Disclaimer: The mentalist:
Pretty sure I don't own it.
AN: this is a very short one-shot I wrote before red john was killed. This is how I imagined it all to end…
The tears stained her face. She felt like she was caught in the eye of the hurricane. It was too peaceful, too good to be true. It was over…
She looked at Jane .Her actions were stiff and emotionless as if she was in a trance.
His shirt was red, red with revenge.
He stumbled over to her and pulled her into his arms, his cheek soft against hers, his muscles firm, surrounding her body like a cocoon. His breath was hot against her ear. "Im sorry" "I'm sorry" he whispered over and over again.
Her tears fell when she felt something warm and wet against her cheek. Her tears mingled with his as they both cried for the pain, the worries, the broken promises, trust and hearts, but most of all they cried from relief.
AN:I would love to know what you think, please review :)