It was late at the CBI, when I decided that I needed to grab another cup of coffee to complete the rest of the forms that were sitting on my desk. Yes, you know the person who caused them. Yep, the bastard, who spends his life on the couches napping when he's claiming that he's "thinking", yeah right. I would like to "think" right now. Grr, I seriously need that coffee! I noticed that some of the lights were off in the bullpen, and Jane wasn't on his couch as I made my way through the kitchen.

Well, he must be moping about Red John in the musky old attic. I don't really see the appeal of it. It's cold, dusty and bleak. I turned on the coffee machine and grabbed a mug, when I felt a presence behind me. It must be been Jane as he likes to sneak up on me. "I see that you came down from that hellhole" I remarked, still facing the coffee machine. I felt the presence come much closer to me, even closer than Jane dares to. He moved my hair away from my ear and whispered "Well, I couldn't leave without you". My blood froze as I realised that the presence was indeed not Jane and I was unarmed.