Chapter 1: Stay With Me

You know how they say that right before you die your life flashes before your eyes? Well that's not true. When the bullet hit my chest and I knew for sure that it was the end I awaited the life flashes. I thought I would get to see my mother as she use to kiss me before I went to bed at night, the carnival circuit and how they became my family, Angela, and of course Charlotte. I awaited it, but that's not what happened. Pain is what happened. So much that I couldn't think straight, all the walls in my memory palace shattered and fell to the floor just as my lifeless body did. The only thing I saw was her, my Teresa. I guess I can call her that now since this is the last thing I'll ever see. My Teresa and she was terrified.

*RF*

This was not supposed to be happening he was not a cop. That was the deal, she wore the badge and had the gun, and he consulted. He never was supposed to be in the line of fire, and it was her job to keep him safe. This was not supposed to happen. They were just doing what they had taken to doing every Friday night. They had stopped at the corner store for a pint of their choice, and then they would go back to her house and watch mindless TV shows on Netflix. They had grown to watching all those cop shows and laughing how although they were addictive they were inaccurate. The walked in and everything happened so fast that she didn't have a chance to do anything.

Moments Earlier….

"Are we seriously going to continue to watch that?" Jane groaned as he exited Lisbon's car.

"What it's good, it's been on forever, and there have been tons of spinoffs. You were the one that started this, you know you like it."

"Maybe, it's good storytelling. I like how they say that it has nothing to do with real events yet when you watch it the people look exactly like those you're familiar with, right down to the clothes they were wearing when they arrested."

She couldn't help but laugh. She liked how open Jane had gotten recently. They were partners, she knew that his mind was working a mile a minute trying to figure out who Red John was from the millions of hands that he had already shaken, but it was good that she could distract him at times like this. It was something they had started ever since the Volker Case. He knew that she felt bad that he still was going to get off even though they had caught him attempting murder on a child. He was just slippery like that, and so Jane would come over and do his best to distract her from thinking about that, and she in return distracted him from obsessing over Red John. It was a win/win situation and she was glad to be a part of it.

"Let me guess you'll have you're going to have Mint Chocolate Chip." He smiled going in.

Lisbon was right behind him, in fact she nearly knocked him over when she realized that he had stopped right inside of the store.

"Alright, I want the two of you to come in and just stay quiet, and you won't get hurt." A masked gunman said.

Lisbon could tell that the guy was pretty scared and that a wrong move could spook him. She also knew that he had no way of knowing that she was a cop because she took her badge from her belt but her gun was still in the back of her pants. He couldn't see it over her jacket and that would be his downfall. She smiled at Jane and took his hand and walked to where the other few people in the store were standing.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone. Just give me the money and I'll be on my way." He said gesturing towards the obviously terrified clerk.

She watched as the clerk put the money in the bag and handed over to the man. This was her chance, right when he turned to leave.

"Freeze CBI, drop the weapon and put your hands where I can see them." She shouted taking out her gun.

Everything went slow from that moment. She watched as he looked at her like a deer caught in headlights. How he pondered what to do next? Could he really shoot her, or did he surrender and go to jail. Then he thought of a third choice, his eye cut to the person who had entered with her. Of course Jane was standing there terrified as ever, the man really had a fear of guns that she just couldn't understand. Then it clicked, the gunman wasn't as ignorant as she thought because he turned the gun towards Jane and fired twice to the chest.

Now

For the first time in her life Teresa Lisbon did something against protocol. When the suspect fled from the scene she didn't think once about chasing after him. How could she? Patrick Jane was falling to his knees and calling her name, this was where she was needed. At the moment this was what mattered.

"Jane!" she shouted catching him before his head hit the linoleum of the store's awful floor.

The first thing to catch her attention was all that blood. There was lots and lots, and the blue shirt that he had been wearing was slowly getting caked into it. She immediately placed her hand to wound trying to stop the blood. It was hopeless her had was slowly turning a crimson red.

"Someone call an ambulance!" she shouted to the onlookers in the store.

*FR*

Oh this couldn't be good. Everything was a blotchy mess. My vision was going; it was almost like looking through a tunnel. All around me is dark, and all I see is this one little circle of vision. Almost like I've been thrown down a well and I'm looking up only to see the blinding sun. On all those movies you see the person is always like the coldness, but I'm not cold. I'm warm, very warm.

"Lisbon…." He gurgled.

"Jane, I'm here. Just don't try to talk, someone has called an ambulance, and you're going to be just fine. We have tons of shows to watch. We have to see if the two cops get together." She smiled.

"Oh that would never happen Lisbon, and then what would the viewer's obsess over. I mean if they get together what next? I'm cold Lisbon, can I get a blanket?" he asked.

"Cold? No, you're not cold, that bullet barely grazed you. I don't know why you're here pretending, don't you realize I should be chasing that son of a bitch." She shouted glancing at the door wondering where the hell that ambulance was.

"Lisbon, I need you to do something for me."

She knew what this was, and she wasn't having it. He wasn't going to just lie there and die on her. She needed to give him something to fight for.

"You're not dying. There's plenty left for you to do. You have to catch Red John." She even stooped to that level.

"I just wished that you and I would have had more time." He reached up to move a piece of hair that had fallen in her eyes.

She didn't care. She knew that she was crying like a fool but she could feel it deep in her core that he was dying. Patrick was going to die and leave her and he'd never know. She had to do it, no matter how cheesy or wrong and one sided. She had to tell him.

"I love you Jane. See that's reason enough for you to fight." She cried.

"I know. I've loved you for a long time now. I'm tired." He sighed.

"No, you can't don't, you can't just die here on some floor of a convenient store. That's not how Patrick Jane is supposed to die."

Shockingly he grabbed her hand with a force she didn't think he had left in his body, and he looked at her with those deep blue green eyes of his. She was scared of what he was about to say. What else could he say that would shock her? He told her he loved her like it was the weather again.

"I need you to do something for me, something important.'

"You can do it yourself. You're not dying!" she shouted looking up again for that ambulance that hadn't arrived. All she saw were faces of the twelve people who had been in the store this whole time. She saw that even they knew this was the end.

"Tell Amy I'm so sorry." Then he gasped and his body went limp.

"Jane! Jane! Jane wake up! Patrick don't leave me please!" she shouted but it was no use. She knew he was dead.

A/N: There you have it Chapter one. Look for Chapter two before the day is over just gotta look over it. I have no beta so all mistakes are mine. I guess I can tell you this is not a death fic I can't kill Jane. So leave a girl a comment.