“What a day” said Rigsby! The others agreed. “I’m so glad Lisbon’s okay” said Vanpelt. The team was cleaning up their desks. Lisbon was safe and being taken care of by doctors. She had taken quite the beating, but the doctors said she was a fighter and should be okay. The attacker had been shot and killed when the police encircled the building… and Red John, well, he was gone, no where insight. They must have scared him off when the police arrived at the building. It was a good thing they got there when they did. Who knows what he would have done to Lisbon....
Lisbon awoke in darkness… her hands and legs were tied with ropes. Her body ached… all she could remember was her attackers beating her up and then everything going black. She must have passed out she thought. It was cold and damp in the room. All she could think about was Jane… was he okay? Was he alive? Did they hurt him???
She was startled by a noise… her attacker walked in. “Get up – I have someone who wants to meet you…” He picked her up like she was light as a feather and drug her into another room. He tied her to a...
It was dark and quiet at the warehouse… it looked abandoned. Lisbon quietly got out of her car and walked to the front door. It was halfway opened. She slipped inside… She reached for her gun. A deep voice rang out – “Put the gun down if you want your friend to live”
Lisbon didn’t move, her hand was still on the gun. “PUT IT DOWN NOW” yelled the scary voice.
“Okay…” Lisbon said “I’m lowering my weapon now. Where’s Jane?” She placed her gun on the floor. She stood there –...
The sun was setting… Vanpelt, Cho, and Rigsby said their goodnights and headed home. Lisbon was in her office filing last minute paper work. Jane popped his head in. “You still here???” he asked.
“Yeah… I’m just done. You can head home.”
“Can I get you anything… Tea? Coffee?”
“No Thanks. I’m fine! Really, go home! It’s been a long day!” she ordered with a smirk.
“Okay… okay… I’m leaving” he winked at her. She...
Patrick: Listen... If this doesn't turn out well, uh, I just - well, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. You know, the moment never presented itself.
Teresa: Wait a minute now. You sure this is the right time?
Patrick: If not now, when?
-What do you think Patrick wanted to say to Teresa?
(Sorry for my bad English....)
•Patrick: [holds out a flower] For you.
Teresa: Does it squirt water?
Patrick: No. It's no trick. Maybe just a little trick to catch the killer.
Teresa: With a hydrangea?
Patrick: Well wouldn't that be spoiling the fun?
Teresa: For you. Spoiling the fun for you.
Patrick: That's the fun that matters.
•Teresa: So what did you do? Honestly.
Patrick: He had a gun.
Teresa: No. I mean how did you raise the bail money.
•Teresa: Just so you know, Jane. I'm okay.
Teresa: Losing my job. I'm not going to say that I like it. But we got Red John. It was worth it.
Patrick: Don't be silly. "A" you haven't lost you're job.
Teresa: The hearing's a formality.
Patrick: And "B" we didn't get Red John.
•Patrick: Lisbon, I understand your precarious emotional state. Given you've just gotten your job back, and your sensitivity to the bureaucrats that are watching your every move.
•Teresa: Are you all right?
Patrick: Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I’m still home… Would you take me drunk?
•Patrick: [after working with Hightower] Oh, you mean going out with another woman?
Teresa: Yeah - no. You know what I mean.
Patrick: It was great. It was fun. Intense. Uh, challenging. I think we had a great connection.
Teresa: That's great.
Patrick: What? You a little jealous? [Lisbon hits Jane with one of her crutches]
•Teresa: You're never gonna guess where he grew up.
•Patrick: The pocket rocket,
the dynamite, heavily armed, cute as a button Agent Teresa Lisbon!
•Patrick: I have a lot on my mind right now. Uh, I didn't really didn't want to come to work today. But my good friend, and colleague, Agent Lisbon tricked me into meeting you. Knowing that I couldn't refuse you because you're the age my daughter would be if she were still alive. If she hadn't be murdered. Murdered by a man named Red John. Whom I met recently, he saved my life and abducted a friend of mine. Long story. Hence many things on my mind.