I haven't seen the finally yet, but this fic is set after it, and after Jane killed Red John. Just always had this idea... Let me know what you think :)

Jane sat on the thin matress of the bottom bunk of the bed in his jail cell. He had been in jail for about four weeks, although he was not the type to count each day he spent in prison. Murder. He almost laughed at the thought. Patrick Jane, the cowardly consultant, in jail for murder. Ha. He smiled as he remembered killing the man that had ruined his life. The man who had taken his perfect existence and thrown it off a cliff, destroyed him. The man who had through being do purely evil, ruined his life a second time by making him go to jail.

"Patrick Jane! I repeat, Mr. Patrick Jane, could you please make your way to the visiting tables, thank you." said the loudspeaker, pulling Jane out of his thoughts.

He stood, careful not to shake the top bunk too much, as his cell mate was not as forgiving as his previous cell mate was. Jane already had the bruises to prove it. There was no Lisbon to protect him here. Lisbon. It was true, he missed Lisbon, and the team, and the CBI, and of course his trademark three piece suits, teacup and couch. But he now had a visitor. His first visitor in a month, and he couldn't help but swing around the corner of his cell out into the passageway. Throughout his time in the prison, using his "people skills" Jane had gained the trust of the more weaker-minded inmates, that he hadn't put away, and was greeted with "Hey Patty!" "Hey Mr. Jane" and "Hi Patrick!" on the way down to the visiting tables.

Once he was on the torn leather seat facing a glass shield, a guard standing close behind him, Jane looked down at the little green button labelled "speak" and wondered who had come to see him and why. Without looking up, Jane noticed someone had sat down on the other side of the shield. A woman. As he raised his head to see a beautiful fringed brunette in a green top and black suit staring back at him with pale green eyes. He offered a smile.

Jane looked so different. Sure, Lisbon had felt disappointment more than anything when she heard what Jane had been arrested for, but it was still good to see him. It was hard to say he was a familiar face though. His hair was frizzed out, and dirty, and his stubble was a quarter of an inch long at least. He looked different without his well groomed look, his three pieced suit, his tea, his couch, his... Team. But Lisbon had come to visit for one reason and one reason only.

"Hey Jane."

Jane stared at his past boss, collegue, and friend, analyzing her body language and facial expression.

Lisbon didn't quite know what to say...

"just cut the crap Lisbon and tell me why you came."

Taken aback by this attitude so different to the Jane she knew, in a voice so croaky, hoarse and tired, It took a while for Lisbon to answer.

"the man... That you shot in the mall... He wasn't red John."

"He was."

"he can't have been."

"He was."

"but Jane, look."

Jane smiled a 'you think you are right but I know you a wrong and I know that no matter what you show me I will know I am right' smile as he watched Lisbon rummage around in her bag for something.

She brought out a familiar case file... The red John case file. She opened it, and pressed a picture from it against the glass.

A feeling of pure dread washed over Jane, he felt anger and sadness and guilt and betrayal and frustration all at the same time, in a whirlwind of emotions. He could no longer look at the picture. He got up, the guard drew his taser, Jane pushed the guard out of the way and ran over to a bin, emptying the contents of his stomach.

Lisbon knew he wouldn't take it well. It was a smiley, a blood drawn smiley, painted over the body of a young blonde woman, a message in blood on the wall written above her.

'Did you really think it would be that easy?'

**T-H-E-M-E-N-T-A-L-I-S-T**

Jane had left the questioning tables, and was out of Lisbon's sight. She hoped it hadn't hit him too hard. She turned the picture away from the glass shield and looked at it herself. What would this mean for Jane? Had he shot an innocent man after all? No. He was better than that.

"Excuse me ma'am, but Mr. Jane isn't coming back. You have to leave now."

With a nod, Lisbon rose from her seat, and left the building. In the lonely car-ride back to the CBI, Lisbon thought more about what would happen to Jane. If it really wasn't red John, why would Jane be so sure? Surely he would check. As for proof, anything! He wouldn't just- there was a noise from the trunk.. Lisbon could swear she heard something, but after listening out for another hint of noise from the trunk the rest of the way back to the CBI and hearing nothing, she dismissed it.

Lisbon pulled into the CBI underground carpark, and when the car finally stopped she paused for about five seconds, just to listen for the noise again, before telling herself it was nothing and getting out. She was three steps into her journey to the elevator when she heard a tapping noise coming from behind her.

Tap tappity tap tap... Tap tap.

She stopped in her tracks. Turning on her heel and drawing he gun, she made her way back to her car. Glock in one hand, keys in the other, she slowly unlocked and opened the trunk, to reveal none other, but Patrick Jane.

So what do you reckon? Better than my other ones? The same? Worse?why?please give as much advise as you can! Thanks guys!