Just had this idea as i was rewatching the finale, and i'm pining for the mentalist :( BAD HIATUS TIMES. Anyway i hope you like it, and for anyone who cares i'm gonna try and UD Ghosts a bit later. :)

I wrote this with the idea that they were couple, so read it like they were already together before the season finale and it'll make more sense. :P

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadness. :(

'You're getting that crazy look in your eyes' she'd told him, as she watched the transition between his normal look to his crazy, urgent one. The one where the thirst for revenge in his eyes was revealed for all the world to see.

He stopped listening to her, even more than normal, when that look came into his eyes. He stopped caring about everyone around him, he stopped caring about her. He stopped being him, the him she'd grown to love so much over the past three years.

"Thank you," he'd said, after they'd all agreed to help him. His eyes had flickered to hers for a second. Then they were gone again, anyone else might have wondered if they'd imagined it, but she knew she hadn't. They'd been on her for long enough.

She looked at him entirely too much, and he looked at her. They'd be staring at each other as they were talking and just for a second, he'd lose the crazy look, and she'd forget where they were, what they were talking.

When Red John cases were around, she'd live for those moments, the moments when the crazy disappeared from his eyes.

He'd kissed her before he'd left to go out with the Director of the CBI, before she went to guard Hightower. His hand had slipped round the back of her neck, and the other ran through her hair. When they broke apart she couldn't breathe, she'd kept her eyes closed to make the moment last longer, because she knew that as soon as she opened them everything would feel wrong.

When she finally did, she had proved herself right. The crazy had still been there, and it immediately made her sad that she would never be enough to stop it, that she would never be able to take his pain away.

With a touch of hand that she could've sworn stopped her heart, he had brushed past her, and then he was gone.

She'd heard the worry in his voice as he called out her name down the phone, anxiously waiting for a reply. She so wanted to believe he cared that much, that the worry was genuine.

"Are you gonna be alright?" he'd asked.

"I think I'll be alright." She'd replied.

If she'd know what was going to happen next she liked to think she wouldn't have given that answer. Because things were about the furthest from alright that they'd ever been in this already screwed up mess. But she knew that in reality she'd have given the same answer, she would have lied to him, if would help. It hurt sometimes, knowing that she'd do anything if it would help him. It made her feel so powerless, knowing that anyone had that kind of power, especially when it was him.

She finally had some time to think now, as she lay alone in her hospital bed in the dark, silent tears marking pathways down her cheeks. They'd kept coming for so long it wouldn't have surprised her if they eroded away her skin, she wondered if she would have tear tracks carved down her cheeks forever. She almost laughed that she'd wondered the exact same thing when she was twelve.

She wondered if when she saw him next the crazy look would be gone from his eyes permanently.

She wondered if it would stay forever now.

Selfishly, she mostly wondered if he'd ever kiss her again.

Reviews would be really wonderful. :)

Thanks for reading,

Emily xxx