Lisbon had been drinking. From what started as a relaxing drink after a hard day's work, had turned into cravings, a continuous desire. She had a constant headache, that pounded at her ears, making her slightly disorientated and off balance. The nausea that rattled at her stomach, caused her to vomit every time she tried to eat something. She felt paranoid all of the time. Paranoid that she wouldn't get her next drink in time, paranoid that someone on the team would find out. She knew she had a problem, she was starting to drink dangerous amounts and it scared her to death. She could lose her job. Hell, at this rate she could probably lose her life. Not that many people would notice. She was alone. And now this little bitch had come into Jane's life and tried to take him from her too.
They were sitting in the interrogation room, blinds pulled and door locked. She wanted to handle this one by herself. No interruptions from "Daddy". Lisbon was sitting at the table, head in her hands. God she had a headache. She looked up at suspect. She was sitting there blubbering like a five year old.
"Why are you doing this?" Greer sobbed.
"Because, you're too close to the case. You knew too much about her. No seventeen year old would be able to figure out that much, unless they already knew the victim… Or unless they killed them." She added as an afterthought.
"Look, Teresa―" Greer said wiping her eyes.
"That's Agent Lisbon to you thanks." Lisbon cut in.
"Agent Lisbon. I have no idea who that woman is. She is a hair dresser. I know that from markings on her body. Everything I said had a plausible explanation. I didn't kill her!" Greer took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her breath hitched and she broke into another coughing fit. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and took a slow breath.
"Are you alright?" Lisbon asked, her motherly instincts getting the better of her.
"Yes I'm fine." Greer wiped her eyes again. "I just had something stuck.."
"Good." Lisbon cleared her throat. She had a bad taste in her mouth from last night's drinking session. "Did you kill Suzie Phillip?"
"Are you or are you not working for Red John?"
"You don't know who Red John is?"
"He killed Jane's wife and child."
"Oh." Greer looked down at her hands. A single tear fell from her face. "I didn't know."
"Red John is a serial killer. We've been hunting him for a few years now…"
"..and you think I may be working for him." Greer finished.
"It had crossed our minds yes. It would be the perfect way for Red John to get close to Patrick."
"Look if you don't believe me, then order a paternity test!"
"We might just do that. It will give all of us some peace of mind." Lisbon made a mental note to order the test. She then carried on with the interview. "Where were you last night?"
"On a plane. Flying here from Michigan."
Lisbon looked at the two way glass. A subtle sign for Cho to check if her alibi could be vouched for.
"How is it you know so much about her?" Lisbon asked again.
"I've already told you! I'm able to figure things out by markings on her body. I put all the information together and from there it was just a matter of guess work."
"Yes. And I've seen a lot. From a young age, it has been one of my gifts to be able to train my mind, remember everything I see, or read, or hear… my mother said I get it from my father." Greer looked at her hands again. "Why do you hate me so much?" she asked quietly.
Lisbon sighed. She felt defeated. This girl was innocent. She could see it in her eyes, and she was more interested in making sure she didn't hate her, then defending herself against murder charges. Lisbon needed a drink.
"It's not that I hate you. I just really worry about Jane. He's the closest thing I have to a best friend. As you've just found out, he has been through so much, I can't even begin to comprehend how he feels. If you really are his daughter, tread carefully with him. Treat him gently, because he has already lost his family once, I would hate to see him lose it again."
Greer looked down at her hands guiltily.
"Is there something you would like to share?"
"I'm not sure I should. At least not until the paternity test comes back and I know I can trust you."
"As an Agent of the law, everything you say will be held in confidence."
"And as a seventeen year old with personal interest to one of your friends, anything you hear can be passed on to anyone of your Agents. This would need to stay between us. And I need to know that I can trust you, in a personal way, not in a locked room sort of way."
There was a knock at the door. Lisbon got up and went out to talk to Cho.
"Alibi checks out boss. She was on the plane when the murder took place. Also the prints on the knife, belonged to one Joseph Harkins."
"Ok thanks Cho. Hey I need you to do something." She said her voice lowering to a whisper.
"Order a paternity test. I still need to make sure she isn't working for Red John."
"On it boss."
Jane was being held hostage on his couch. Van Pelt had him sitting with his cup of tea, threatening to taser him if he tried to move. Since Greer had been arrested he had had this dull ache in his chest. What if she really was a murderer? What if she wasn't his daughter? She looked so much like him. She had put on such a convincing act. He set his tea on the floor and put his head in his hands, no longer being able to compose himself. His body shuddered with his silent sobs. Tears for his wife. Tears for his poor daughter. And tears for this lovely girl who had come into his life, and changed it in an instant.
Grace looked up from her paperwork. This wasn't the first time she had seen Patrick Jane cry. Last time she had shut the door and left him to compose himself, but this time, she couldn't just leave him crying right in front of her.
Silently and cautiously she got up and went and sat by him. She patted him on the back, making soothing noises. Patrick kept crying. Each wave of grief ripping his chest apart. He felt as if he was breaking from the inside out. All Grace wanted to do was take him in her arms and rock him. It made her heart ache to see the notorious and sarcastic Patrick Jane breaking down in front of her. She heard him take a couple of deep breaths. He didn't lift his face out of his hands.
She got up, understanding what he wanted, and came back with a box of tissues. He wiped his face and blew his nose. He cleared his throat and looked up at her.
She patted his shoulder, nodded once. She then got up and sat back at her desk.
Jane felt sick to his stomach. He got up and went to the men's room. He stood in front of the basin and looked in the mirror. He looked a wreck. His eyes were all red and puffy. He was pale and in desperate need of a shave. Jane turned on the forcet and splashed his face with cold water. Nausea rolled through his belly. He felt the bile rise. Jane bent over and violently threw up in the sink.
"Uh." He grunted. He rinsed his mouth out with water and sat on the floor, leaning his head against the wall. He closed his eyes. He was a complete and utter mess. He wasn't sure how long he sat there until he heard a knock at the door.
"Jane? You in there?"
It was Lisbon.
"Yeah, I'll be right out."
"Are you ok?"
He didn't answer. She was half the reason he was in this state. He was so confused, he hated being confused. It clouded his judgment, made him feel vulnerable. Jane got up, resting heavily on the basin. He quickly splashed his face with cold water again before he made his way to the door, where Lisbon was waiting for him.
"You look terrible."
"Thank you." He said, his usual wit absent from his voice.
"Jane. She's innocent. Her alibi came through and the prints on the knife don't belong to her."
Jane only nodded.
"Can I see her?"
"She's requested a paternity test. I already have her sample. I need a swab from the inside of your mouth."
Jane nodded again.
"You'll find out in three days whether she's your daughter or not."
"Are you done?"
Jane walked away, back to his couch, leaving Lisbon staring sadly after him. She had done this for him after all! Is this really what she gets for trying to look out for him?
Raged and upset, Lisbon stormed into her office, locking her door and pulling the blinds. She reached into the bottom draw of her desk, pulling out the new bottle of vodka and shot glass. She filled the glass to the rim, before tipping her head back and letting the liquid burn her throat, right down to where it settled in her uneasy stomach. She felt the warmth spread. Filling the glass again, she took another shot. She was starting to feel a little more relaxed. She reached for the bottle again, this time not bothering to use the glass.
Greer had been moved to a holding room upstairs. It was equipped with a small bed and bedside table. In the corner of the room there was a small table, with a single chair. Rather gloomy. She wasn't allowed to see Patrick again until the tests came back. This had completely disheartened her when she had found this out. She didn't have a lot of time left. But she sighed in relief, knowing her secret was safe for a little while longer, because once it was out in the open… everything would change, there would be no going back.