Authors Note: This is my take on what may have happened after the finale. So, needless to say, if you haven't seen it, you shouldn't read it. Right now I have three chapters done, there may be four, not sure yet. Thanks to Ebony 10 for the beta.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, the season would not have ended with Jane smelling an orange.
After Thoughts
Chapter 1-Jane
He lay on his bed in his barren room. He had shot a man today. Shot the only man who they had ever found that had personally known Red John. Shot him and killed him. And it was torturing him. He knew why he did it, but he wasn't willing to admit it.
The sheriff had shot one of his own deputies, one of the men he worked with daily, and he was going to shoot Lisbon. Lisbon, who had shown up early and foiled his plan to find Red John. If she had only waited—just a few more minutes—he would have had him. He would have had Red John and his nightmare would be over.
True, he may have been dead, but better dead than living like this. He was such a coward. He couldn't even take care of it himself. He looked up at the horrific smiley face on his wall and his mind flashed to another one he had seen just days ago.
A smiley face without a dead body. As If Red John had been marking her as his. It was as if he knew that Jane would end up there, asking her questions, and see that face. And she was blind. Was that the only reason that Red John had chosen to stay with her? Maybe he had really cared about her. Probably not.
He though back to Lisbon and the conversation—no, argument that they had had after she had beat the sheriff. How he would rather be dead than know that Red John was out there. And Lisbon...Lisbon, she was, well, she was just…she cared about him. She hadn't come right out and said it, but she had gotten as close as she would probably ever get.
And that made him sad, angry, frustrated, guilty, a myriad of emotions, all over the map, too many to catalog. He thought of the look on her face when he shot the sheriff. Was it relief, fear, sadness? To be sure she hadn't been expecting him to shoot anyone, let alone to protect her.
He lay there on the bare mattress for a few minutes longer, pondering, before he knew what he had to do. He got up and quickly let his house. He just hoped it wouldn't be too late.
