A/N: It's like gone midnight here and I can't sleep as this keeps turning round in my brain since the finale and refuses to settle and let me sleep even though I'm going out early tomorrow (Warner Bros. Studio!) Soooooo excited but I'm gonna need caffeine … lots of caffeine!

Disclaimer: I own a Red John shirt but sadly not the mentalist. Last time I checked I was neither Bruno Heller or a guy.

"I love her. That woman in 12B I love her. You take care of her" his calls got quieter and quieter as he was dragged away by the police. Stupid stupid man. I said nothing to him except words of hatred and disapointment.

Tears spilled over, cascading down my cheeks so I had to wipe them "I'm sorry that was embarrassing" I apologised to the people sat next to me, feeling so vulnerable.

"Hush dear" an older woman cooed like I was an infant "Every woman on this plane is green with envy"

Why? It's just Patrick Jane. The same Jane who gets into trouble all the time, breaks the law and drags you down too, … but always has an uncanny way of making you smile. STOP IT! For heavens sake Teresa you're moving to D.C. to be with your boyfriend!

It's too late. That's what I told him. And it is … isn't it? It's too late. I'm going to Washington to be with Ja – no Marcus! I'm going to be with Marcus. MY BOYFRIEND!

I sit there for a couple of moment my mind spinning like a treadmill. We've been delayed, Jane's stupid antics have caused some … complications in the flight.

Not just the flight. SHUT UP! You can't hold onto Jane any more he only does what he needs. No longer any need to break the law then lie to cover your ass; Jane's ass.

Too many people were staring at me. Their judging, pitying, hateful gaze boring into my skin. I can't look them in the eye so I look at the floor.

Keep it together Teresa. That's what you've been doing your entire life – keeping it together. Always being the 'bigger' woman. You have a chance of a new life, to forget him and all the heartache (heartbreak?) he's caused you to be with a better man, an untainted man, an open and forthcoming man. Okay so he is a bit too forthcoming but at least he won't nearly get you arrested, you won't be paranoid that he is doing something that is illegal.

Again tears threaten to fall but instead a brave small voice speaks up from the darkest depths of my twisted and warped mind, one that I thought had withered and died many a year ago when I realised we felt differently about eachother But that's what you love about him. Never straight talking, has little tricks, but he's loyal. He refused to go to work for the FBI until I got a job. It's not just you that saves him all the time, he saves you too, you just don't even notice. Maybe he saved you first? Maybe that's all he's ever wanted to do? - keep you close, protect you.

Protect me? The larger side, stronger side kicked in Ha that's a good one Teresa, he's normally the one that gets you in trouble in the first place. No, he had his chance. He just uses me and abuses me.

Whilst my internal mental debate was going on the plane was once again preparing to take off.

"Now is your last chance honey" my train of thought was interrupted by the woman next to me. Her eyes were bright and kind, and willing me to go, willing me to follow Jane. Life isn't like a faery tale. I learnt that at a young age.

Let him go. It's just another way of manipulating you into doing what he wants.

Images, memories of myself and Jane flashed before my eyes, everything we had done together for the past six years, everything we had achieved. It came to rest on the scene he had just created, his face screwed up in sadness as I told him it was too late. His emotions stripped raw, bleeding out of every pore in his body – he meant it. Oh God he meant it!

"It's not too late!" I cried loudly, (startling everyone as I had been so silent) grabbing my bag and squeezing past the seated passengers with a "Sorry" to one man who's toe I stood on, "Excuse me" to a lady with to many belongings or "Pardon me" as I did so. The sound of my feet thudding as I ran was joined by the clapping and whistling of the other passengers. I could not hear them properly, only my own thoughts and his words swirling round in my brain "I love you Teresa" I know Jane! I love you too

They were closing the heavy metal door but I roughly pushed past them, ignoring their disgruntled cries of displeasure. My face broke into a smile as I hurtled out of the airport, once again feeling them watching me but this time not caring.

He meant it. My Jane, oh God he meant it! And I meant it too.

A/N: I am still fangirling from the finale. It was amazing!