A/N: I'm sorry it's really dark in the beginning but I am just in the mood where someone has to die! It all get better in the end though. Hope you enjoy it but I apologize now for the weak ending. I am really bad at endings.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine; never has been, never will be unfortunately :(

Lisbon clutched her gun so tight her knuckles were white from the strain. Her breathing was low and ragged as she searched the dark house. Opening a door she was greeted with the mutilated body of Grace Van Pelt. A sob was ripped out of her throat and she collapsed to the floor, knees folding under her slim body. Her gun clattered next to her knee.

Before she could go over to her dead friend she was pulled backwards by her hair. She screamed, looking up into the eyes of Red John. Lisbon tried to struggle but the bulky serial killer kicked her brutally. She was sat on a high-backed chair. Red John roughly pulled her hand behind her back and tied them. A gag was place on her mouth to stop her shouting.

An hour passed and Lisbon's tears finally dried up. She leant forward on the chair feeling sick to her stomach. Red John watched her from the side of the door. He held his curved knife in his hand and passed it from hand to hand.

Suddenly a voice startled her. "GRACE!" Jane yelled. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

Lisbon struggled against her bonds, trying her hardest to tell Jane not to enter the room. But her struggles were in vain and the door burst open to reveal the blonde consultant. The anger that blazed in his eyes quenched as he saw Lisbon. He stepped towards her. Red John moved out of the shadows, swiping the blade across Jane's pale neck.

Jane's eyes widened in shock. A line of red appeared on his throat before blood gushed down his suit. He crumpled to the floor, chocking on his blood. Red John sauntered towards Lisbon and pulled away her gag. She knew he wanted her to scream. She wanted to be strong. But she couldn't stop.

Sobs of anguish tore from her mouth. Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes. "PATRICK!" she shrieked. "NO! PATRICK! DON'T BE DEAD, GET UP!"

But Jane lay unmoving, sprawled on the dirty floor. Red John tightened his grip on his small curved knife advancing towards her...

...

Lisbon woke suddenly as Jane barged into her office. She felt the tears on her face and hurriedly tried to wipe them away. Just a dream, just a dream, she thought over and over. Jane had stopped talking as he caught sight of her face.

"Lisbon? What's the matter?" he demanded, worry clear in his tone.

Lisbon heard his voice and couldn't help but launch herself at him. She collapsed against his chest revelling in the fact that he was still alive. Jane's arms automatically wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter to his body. You're alive, you're alive...

"Of course I'm alive!" Jane exclaimed.

Lisbon chuckled at the indignation in his voice. "Just thinking out loud."

"This is the reason why you should not read over the Red John files and fall asleep at the same time," Jane murmured in her ear. "It causes some really horrible dreams."

Suddenly the door opened. Van Pelt froze staring at the two embracing in the middle of the floor. Lisbon caught her eye and quickly extracted herself from Jane's grip. "It's not what it looks like!" she said hurriedly almost stumbling over her words.

Jane turned round grinning widely. "Yeah, Lisbon just threw herself into my arms after an epiphany that she loves me."

Lisbon whacked him on the arm. "Hush, what have you got for me Van Pelt?"

Jane watched Lisbon and Van Pelt walk away. The latter of the two kept glancing back at Jane curiosity raging in her eyes while the former just kept walking. But Jane knew she was blushing and that was his reason in life...

...making Lisbon blush!

Fin