Author's note: I had some extra time today. The story was begging to be written. I never thought that I would write a tragedy.

Heavy Hearts

We had been a train wreck waiting to happen. We knew that this moment would come. Jane had told me plainly that he would slowly kill Red John. He had told me that if he had any problems with his plan then we should talk. I had told him that we need to talk.

Both of us knew what was going to happen. Eventually we would catch up with Red John. Jane would be after Red John's blood and I would be doing all that I could to prevent Jane from killing Red John. I refused to let Red John's death be the reason why Jane was put back into jail. It would break my heart to arrest Jane but that is what I have to do now.

Jane got ahead of me and I was too late to save Red John. Not that I wanted to save him but by saving Red John I was saving Jane. I wanted to save Jane from the consequences of his hate but I was too late, too late to save the man that I have begun to deeply care for. I have to arrest Jane, I numbly think as I stare at him, I don't want to arrest Jane but I have to.

Jane has saved me more than once. Once I was being framed for a murder that I hadn't committed. I had no memory of the night when the murder was committed. I had wanted to kill the victim but to actually commit the murder? I didn't, and still do not know if I have all that anger in me. Jane was my saving grace through that unpleasant time.

The team, Jane later told me, didn't believe that I could do something like that. Jane hadn't believed that I could do something like that. It is nice to have people who believe in you when you aren't at all sure about what you should believe. There was another time when Jane was trying to get my job back. He told me that he was always going to try to save me.

This night, he could of save me by not killing Red John. Jane had gotten past the protective walls that I had put around my heart. I had learned to depend on Jane. I had learned to trust Jane and I never give my trust out blindly. "Jane," I call out to him with my voice breaking.

"Yeah?"

"You know that I need to arrest you, right," I asked him. I tried to keep my tears from escaping down my face but it was all in vain. A few tears escape down my face. I hope he didn't see them fall. I don't want him to see how this whole thing is hurting me.

"I know," he tells me as his eyes carefully watch me. He knew that this was going to happen. He knew that I would never choose my job over him. He knew what consequences would most likely befall him but he still killed Red John.

I knew what would happen.

I could never perform a miracle. Changing Jane's mind about revenge would take a miracle, a large one, like moving a mountain. I had tried to save him but in trying to save him I got myself hurt. I could never perform a miracle. "I wish that it didn't have to be..," My voice trails off.

"I know," he tells me again. His voice not an inch close to being worried. He knows what awaits him in jail. "I can't..," my voice trails off again as more tears race down my face. "I know." There is silence for a few minutes before I hear his voice again.

"I hadn't thought that you had gotten so attached to me," he murmured.

"Me, neither," I told him, my voice broken, "But we knew that eventually this would happen. Didn't we?"

Author's note: What do you think? Terribly tragic? Reviews make me happy. Hopefully this is the one end that the writers of the Mentalist do not pick. Any grammatical errors here or there? Reviews are always appreciated.