Beginning of Ends
They had been so close. Everything had just started to get better.
Lorelei was gone. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome FBI agent had transferred for reasons that Jane may or may not have had a hand with. They went back to old rhythms, the banter, the sharing of food during a case, even going to the movies or an art exhibit should one happen to be nearby. He had let himself believe in the chance that maybe... That maybe once Red John was gone, because it had to be over someday, that they could move on together.
They had been mere minutes away from taking down Red John when he got a call.
She knew what coming here, what coming to him willingly, meant.
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She didn't fight, didn't see the point really. She came to make a deal with devil, the cost being her life. She waited patiently as he walked towards her. He wore a navy suit and black shoes. Hard to believe that a man that had done so much evil, that had caused so much pain could look so normal. She told him to stop dragging this out and just get it over with, cursing the small tremble in her voice that betrayed what she was feeling. He smiled softly at her shaking his head. He told her he wouldn't let a hurt her. He wouldn't touch her. Wouldn't lay on a hand on her. After all that wasn't what they'd agreed on.
He handed over a small needle and told her to inject herself with it. Shed eyed him skeptically wondering if he'd really keep his word.
"Don't worry my dear. I am a man true to his word. We both know that this is the only way to get what we both want, aren't I right Teresa?"
Hesitating momentarily, she gave him a small nod and turned to press the needle to her arm. She felt nothing at first before she felt herself tense up, everything felt muddy and her vision was foggy. She swayed a bit before collapsing to her knees. She slid further to the floor before, laying on her back she saw footsteps approaching her before his face came into view. She stared into those cold steel blue eyes before she felt her eyes droop closed. The last thing she heard before the darkness swept her unconscious was the word Amelia.
11 months later
Mark and Abby Despon lived in a friendly neighborhood of suburban homes in Sacramento, with their two daughters and youngest son. It was a Sunday, and Abby and her husband were doing some yard work, when they happened to glance up at the roar of a moving van. The moving van stopped across the street to their home, they watched as the movers jumped out and started to unload everything inside.
"Ah so the new neighbors are finally moving in." Mark said.
"I guess so." His wife murmured in response.
They watched as a silver minivan drove up and into the driveway of the house. The driver's door opened and a small woman with straight blond hair stepped out, the woman pushed the sunglasses over her head before turning to open the passenger door. Lending a hand to his wife to help her up, the Mark and Abby shared a glance communicating as only some couples could, coming to the unspoken agreement that they should go introduce themselves. They crossed the street walking up to the house calling out a friendly hello.
The woman leaned out slightly, glancing around before stopping at the sight of the people coming up her driveway. She waited till they were closer before she spoke.
"Hello." She smiled brightly.
"Hi, my name is Mark and this is my gorgeous wife Abby..." He paused to throw Abby a wink, causing both women to laugh at his antics. "And we just wanted to come over and say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood."
The fair haired woman started to speak before a cry from the car broke her off.
"Uh oh, someone is feeling left out." She said playfully, reaching into the car to pull out a baby girl.
"Oh my goodness she's so beautiful." Abby said. While her mother had shiny honey blonde hair and light green eyes, the baby had dark curly hair and big round sea green eyes. She reached out to stroke the baby's arm. The baby turned away from her mother and threw a big smile to Abby effectively making her melt.
"Thanks. Would u like to hold her?"
"Oh, of course!" She smiled as the baby was passed into her arms and the baby let out a small giggle, enjoying being the center of attention.
"What's her name?"
"Charlene."
Mark let out a small laugh causing the women to look over at him. He reached over to Charlene letting the baby grip on of his fingers in her tiny hands. "Well you know our names and we now know the name of this little angel but we haven't learned yours yet." He said with a small smirk.
The woman blushed hotly, embarrassed. "Oops. Sorry about that, it's Amelia. My name is Amelia."
"Nice to meet you Amelia, listen we're having a small block party later today, please tell us you'll consider dropping by."
Amelia smiled, and agreed that she'd stop by. They chatted for a while longer before letting Amelia continue unpacking after kindly declining their offers to help. She adjusted Charlene on her hip and walked into her new home. She maneuvered through the halls looking for a particular box before finding it in the living room. She kneeled down and opened it, digging inside till she came up with a small paper frog inside a clear glass box. She glanced at the box for a minute before setting it on top of the fireplace and moving on to the rest of the stuff inside. There it was. She reached to pull out the small white plush bunny that was her daughter's favorite. She handed the bunny to her daughter smiling when she saw her daughter let out a squeal of delight.
She pressed a kiss to her daughters head before making her way back outside. "Come on Char, let's go help the movers with the rest of our stuff."