"We got another one!" Grace Van Pelt called out across the bullpen. Cho looked up from his computer, Rigsby from his sandwich and Lisbon from her phone.

"Where's this one from." Wayne asked walking in from the kitchen.

"New York." She read. "'Dear Rigsby, Cho, Van Pelt and Teresa. Just arrived in New York and found what I'm looking for. This will be my last note for a while. I couldn't tell you how long. Mind your selves and each other. Rigsby, Van Pelt about time you made up. Cho keep on laughing. Until I see you again. Jane.'" She looked at the card sadly and pinned it on the wall with the rest. "He's found Red John." Grace said quietly.

"Finally." Cho added.

"I hope he doesn't do anything too stupid." Rigsby said he and Grace walked back to the kitchen. Cho turned back to his computer. Lisbon walked up to the wall of postcards. Once again there was no message for her. He mentioned her name as always but never left her a message, how could he do this to her. Especially after what happened before he left. She ran a hand over the ten postcards. Each one in his neat handwriting.

"You ok boss." Cho looked up. She didn't turn around.

"Of course." She walked straight into her office and shut the blinds.

/ / / / / / /

He let it fall into the post box. What he presumed would be the last. In a few days he'd have red john he was sure of it, this last informant was it he could feel it. He walked down the dark street with only two things on his mind, revenge and freedom. Freedom from everything. Freedom to do anything.

/ / / / / / /

She pulled open the drawer and slowly lifted the bottle out. Walking out to the now deserted kitchen she took the cork off the bottle and poured the drink down the sink. None of this for another year at least. Here she was pouring dollars down the sink and he couldn't even send her a message.

/ / / / / /

Jane turned the metal over and over in his hand he was sitting at the end of his hotel room bed just watching the gold flip over and over in his hand. Up to a month ago it would have been his ring in his hand. Now a small gold cross.

/ / / / / / /

She lay back on the white couch and closed her eyes. Not three weeks ago she'd been in this exact spot but for a very different reason. She couldn't help but smile.

She'd been lying on the couch for a good hour when he arrived. He'd come in with his usual cup of tea and came to sit on the table in front of her, she was going to ignore him but couldn't

"Jane what could you want. Haven't you caused me enough trouble today!" she asked. "How's your nose?" she asked looking over at him. She absentmindedly wondered how a man who managed to get himself punched in the nose so often managed to stay looking so perfect. 'No Teresa!' she mentally shook herself. 'You cant think like that' she was so worried about him. She'd been worried about Red John for years, but now it was actually here. They were so close. And she was going to lose him.

"Sore but nothing a little tea wont fix." He raised his cup.

"So when are you leaving" she asked. He looked down at her. "Come on Jane I'm not stupid. We've gotten a great lead. You'll follow it no matter what I said."

"I'm planning to leave in the morning. It's taken so long and I'm so close. I have to go." He said slowly.

"I no. I guessed." She sat up and looked at him. "Will you do me one favour and not do anything too rash. Or at least lie to me and pretend you wont." She couldn't get the worried look off her face.

"I don't know what I'll do yet Teresa. I just want to find him."

"Come back." She said in all seriousness. He looked at her, deep into her eyes.

"Why Teresa…" he asked slowly.

"I want you to." She said quietly. She couldn't stop the words coming. She didn't want to tell him all this. She'd been fighting it for years. But knowing he was leaving and knowing what he was capable of this could be her last chance.

"I knew you'd say that Lisbon." He smiled.

"How!"

"I can read your mind remember." She sat forward

"No you can't." he took her hands and looked down at them so she followed suit.

"You'll never know." She tilted her head his hand looked odd. "Teresa?"

"You… your ring is gone." She looked up at him.

"Told you I could"

"You… you took it off."

"I had to. It wasn't right anymore." He reached up at took her chin in his hands. "Why do you want me to come back Teresa?"

"I… I need you to." She said.

"Then I will." He put the cup down. She was seriously contemplating fainting just to shut herself up, when he enveloped her in his arms and ever so gently touched her lips with his. Her entire body reacted to the small action. He smiled against her lips as they fell into a soft, tender kiss. Then suddenly they were both laughing, and just as suddenly they stopped. She didn't know how it happened but they were now lying side by side on the couch, her arms around his neck his around her waist. His touch was so gentle yet slightly shaky.

"Jane kissed a girl." She mocked softly.

"Yes but it's you so it doesn't count." He replied.

She sat up and picking up her things she left the office thinking about the rest of that night. Then suddenly she got angry again. He'd gone and he couldn't even send her a message.