So this idea has been in my head for a while now. I finally finished the first chapter and although my plan was to write many chapters in advaance, I really wanted to know what your thoughts were for this story so here I am, posting it. I'm warning you, the updates will be few and far between so I apologize in advance for that. But I hope that you'll read my story nonetheless :D

In Never Ending Turmoil

Lisbon looked up at the CBI building, wondering what this day would bring. She was quickly brought back from her own thoughts when her boyfriend, Michael, caressed her cheek, turning her head for a quick goodbye kiss.

"Have a good day," he said. "I'll see you at home." He then turned away sharply, practically running to his car. Something was up with him lately, and Lisbon decided to ask him about it later.

She went inside and was waiting for the elevator, when none other than Patrick Jane showed up beside her. He had a tray of coffee in his hands and was smiling that Cheshire cat grin. He was planning something, and Lisbon knew she probably wouldn't like the results. She felt her mood instantly drop and her signature scowl, reserved for Patrick Jane, set up residence on her face.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" asked Jane.

"The state of my underwear is none of your business" Lisbon replied.

"Of course it is, my dear Teresa, seeing as we are going to be spending a lot of time together this week"

"What are you-" Lisbon's retort was cut off by the elevator doors opening. She quickly stepped into the elevator, trying to close the doors before Jane could get in, but he was fast, he knew she would try that, and he slipped into the elevator right before the doors closed.

"We're going to be busy this week so you should call your boyfriend, Michael right? I've never really liked that name, and cancel your dinner plans."

"What? I don't-"

"Yes you do, tomorrow night at the new restaurant on Lexington. Reservations are at 7:00, if I'm right." He was, but there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

"What? No… I…Never mind. Why do you say we're going to be busy anyway?"

The elevator doors opened and they were walking into the bullpen.

"We've got a case"

"And how would you know if we had or didn't have a case?"

"Because he was up here when we got the call five minutes ago" said Cho.

xxxx

Ten minutes later, they were on the road, headed to San Francisco to check out the crime scene. They took two cars; Cho was driving one with Van Pelt and Rigsby, leaving Lisbon to be stuck with Jane, much to her annoyance. It was a long drive and Lisbon found herself lost in her thoughts about Michael and his strange behaviour. She had called him before leaving, letting him know that they had a case and they would be staying overnight until it was closed. Michael had seemed relieved, or maybe it just her being paranoid, when she had mentioned that it would probably take a week or so.

Lisbon was so wrapped up in her musings that she didn't realize that Jane was talking to her. She took a deep breath, not unnoticed by Jane, before tuning into what he was saying.

"I'm sorry what did you say?"

"Ah Lisbon, you really should be paying attention to the road instead of thinking about your relationship issues."

"I do NOT have relationship issues! And even if I did, they're none of your business!" Lisbon hated that he always seemed to know what she was thinking. He knew her so well and as much as she hated it, it was one of the things she loved about him. Wait, loved? She didn't love Jane; she couldn't, not when she was desperately trying to make her relationship with Michael work. Besides, he didn't think of her that way, he was too damaged from what happened to his first marriage to even think about a second. Wait a minute, now she was thinking about marriage? This was getting out of hand. Lisbon felt her cheeks getting warm and knew she was blushing. She just hoped that Jane didn't notice; which of course he did.

"Actually, I think that they are. You see, if you are bothered with your relationship issues, then your mood will be drastically affected and who will you take it out on? That's right, Me. So voilà, that's how it's my business." Jane smiled childishly at his logic. "And you're blushing, care to tell me why?"

"Why don't you just tell me why? You seem to know everything I'm thinking so why even ask?" Lisbon asked, exasperated. She wasn't in the mood and he knew that. She knew that he knew that so why wasn't he stopping?

"Well I didn't think you'd appreciate me voicing your inner most thoughts about me, but if you insist…"

"Alright that's enough." Lisbon said with a glare that told him to shut up or he'd be walking.

xxxx

"What do we have?" Lisbon asked as they arrived on scene. She was irritated because Jane hadn't ceased to annoy her for the whole drive up there. Lisbon did not appreciate him poking around her head and she often showed him that.

"Female victim, age 34, found dead by some bikers along the road. The victim's name is Tracie Juniper. She doesn't have any family in the area and no room mates. Last known address is at an apartment on Maine St." Cho said.

"Okay, go check it out. Take Rigsby with you. Van Pelt, check her records, financials, see what she was doing before she was murdered." Lisbon said. She walked up to the body where the coroner was. "Cause of death?"

"Exsanguination due to multiple lacerations. She was tortured before death, and there is evidence of sexual assault." said the coroner.

"Thanks." Lisbon said. "Jane! Anything?"

"This wasn't the killer's first time. I think that you'll find that there have been previous victims with the same M.O. Also, this is done by a man in his late thirties, early forties, he is attractive, very charming, and he likes to groom his victims before killing them. It was the boyfriend, but you won't find him because he's long gone by now and didn't tell anyone his real name." Jane said. "This man will not be satisfied and he will kill again if we don't catch him."

xxxx

After Lisbon and Jane interviewed the friends, they found that the boyfriend was indeed the most likely suspect. He'd taken her out on a date to an Italian restaurant, but when they confirmed that with the manager, he said that there were no reservations made by a man named Henry Gillis, the boyfriend. They headed back to the local Police Station to see if Van Pelt had made any progress.

"Van Pelt, what have you found?" Lisbon asked upon entering the bullpen.

"Her financials were clean; she had a job that paid the bills, nothing out of the ordinary. I ran background checks on the people you mentioned over the phone, her friends and the boyfriend. The only one that came up weird was the boyfriend." Van Pelt said.

"Let me guess, there's no record of a Henry Gillis?" Jane asked.

"Actually, there is." Van Pelt said. This shocked Jane, as he was usually never wrong. He stood there for a second with his mouth open while Lisbon fought back a chuckle. The man wasn't unfathomable. "But he was 78 years old when he died in 1981. So I don't think he's the guy we're looking for."

"Wow, I've lived to see the day when Patrick Jane is wrong." Lisbon said, momentarily lightening the mood.

"I wasn't wrong, I was half-wrong. There's a difference." Jane said.

"Sure there is." Lisbon said with a smirk. "Van Pelt, Dig deeper into the boyfriend's identity, the victim's friend said that he lived in apartment 243 on Huntington St."

"Will do boss." Van Pelt said.

At that moment, Lisbon's phone rang.

"Lisbon." She answered.

"It's Agent Hightower; there's been another murder one town over with the same M.O. Get your team to the scene and let's solve this before the killer strikes again, shall we?"

"Yes ma'am." Lisbon answered. She hung up and addressed her team. "Jane, looks like you were right, we've got another victim in the next town over. Grab your stuff and let's go."

xxxx

The new crime scene was almost the same as the last. The victim was almost a carbon copy of their first victim, it was eerie. Her name was Tori Koln. The team had found out that the victim was also in a relationship who was M.I.A. The boyfriend was the prime suspect after a few hours of investigating. They had pieced the puzzle together, but they were still missing a few important details. The boyfriend of the first victim, Tracie Juniper, was the same man as the boyfriend of the second victim, Tori Koln.

"What is it Jane?" Lisbon asked sharply. They were at the local police department's station looking over what they knew about each victim, trying to find the connection.

"Their names. Look at their names." Jane said.

"They both start with 'T'. So what? What is the significance?" Lisbon asked Jane.

"It is part of his M.O.; he kills women who are relatively short with dark hair and green eyes. Obviously their names have to start with the letter 'T' to peak his interest. And did you notice that their last names start with letters next to each other in the alphabet? 'J' then 'K'. That isn't a coincidence." Jane said. His eyes had a wild look in them, similar to fear.

"Grace! Check for any cases that have the same M.O. in the past year." Lisbon said, ignoring Jane's scared look. She didn't understand why he was frightened but she couldn't ask him, she had work to do.

"I did." Grace said. "There have been nine cases before our two. In chronological order, the victims are: Tammy Allan, Tyra Belle, Tara Craw, Tiffany DeRoches, Trinity Elm, Tatiana Forde, Tess Green, Taylor Holden, Teagan Isle, Tracie Juniper, and Tori Koln."

"Good work." Lisbon said.

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K…" Jane whispered in Lisbon's ear. "You know what the next letter is."

"It's 'L'. So?" Lisbon asked.

"He's not done killing and you fit the description to the letter." Jane said, the worry leaking into his voice.

At this moment Lisbon realized that Jane was scared for her. He thought that she was in danger of being the next victim.

"Jane, that's ridiculous. I am perfectly safe and I'm not going to be the next victim. I'd like to see someone take me down." Lisbon added with a smirk. Just then, her phone rang.

"Sorry, I need to take this." Lisbon told Jane. He nodded and she walked over to the other side of the room. "Lisbon."

"Hey Teresa, it is Michael."

"Oh, hi! I wasn't expecting to hear from you. What's up?" Lisbon asked.

"I realize that I've been a little…distant lately and I wanted to make it up to you." Michael said. Just hearing those words from him made her feel like jumping for joy.

"How would you do that?" Lisbon said, the smile shining through her words.

"Well, if you're not too busy, I was thinking I could meet you at a local restaurant? We could have a nice dinner and then go for dessert?" Michael said somewhat suggestively.

"But it's almost dinnertime already; you wouldn't be able to get here in time." Lisbon said.

"Sure I would. I already am. I'm just waiting for you to agree and come outside." Michael said.

"Well, I guess they don't really need me here at the moment…" Lisbon said thoughtfully, chewing on her lip. It seemed like her relationship was beginning to change course to calmer waters and she didn't want to hold it back. "I'll just finish up here and be out in a few minutes, okay?"

"Wonderful." Michael said ecstatically.

"Love you." Lisbon said.

"You too." Michael said before hanging up.

"Guys, I'm going to head out for dinner, I'll see you guys tomorrow." Lisbon said to her team.

"Okay" They said. "Have fun."

"Thanks, I will." Lisbon replied with a smile. With that she left to meet her boyfriend.

A few minutes after she left, some people from the forensic team arrived with some evidence for them to look over before they processed it. Jane looked through the box, looking for something useful. What he found caused him to drop it on the table and run out the doors.

"What's wrong with him?" Rigsby asked.

"I don't know." Cho said. He picked up the piece of evidence that Jane had dropped. It was a picture frame. When Cho turned it over, he realized what had made Jane rush out of the building like there was no tomorrow. "Shit."

The three agents spurred into action, getting their gear and running outside after their colleague, leaving only the picture frame. It was by no means a fancy or special frame; it only held a picture as most picture frames do. Just a picture of the deceased and her boyfriend. A boyfriend that looked a lot like the one a Miss Teresa Lisbon had just left with for dinner.

You know that saying 'Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints, kill nothing but time'? Well this is the exception. Please leave a review! :D