Red Raging Rapids (Sequel)

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Lisbon's P.O.V.

I speed down the road, going only a couple miles above the speed limit. I'm driving like Jane drives, which is a bad thing. He's sitting in the passenger seat, enjoying himself immensely. Rigsby and Van Pelt are in a car, and Cho is in the back seat of this one.

"Nice driving, Lisbon." Jane compliments.

"Shut up." I snap. He chuckles. I go a little faster, and finally we reach the Lossi's house. Cho tosses me a bulletproof vest, and the rest are snapping theirs into place. We take out our guns, and Rigsby smashes down the door. I run through several rooms, shouting 'clear' when necessary. I pass the room where I found Evalyn, an head to the kitchen, shouting 'clear' again. a chorus of 'clears' echo through the house.

"He's not home." Cho states, walking down the stairs. 

"Seriously! Okay, Cho, go see if any of the neighbors over there saw anything. Rigsby, you go over there, and Van Pelt, you go a house down.  Me and Jane will continue looking through the house. Maybe there's a secret room like in Mr. Donovan's house." I order. Everyone nods, and the three of them go out the door.

"There aren't any secret rooms." Jane immediately said. I sink onto the couch.

"You sure?" I ask.

"Randell Lossi isn't the type to have a secret room." Jane states.

"Great. Okay, so I suppose we'll wait for the others to get back." I decide. "At least could you check for any fake walls? This guy...killed his daughter. She was so sweet, and willing to help, and she's dead."

"Teresa." He quietly says.

"Sorry. I've seen cases like this before, no use being surprised." I heave myself off the couch. "Lets check for any clues." Jane looks like he wants to say something, but he backs off. I go towards Evalyn's bedroom. It looks like it's been untouched, except for when Rigsby stormed in here a minute ago to check if it was empty. I sat down on her bed. On her nightstand was a photo of her and a beautiful woman. I picked it up, and turned it over to the back. On an old post-it not, which was taped down, it said:

I love you to the moon

-Mom

Of course, the woman was her mom. Who died in a car accident. My mind automatically travels to my own mom. That's where I got my green eyes. She had bouncy, caramel colored curls, and bright green eyes. I remember I always thought she was lopsided, because she had smile lines around her mouth, but no wrinkle between her eyebrows. It was because she always smiled. She never frowned, or at least to me or my brothers. I guess she saved those for Dad. For some reason, a wave of sadness washes over me, even though I thought I had grown a strong callus over that memory, preventing me from feeling anything.

"Teresa." Jane softly says, for the second time today. I look up to see his worried face peering at me through the door. I realize that I'm crying, so I quickly stop the tears from falling.

"I'm fine." I say. "Seriously. I'll finish looking through here, you check Randell's bedroom."

"I know you aren't fine Lisbon, it's all over your face, but I will leave just because you want me to." He sympathized, walking down the hall. I put down the photo, refusing to look at it anymore. I see a small book sitting on her desk. I pick it up, and flip through the couple few pages, quickly realizing that it was a diary. I flip though the pages without reading them, and find the last entry. September 1st. The day before Garcia was murdered. I frown, seeing that this hasn't worked out like I thought it would. I turn a few pages, expecting them to be blank. I see the faded indent of handwriting on the back of one of them, and excitedly turned it over. In there was a detailed description of everything she heard. Everything. Not the distinct words, but everything from her point of view. As a read it for the umpteenth time, something occurs to me. It doesn't sound like the arguing people were over a river. Instead, they seemed more towards the river bank, instead. I contemplate this for a minute, snapping the diary shut. I hear the sound of Cho arriving back, and I jog out of Evalyn's room. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, Van Pelt and Rigsby have arrived.

"No one saw anything." Cho states. The other two nod, agreeing with the statement.  

"Okay, so lets put out a man hunt for Randell Lossi. He's now technically a fugitive." I order.

"I'll do that as soon as we get back to headquarters." Van Pelt offers. We all head back to our respective cars. Before we leave, I make a decision.

"I'm going to check something out." I states, getting out my flashlight. My team nods, and follows. The sky was getting darker early, and night had fallen even though it was only six. I walk down the small road leading to the sign that says in big letters, 'Redburn River.'

"I don't think Garcia was on a raft. Stay here, this will only be a minute.' I order, walking off into the woods. I can't see the river through the trees, and I walk slowly between them. My flashlight aluminates trees, and brambles, only creating more shadows. After a minute or two of searching, I come across a ledge that overlooks the river.

Suddenly, something hard and medal hits me from the back, and I drop my flashlight. I can't see where my attacker is, and all I can here is blood pounding in my ears. A twig snaps, and I lash out with my foot, satisfied when my foot connects with skin. Another blow goes to my back, this time with a fist. I dreadfully realize that I have two attackers instead of one. Something hits me hard in the stomach, so I punch forward, hitting a face. I keep trying to pull out my gun, but the attacks are relentless. Someone sweeps my legs out from under me, and I land hard on my back, which is still hurting from the blows with whatever metal object had assaulted me. Something nails me hard in the arm, a blow that was probably meant for my head. I kick upwards, nailing someone in the groin. I get up as quickly as I can and kick that person another time, this time in what I suspect is his head. I turn, and pull out my gun. A leg collides with my hip, and I stumble, shooting in that direction. With the first shot, I hear a muffled yelp. I put my hands on my knees, catching my breath. The attacks cease, and I assume I got both of them.

Rough hands grab me from behind, and one traps me by wrapping an arm around my waist. The other hand grabs the arm that was holding my gun. There's a sickening pop, like a knuckle but louder, and an explosion of pain racks my body, starting in my dislocated shoulder. I scream out, as loud as I can, but my attacker throws me forward, and I fall until I hit frigid water. I try to swim, but pain consumes my nerves every time I attempt. my body is bantered against sunken rocks. I try to go up for air, but it doesn't work. I'm panicking, and the insides of my cheeks hurt from holding in air. My lungs are shrieking for air, and I get dizzier, and dizzier......