There should have been no place for her in his heart. Not between trying to catch Red John and the mourning of his lost family. He should not want to be there to hold her as she cried, or catch her when she fell. But he did, and he knew it. The rational side of him was telling him to distance himself. The other side of him wanted to stay with her. When he saw he his heart sped up. He became nervous, trying to say all the right things. Her emerald green eyes had a way of pulling the truth from him, even when it should stay hidden. Her small figure always packed a punch, and she had a way about her that kept him guessing. Yes, he knew he should run and protect himself. Yet it always came back to protecting her. He knew as well as anyone else that Red John hunted those he cared about. He just didn't want the next name on the list of victims to be his Lisbon. No, he wouldn't let that happen. He would find a way to keep that little place in his heart, the one dedicated to her, a secret. One that no one, not even Red John, would find out.