A/N:
WARNING!: In case you missed it in the summary, major, I repeat major! spoilers for the situation after Red John! I found them, can't completely confirm them, but if it is in case the fact then TV Guide will spoil this in their upcoming edition, if you want the source come find me on Tumblr. Now if you hate spoilers just back away slowly and click the return button you do not want to read this.
Okay here goes:
He'd finally done it, Red John was gone. He'd anticipated jail or death, but he never thought of a fate crueler. Never had he imagined that with Red John out of the picture he would feel so alone, like someone stranded on a deserted island. Even with all of the locals surrounding him he was still on his own, haunted by his demons. He'd given Angela and Charlotte justice, at least that's what he kept telling himself, but somehow his solitude didn't seem like something they would have wanted for him.
Most of all, he missed Lisbon, tried to lock the door in his memory palace a million times, but always wound up going back. It seemed like the only spark of hope in the seclusion of his existence. He ruined the only chance of happiness he could ever have to kill the man who robbed him from his former happiness. Darkly poetic, because the only way he could have been with Lisbon was without Red John and with Red John dead he could never be with her again.
Tomorrow it would be two years, he reminisced as he walked past the little church in the small village in which he stayed. The first time he'd entered was because it reminded him of Lisbon, the second time he had heard someone utter a prayer for those who had lost a loved one, he'd ran out of the church and had avoided it like the plague for months. After a year had passed since he'd had to leave Lisbon he found himself going back. He stopped walking and turned around, the loneliness was suffocating him and it made him long for a God to pray to, because she would have liked it, she would have teased him, but she would have thanked Him for taking care of him. Maybe she still prayed for him.
As he entered the church, made a cross and walked to the front he thought of how much he missed her eyes most of all, the longing that day on the beach, the small moment they'd had just before the storm made their worlds collapse. He got down on his knees and silently spoke out to take care of the woman that had known and loved him, even at his worst. As a last plea he let out a whisper.
"If you exist, please help me find my way back to her..."
"Hey Jane, I need you to come with me."
Behind him stood the man with the stoic face, Cho.
A/N: So what I read was that there would be time jump (2 years! oh my goodness, I won't survive this) and Jane is on the run. Cho works for the FBI, Rigsby and Grace have two kids and have a detective agency, and Lisbon is sheriff in a small town in Washington (state I presume?) So I will write another chapter with Lisbon's point of view, and I don't know if I continue it further than that, I do have to end two more fics, and my internship is constantly asking for attention. Let me know what you think! And don't hate on my because of the spoilers, I told you guys!