Patrick Jane sat down on a couch in a lavishly furnished downtown New York apartment. He and Lisbon had been in New York for their 2nd anniversary. Lisbon was across the room, with her arms crossed and the look she gets when she's really angry that Jane always found adorable. "Really Lisbon, you shouldn't be so dramatic about the whole thing." He said as he made himself comfortable. "Dramatic?!" She practically shouted. "These people have been following us around New York for 2 days and then they just come up and say we're in danger? How do you know that it wasn't some of their people who were shooting at us? Hm?" "Uh, probably because those shooters seemed pretty intent on killing us, and why would they risk their own people? It's a good thing Mr. Reese and Shaw here were there, we might be dead if they weren't!" "Whatever." Lisbon muttered.
Reese and Shaw were silently talking in the corner. "Any news on Finch yet?" Shaw inquired. "No, the Machine won't say where he is." "I hate that voice." Shaw muttered. "What, Root's?" "It's not Root!" Shaw exploded, making everyone in the room go silent. She rolled her eyes and walked over to Jane. "Alright, since you're the psychic, tell me who's trying to kill you." She stated bluntly. "You haven't already figured it out with your high-tech devices?" Jane mocked shock. Shaw just glared down at him. "And besides, there is no such thing as psychics." He stated matter-of-factly. "I'm just very good at reading people. For example, you." "You don't know anything about me." Shaw said. "Ah, but how wrong you are." Jane gave her his signature smile and began, "You're a sociopath. You always have been, you could never feel or empathize with people. Up until a few years ago, anyway. Then, you met someone... No, several people, who changed your life. I'm guessing John here is one of them. They gave you a purpose, what it is I wouldn't know, but a purpose nonetheless. But you met one person in particular... A woman... Who made you feel again. You loved her..." Jane paused and looked at Shaw in a way that made her feel he could see into her soul. "And she's gone. Dead." Shaw clenched her jaw. "And now you're telling your friends that you feel nothing, but the truth is you're dying inside. You are feeling more pain than you thought possible, and you don't know what to do with it. You don't know what life is without her... She must've been very special. I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose someone you lo.." "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! YOU HEAR ME? ANYTHING!" Shaw had Jane pinned underneath her arm and her face was inches away from his as she shouted. "Shaw! Shaw!" John was pulling her back. "Get off him!" She could hear the woman in the back. She relented into John. "He doesn't know anything." Shaw whispered, and angrily grabbed her coat and slammed the door on her way out.
She went to the playground. Her safe place with Root. Safe place. Ha. Like that was even possible. Root was her safe place, but not anymore. She was gone, and this time it was real. Not a simulation. It began to rain and all the children left. Shaw sat on the swing set and for the first time in her adult life, she began to cry.