A/N: First Mentalist fic, second fic ever. And English is not my main language
Because Lisbon is a Catholic I thought it would make sense for her to go to church with her worries and sorrows. She would never trust a psychiatrist with her deepest thoughts and fears, but I would guess that she would be a little bit more open at church.
Disclaimer: I don't own The mentalist, would be awesome, but no.
Jane walked away from the crime scene. Leaving Lorelei's lifeless body behind him. Lisbon stood there for a second. Letting his words sink in. "Dammit it Jane!" She ran after him and turned him around. "Talk to me, you admitted you had feelings for her and now that she's dead you're saying she had it coming?" Jane's eyes were distant and impassive. "What do you expect me to say Lisbon? That I'm sad she's dead? No." He shook his head, a frown came to his forehead. My feelings for her were of empathy, because Lorelei and I shared the same experience; loved ones killed by Red John. I miscalculated her response, I made a mistake and now she's dead. Because she was foolish enough to take on Red John alone!"
Lisbon swallowed. "Just like you are." Her words caused a change in Jane's demeanor, he shifted his eyes to the floor. "You can't keep pushing me away Jane. You're just gonna get yourself killed, just like Lorelei." Her voice had somehow gotten back to a calmer tone. "Please Jane, let me in." She took his hand, but he immediately pulled it back. "I can't do that Lisbon, it's just going to get you killed too." With that he quickly made his way back to his car.
Lisbon stood in silence as her heart crumpled. She'd hoped that now that Lorelei was gone he would turn back to her and stop distancing himself from her. She'd obviously been wrong. Just a few more hours until daylight, then she would be able to get it of her chest. She fumbled with the cross around her neck.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." A large sigh was heard from the other compartment. "No, you haven't." That got her immediate attention. "Excuse me?" The priest spoke in a soft voice. "You're never here for yourself, you come here to ask forgiveness for his sins." Startled, her voice came out weakly. "Yes."
"What has he done this time?" She cleared her throat. "He helped someone escape from prison. And that person then able to kill someone and put another in a coma. And now this person is dead too."
"Does he feel responsible?" She swallowed, she hated talking about this, but at least talking to a priest was safe. The church had always been her ultimate safe haven. "No, because these were people. He's obsessed with finding a criminal they were associated with and he doesn't care what he's got to do to get him."
"He sounds like a dangerous man, your partner. Why do you still work with him? Why do you still care?" Lisbon struggled with her words. "Because...because I love him." Her words had barely been above a whisper. "See, that wasn't so hard , you love him and that is why you come her every once in a while to get forgiveness for his sins. Why don't you tell him how you feel, it might make him change his ways." There was something in his voice that had Lisbon worry for a second, but then her emotions took over. "No, I could never...he wouldn't...He's too obsessed to even notice people to care for him, or even trust me as his friend. He keeps putting distance between us." Lisbon was sobbing by now, a feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed her, due to her finally speaking the thoughts she'd been keeping to herself all this time.
"Oh come one, Jane only does that because he loves you!" It took Red John only a second to realize his mistake. It had taken Lisbon less. Before he could react the door was swung open and he found himself staring at the barrel of Lisbon's Glock, she cocked back the hammer.
"You...all this time, it was you?" "Who?" The man replied innocently. "Red John." She whispered. A wicked smile crept to his lips, it made her shudder. "Yes, well I didn't plan for this to happen. I really did need to know how things between you and Jane were progressing. It's very unfortunate though, seeing as Jane really does love you, and will probably suffer from a mental breakdown again, from which he won't recover this time."
He moved his hand under his robe. Lisbon didn't hesitate for a second. One shot between his eyes, a small line of blood started to stream down his face as he sunk to the floor, a stun gun fell from his hand to the floor. Red John was dead.
Her hands still shaking she wiped away her tears from only minutes ago and pulled out her phone. She pressed the one for speed dial. "Jane? I just killed Red John."
A/N: So what do you think? Was it good, bad? Awful? Also I wrote this as being a one-shot. I'm already busy finishing a gigantic Alias fanfic so I don't think it's a good idea to start another long one. Also I had different ideas about who was going to be in the other compartment. I also had one that had Jane being there instead of Red John. If anyone would like to read it, I could always post that as a second chapter.