He doesn't look surprised when he raises his cup of tea to find her staring down at him.
"You look good," he says, and if he was any other man she would think he's checking her out.
Not him though, and it's safer that way. "Am I supposed to return the compliment?"
"Not really, no. Are you here on vacation?"
She smirks, shakes her head. "I'm here to see a friend."
"What a pity. This island is lovely, you know."
They fall back into silence, because as beautiful as the landscape may be, the only thing that truly matters is being close to the people you love.
"How are the kids?" he asks, and it's not the first time she finds herself wondering if he can actually read minds.
"They're fine," she smiles, "thank you." They're her reason to live and they're safe now, and she's not just thanking him for asking.
"You're welcome," he replies easily; even though neither of them mentions Red John, they both know that's what the other is thinking about.
She lets her gaze travel into the distance, right where the waves crash against the shoreline. "Was it worth it?"
His eyes light up with some indefinable emotion. "What do you think?"
A shudder runs down her spine, memories of the nightmare she's lived in for so long rising up like smoke and ashes. She doesn't even want to think what she would have done if she'd lost her kids the way he lost his daughter.
"I have to go. Stay safe, Patrick," and it's her who leans forward to press a quick peck on his cheek.
"You too, Madeleine." She can almost hear the unspoken 'give my love to Lisbon' that hangs between them.
Then she turns around and walks away into the sunset.