Red Raging Rapids (Sequel)

OMG GUYS I PUT THE WRONG NAME IN I MEANT THEMEENTALIST (though i still luv ya samantha) AND I MEANT THIS FOR HER FEEL FREE TO HATE ME FOREVER. Dedicated to THEMEENTALIST , because she made me a wonderful cover!!! She also is one of my best online friends, and she is a fantastic, awesome girl and mentalista!!! <- THIS IS FOR HER AND SHE IS THE SWEETEST PERSON BECAUSE SHE NEVER CORRECTED ME SHE JUST LET SOMEONE ELSE TAKE CREDIT FIR THE INSANE COVER IM SO SORRY MY FRIEND

PLEASE don't kill me after this.....

Disclaimer: I'm actually Bruno Heller in disguise. No.

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Jane's P.O.V.

I'm sitting on my couch, looking out at the setting sun through the window, when I hear the familiar sound of loafers. My head snaps up, and I see Lisbon, walking past the bullpen. I jump up as quickly as I can, and follow her to her office.

"Lisbon!" I greet her. She looks up from the stack of paperwork she was just examining. Lovely welcome back present, Bertram.

"Hey Jane!" She replies, trying to be cheery. I can tell something's wrong, but I'm not going to bring it up. I go forward and hug her. She is unresponsive, clearly screaming that something's wrong, but right now it can wait. I just want her to be happy right now.

"We're going to search Mr. Donovan's garage, see if we can find the raft he pushed Mr. Garcia out of." I tell her. She reaches to grab her bag, to bring with her, but she realized that she left it at home.

"Get the others to go to the car, I'll meet you there." She orders. I salute her, and walk out. I see Rigsby and Van Pelt heading towards the elevator, while Cho grabs his gun, and puts it in his holster. Then, he walks past me. I go to my desk, and grab my jacket off of the chair, and I head to the parking lot. I spot my car and head towards it. One good thing about being a mentalist is that you never forget where your car is parked. As I get near it, I spot certain green-eyed cop sitting in the drivers seat. Lisbon holds out her hand, and I toss her the keys. "You coming?"

"Of course, my dear Lisbon." I respond, and I walk around the car, and get into the passenger seat. The car containing Risby and Van Pelt pulls out first, then Cho. We pull out after Cho.

"Do you know the address?" She asks.

"No, but the others do, and I know you're good at following people." I replies. She sighs in annoyance, and pulls out after them. The first part of the drive is silent, and the sun dissapears over the horizon.

"Where have you been?" I ask her.

"Oh, nowhere." She answers.

"Teresa." I say seriously.

"It was nothing."

"It was clearly not nothing. You can tell me."

"I know."

"So why don't you tell me, then?"

"I'll tell you later, we're here now." She says, pulling up in fromt of a modern looking house. We both step out, and walk towards the yellow tape. She ducks under it, and I take a running leap over it. "Nice." She says.

"Thank you." I reply, and we walk over towards the garage. It was filled with two fancy cars, and several mountain bikes, along with a wall displaying power tools. There was no raft to be seen. Officers were searching the rest of the house, and I decided to search for a secret room. The guy lives here alone, with no wife or kids. He must have had the time to build a secret room. He seems like a secretive guy. Thus, there has to be one. I decide to start with the garage. He seemed so tense when I mentioned garage. Lisbon leaves to go talk to one of the officers, and I start scanning the room.