This is my first fan fiction. Please be nice to me, thought I am used to criticism... (apologies for the rubbish title)
At 5.54pm, Red John entered the CBI.
There was silence. Every pair of eyes were focussed on the team as Cho and Rigsby hauled him into the interrogation room. Hightower sat in her office. She put her head in her hands and prayed that it wasn't a dream. Van Pelt watched him being led away, before she broke down and cried. Tears of relief. Everyone in the CBI knew this case was the most important. They knew how this case had affected the team.
They had seen his handy work. The brutal and sickening killings at his hands. So many case files and victims, they had lost count. When they closed their eyes, they could see that face. The red smiling face painted in some poor victim's blood. They had lost colleagues; Bosco and his team who had taken over the investigation. Betrayed by their assistant. They had witnessed the hold this man had over one of their own. Making his life a living hell, even when he wasn't around.
Red John's reign of terror was over. No more victims. No more cases, no more waiting.
At 5.50pm, Patrick Jane entered ER.
There was noise. Lots of it. Experienced eyes were on him as he was rushed into surgery. Lisbon sat in the waiting room, her head in her hands, hoping he would wake up. Dreaming of a happier future for him. For everyone.
Patrick Jane was a victim of his handy work. A victim mentally. His wife and child brutally taken away from him. He never had a chance to say goodbye. The smiling face on the bedroom wall, painted in the blood of his poor Angela and Charlotte's blood. A constant reminder that his life was once a happy one, before it was made a living hell, even when Red John wasn't around.
Red John's reign of terror over his life would soon be over. A new chapter could begin.