Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt left quickly and wordlessly. But Lisbon lingered, she glared at him with a mixture of ire and concern before stomping out of the room.
"Alone at last," Jane's characteristic sarcasm was back in place.
"Yeah… Shall we?" Schein pointed to the couch.
"So? Did you happen to bring my car?"
"Uhh, no but I believe the Sac PD have it in their impound lot. Don't worry; I'll pay the fees."
Schein nodded absently. He didn't really care about his car right now; he was more focused on the man in front of him. Thomas found that slipping into his work persona was comforting and anchoring, in this otherwise insane and frightening situation.
"Look, Doc I'm sorry about all this. You shouldn't have to be involved, but anyone who gets too close to me ends up on Red John's radar."
Schein looked at Jane a moment, searching his face for answers. What he saw gave him concern.
"Patrick, are you okay?"
"I'm fine I just need some sleep."
"So what's next? I mean, I haven't dealt with a serial killer on the loose before."
Jane smiled. He was pleased with Schein's interest.
"I have a plan."
"Really? Why do I think that I'm not going to like whatever this plan is?"
"It's not important, I just wanted to make sure you were… you know?"
"What? Okay? You want to know whether I'm okay after a serial killer stalks me and the writes me a friendly note."
"Well Patrick I think I am as good as can be expected, How about you?"
A tense smile crossed Patrick's face.
"Me? Oh, fine. I am used to being stalked and left notes by serial killers."
You poor man, you really are, aren't you?
"Yes, well, now what?"
"Now, we need to make sure you are safe. Lisbon—"He yelled.
Lisbon was back in the bullpen in seconds.
"What Jane?" She was still mad but the adrenalin was pumping, and she was ready for the chase.
"We need to get Dr. Schein a security detail and a safe house. But use only people we know."
Lisbon crossed her arms and gave Jane a look of disdain.
"What a great idea Jane."
He smiled warmly. "Thank you Lisbon."
"Yes, it such a great idea that I already did it four hours ago." She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, good. Why don't we get him out of here?"
Lisbon and Jane looked at Schein with surprise.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean that I am staying. I need to be here agent Lisbon." He turned and gave Jane an earnest look, "You need me to be here."
"No, actually that's the last thing I need." Jane replied coldly.
"I wasn't talking to you Patrick."
Lisbon smirked as Dr. Schein put Jane in his place. Few people could pull that off.
"Fine with me Doc." Lisbon said.
"Lisbon! You can't be serious he's just going to slow us down and be in the way!"
"Agent, may I have a word?"
The two walked to Lisbon's office, leaving Jane standing there fuming.
In the office Lisbon sighed and said, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean he's stubborn as hell and he's going to be a huge pain in the ass."
"I'm counting on it." Schein looked at her expectantly.
Lisbon thought for a moment before saying, "So you're trying to distract him? From what exactly? You know he won't back off of Red John."
"I am hoping to distract him from his need for self-destruction Agent Lisbon."
"And just how does your being here achieve that?"
"Well I'm hoping that he will be so aggravated by my presence that he will spend his energy trying to goad me or evade me. Either way he's preoccupied."
"I think you underestimate his ability to multitask." She said ruefully.
"Perhaps, but I also hope this time watching his process will afford me some insight and opportunities to help him."
"Alright, you can stay. I hope you know what you're getting into here."
"I have no clue, but I'm willing to try."
She nodded and said, "Fair enough."
During the pow-wow in Lisbon's office Jane felt the weight of the irritated silence from his team who had returned, it made him more than a little uncomfortable, so he retreated to the kitchenette to make another cup of tea. It didn't work, because Grace followed him.
He acted as if he were absorbed in the ritual of making his tea and didn't notice the waves of anger emanating off the beautiful red head behind him.
"What the hell is wrong with you Jane?"
He turned and looked at her; the look was one of surprise. He found himself suddenly defensive and angry. "I should think that was obvious Grace." He said her name with sarcasm.
She laughed with disgust. "You are unbelievable."
"Why? I think I'm quite believable."
"I can't figure out if you just don't know how to care about people, or you just don't care."
He looked at her with cold anger and replied softly, "I never asked for you to care, so probably the latter."
She stared at him with confusion for a moment, her face flushed with anger and her eyes stinging with hurt before saying, "I see", and walked out of the tiny room.
Ah hell Patrick why'd you do that?
He had the urge to go after her but his mind told him this was for the best; it would hurt her less in the long run if he broke their friendship irretrievably before the inevitable conclusion of the events to come. But in his heart he was aching to apologize and keep her unconditional love and friendship close. The whole scene made him sick and tea became the last thing he wanted. What he wanted was to run towards his ultimate destruction and end all of this pain. The question was how would he get around these people, who for some unknown reason seemed to care about him, without hurting them even more or placing them in danger? With Schein here it was going to be even harder to hide, he was as astute as Cho and Lisbon, and also called him on his bullshit. It was a challenge but Jane never shied from a challenge.