Red Raging Rapids (Sequel)

OH MY GOD, RED JOHN WILL BE DEAD NEXT EPISODE, I'M FREAKING OUT!!! :D

Disclaimer: Bruno Heller roleplaying..'I OWN THE MENTALIST!' ..except I don't.

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Van Pelt's P.O.V.

I sit typing at my coputer, pulling up names, running checks, everything. I finally pull up the list of similar people.

Michelle O'Hara

Jeanne Kalespy

Roland Winterson

Lillian McRinston

Christan Willson

Paulie Gerot 

"I've got it!" I announce. Lisbon comes and glances over my shoulder, reading the list of names aloud.

"Okay. Cho, check out Michelle. Rigsby, get Roland Winterson. Jane, come with me, I'm not letting you go anywhere unsupervised. We'll get Jeanne Kalespy and Lillian McRinston, they live next door. If we have time, we'll stop by Christan Wilkenson. Then, one of you can go by Paulie Gerot. Van Pelt, while we do this, you run all these names through the criminal database." She comands. Great, no feild work for me. Rigsby shoots me a sympathetic glance, and everyone's on their way.

 Three hours of annoying typing later, Lisbon and Jane arrive in the bullpen. They both make their way to the bullpen.

"Neither Jeanne or Lillian had shown up on the criminal database, like they were totally blank, so I couldn't get any information off them." I inform.

"Well, I hope neither of them showed up. They were both teenagers who were interested in going to that college." Lisbon explains.

"Does this mean we can cross them off the list?" I question, thinking back to a case where a young girl killed her father.

"Yep. They were both carefree, happy. Neither of them had the....aura of a psychotic killer." Jane declares.

Lisbon is silent for a minute. Eventually, she rolls her eyes and complies. "Okay, you can cross them off the list."

"Will do.  Michelle O'Hara, age 43,  is pretty much clear, except a few parking tickets here and there. Roland Winterson ,age 29, was arrested for drugs when he was twenty three, but he went to a facility for a few years. He's been clean ever since. Christan Willson, age 54, was accused of child molesting, but it was never proven. Paulie Gerot, age 32, has been to court several times because of custody issues over his son. I have all of their information here, and I can make a file." I finish.

"I'll tell you who I need a file for after Rigsby and Cho get back." Lisbon decides.

"Where do all of them live in relation to the town." Jane asks, from his leather throne.

" Michelle O'Hara, twenty miles. She's the farthest away. Roland Winterson, 7 miles. Christan Willson, 1. Paulie Gerot, 1." I rattle off. Jane nods. "Hey, uh, Lisbon?"

"Yeah?" She asks.

"I think someone is waiting for you." I mention, pointing over her shoulder. She turns around, and her face goes through recognition. She walks fast towards the man waiting for her, and yanks him into her office

"Her brother." is all Jane says, before he heads towards the office, stopping to pretend to read something on a picture. Out of pure curiosity, I get up, and unsuspiciously get myself a mug of coffee, getting closer to Lisbon's office. It turns out, though, that to hear them, I don't need to be close at all.

"TOMMY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" She screams. "YOU LET A TEENAGER PLAY WITH A GUN!"

"WE WERE AT A SHOOTING RANGE, IT WAS JUST FOR FUN! I KNEW SHE COULD DO IT, SHE'S DONE IT BEFORE!" he defends.

"OH, YOU WERE AT A SHOOTING RANGE? PLEASE, I BET YOU WERE IN ON ONE OF YOU BOUNTY HUNTS!!"

"Okay, fine, we were in the woods! But she plays all the time with those shooting games!!" He yells back, quieter this time.

"Right, because playing video games gets you experience. SHE'S DEAD, TOMMY, DEAD. SHE SHOT HERSELF IN THE STOMACH TRYING TO LOAD A GUN, THAT I BET ISN'T EVEN LEGALIZED!!" Lisbon shouts. "SHE'S GONE, TOMMY. SHE'S GONE FOREVER, AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

I recede into the kitchenette when Tommy storms out of her office, marching straight down the hall, passing me.The sound of a door slamming is heard, and he disappears from sight. I go to talk to her, but someone is already there. Jane holds her to his chest, her sobbing. He closes the blinds, preventing me from viewing the scene.

About five minutes later, they both com out. Jane's vest is wet, and Lisbon's eyes are red, but she looks like she's composed herself. Jane walks into the kitchenette in which I was previously standing, and turns on the coffee maker. Lisbon comes towards me and says, "Alert me when Cho and Rigsby get here."

"You got it, boss." I agree, and I oblige, too. Wayne arrives soon, and Cho shows up last, and I bring Lisbon to the bullpen for a meeting.

"Cho, what can you tell me about Michelle O'Hara?" Lisbon starts.

"Well, she has a boyfriend. And a husband." He states.

"Oh, look at Cho! He learned it from me!" Jane proudly declares.

"You sensed that she had a lover?" Lisbon suspiciously asks.

"No. I'm positive." Cho replies.

"How?" She interrogates.

"I interrupted them." He monotonously says. I laugh, but cover it up. I would have paid to see that.

"Did you get his name?" She demands.

"When I gave them a chance to get dressed, he jumped out the window. She said his name was Mikey, though. She says she was with him the night of the murder." Cho states,

"There isn't anyone named Mikey related to the case. Did you see Paulie?" She asks.

"No." He responds, and she nods, turning to Wayne.

"Roland Winterson insisted that he was at a bar the entire night. He says that he was arrested while he was at the college, which is why he was in contact with his professors. I had some extra time when I was finished with him, so I stopped by the bar he said he was at, and it checks out. Paulie Gerot didn't talk much either, probably because he wanted to spend time with his son. He was at court the day of the murder, and he's related to Cortez, explaining why he contacted him. Mr. Donovan had offered him a job, which is why they were talking."  Wayne finishes.

"I forgot, sorry. Cho, what was the reason Michelle gave for contacting Cortez and Donovan?" Lisbon remembers.

"Apparently she has a son there, and she likes to check up on his grades." Cho states. I feel sorry for Lisbon, she looks a little out of it. I don't blame her.

"So, that leaves us with nothing?" I tentatively question.

"Check the alibi's, and get me those files." She commands.

"Will do," the three of us say in unison.

"And Jane-" she starts, turning back to the leather couch. Jane, however, had disappeared.

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You guys, who do you think the killer is? It's someone mentioned before in the book, that we've met. IF YOU ARE RIGHT, YOU GET A DEDICATION!!!