[A/N: My excuse for writing this is I'm in a bad mood.
Disclaimer: After reading this you might be glad I'm not Bruno Heller.]
BANG!
The gunshot echoed throughout the cold, empty basement, and the man known as Red John slumped to the ground, a bullet in his skull.
Jane stood with the gun the bullet belonged to in his hands, which were now shaking as he realized what he had done.
He knew that what was rest of the team would be here any moment. He knew that they would see Jane and the two bodies and would reach their own conclusion.
And their conclusion would be correct.
For their conclusion would be that Red John had caught Lisbon by surprise, and that Jane had arrived too late, but was able to plant a bullet in Red John's skull.
They would find Jane, sobs wracking his body as he sat on the floor, gun discarded, holding Lisbon closely as the life drained out of her eyes.
Grace would try to comfort him. Rigsby and Cho too, (but by buying him tea, not putting their arms around him).Jane wouldn't pay attention to any of their pleas.
For after a while he came to the conclusion that there was one more act to conduct before the game was over.
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Jane lit the match, not doubting for a second that this was what he was supposed to do. He wondered what people would do when they heard about this. His team would cry, he imagined. He wondered if Red John's friends would laugh with glee.
He wondered what Lisbon would think.
Here goes nothing, he thought, moving his hand to the wall.
Angela and Charlotte's red smile lit up in flames. Thanks to the gasoline Jane had sprinkled around the room, the fire quickly spread.
Jane lay down in the middle of the space, awaiting his fate. He had taken out the fire alarm batteries, so he was sure no one would save him in time.
He wondered what would happen after he died. Heaven was out of the question. Maybe he really would just disappear, like he so badly wanted to.
Maybe he would burn in hell, like he was right now. Maybe Teresa would be able to visit him, if they met by the gates of heaven and hell.
Jane closed his eyes as he felt a sudden presence beside him. He felt a ghost of a hand slip in his and a ghostlike head lean on his shoulder.
And he could have sworn he smelled cinnamon.