A/N: I blame my sleep deprived brain for this. And all the recent season 5 spoilers.
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own The Mentalist, I only own my imagination.
'Love is a continual interrogation' – Milan Kundera
He heard the wusshh of the door to the adjoining room open and close. He should have known she wouldn't keep her promise. By the looks of it Lorelei had heard it too, smirking she was looking at the two-way glass then back at Jane again. He knew she hadn't believed him, she wasn't stupid, he just had to try, but if the wush of the door was any indication Lisbon might have. So he left. He needed to explain. He went to her office, she wasn't there. The bullpen, she wasn't there either. The kitchenette, no Lisbon. He almost went into the ladies room, but thought better of it, asking instead someone coming out if she was in there, but no luck. Had she gone home? No, she wouldn't have let it affect her that much.
Then a thought occurred to him, and he went back to the interrogation room only to find it empty. Had someone escorted Lorelei back? He went down to the holding cells, but no one was down there either. He got a strange feeling that something was very wrong. He went upstairs again, and ss soon as he'd ascended the last step he was proved right. Three deafening shots rang out. He didn't have to be a mentalist to figure out where they came from.
Several people were running to where the sound had originated. Jane got there first. He flung open the door, horrified by what he saw. Lisbon was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, while Lorelei was sitting calmly curled up on the couch, smoking gun in hand.
He kneeled down on the floor, frantically searching Lisbon's body for a pulse. Shouting:
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Lorelei looked at him completely unfazed. "What's wrong, lover? I only did what you couldn't." She stated matter of factly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Why?" His tearful voice betraying the fact, that he hadn't found a pulse.
"Because you were lying before."
"What?!"
"You said you loved me." She said, then gesturing to the floor. "When obviously you don't."
Someone came and took Lorelei away. Jane remained sitting on the floor, cradling Lisbon to his chest, not letting anyone near him.
Nothing mattered anymore, it was all too late.
A/N: That's all. Sorry guys but my muses serve me downers often. But they've been generous lately so I have a few stories ready, that just needs to be proof read and checked twice (yeah I'm not Santa or anything) before I upload. Thanks for reading!