivered, imagining what Red John could've possibly done with Lisbon when he was knocked out. The team looked worried at him. All of them understood immidiately with who he was calling. Van Pelt could tell it from the colour of his eyes. Everytime they had to deal with a Red John case, Jane's eyes started to fade to a grey colour. The poor guy keeps getting reminded that his family was murdered because of him.

"Tell me." Spoke Jane, trying to stay calm. His heart was clearly beating faster and he was already sweating again. "Beethoven."

"Beethoven? Why.. " Jane couldn't even finish his sentence, because Red John had already hung up. He slowly put the phone down on the nighttable next to his bed. He scratched his head, leaving his blond curls sticking out everywhere.  "Well, what did you find out?" Asked Rigsby finally after a minute of deathly silence. The six eyes were focused on him, as if he was a dog learning how to sit. He thought about the clue Red John had just given him. "Beethoven" 

Then he remembered it. A wave of sadness overflowed him and a tear slid down on his cheek. He wiped it away, Looking at the white sheets. He imagined his daughter Charlotte, playing piano. He closed his weary blue eyes and tried to remember what clue could be hidden in this painful memory.

Well guys, that was it for today! What clue could be hidden in the word "Beethoven?" Leave a comment and tell me what you think.
Anyway, I hope you liked it! I'm sorry if this chapter sucked. I was more focused on a Jane in pain chapter today. But I promise I'll make a Jisbon chapter very soon!
Have a nice day :)