I was lying on the bed at the detention suite. I had closed my eyes and I putted my hands cross on my chest. I knew it was a matter of time to accept my terms and to be free. I found myself difficult to keep a straight face and I smiled a little.

Messing with Abbott and FBI was so funny. My only regret was the way I hurt Lisbon again. I never meant to, I didn't think she would have reacted like that. How is it possible she believed I disappeared again? I came back for her. I am alive because of her. The last two years was unbearable for me not be able to see her or touch her. Writing letters to her was my only joy. The best part of my life because I kept a connection to her.

I dreamt a lots of times she was with me on the island. Sometimes I thought I saw her face in the crowd. She is my first and last thought every day. Be around her is so easy and necessary to me like breathing. I can't imagine a world where I never met her or she doesn't belong.

My thoughts interrupted when I heard the door to open and close. Without opening me eyes I knew is Lisbon. Her perfume penetrated me and suddenly I felt alive and warmth. I felt her sitting in the edge of the bed and said:

"You did it this time. You brought the F.B.I. to its knees."

I opened my eyes and smiled to her. I supported myself on my elbow and said:

"Did I?"

"They conceded to all your demands. Every single one. How did you do it?"

"Well, remember that thumb drive we found in Bertram's wine cellar?"

"The encrypted database?"

"It's a list of Blake Association members. I used it as leverage."

"But we never broke the encryption."

"Yeah, the F.B.I. doesn't know that."

"That's why you escaped. To create a bogus list of names."

"And to enjoy a bacon-wrapped hot dog."

"I have to say, I am impressed. You outplayed the F.B.I."

"Did they tell you when we start work?"

"In three days. They booked you a motel room until you find an airstream. Jane, when you start to work. I'm going back to Washington."

"Come on Lisbon. Accept the job. Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Let's see what kind of trouble we can make. Stay."

"No, I can't. Anyway I got you something." she said changing the topic.

"For me?" I asked cheerful. But the topic didn't close for me.

"M-Hmm." I heard her and she opened her bag and gave me a bag.

I took it and opened it. I stayed amazed and speechless.

"You got me socks."

"Handmade in Washington."

"oh" I whispered and touched the socks softly in my cheeks. The socks warmed my heart more that they will warm my feet.

She amazed me every time. We stayed and talked about the last two years and our memories from the CBI. After a while she had to leave. I couldn't resist and I pulled her in a tight hug. She hugged be back and when we broke up she gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek. It was the first time and I found myself melt on it. Then she looked me in the eyes and left the room. I didn't know it then but she wasn't there when I was released. She had returned back to Washington and I felt lost again.

3 months later:

It was three months from the last time he saw her. They talked on the phone every day but it didn't feel enough for him. He tried to change her mind and made her accept the job but every time she refused it. Sometimes one of them hang up angry. He missed her terrible. At the crime scenes he pretended she was there. He reenacted Lisbon's moves and talking. in other ways he was insufferable.

He was miserable and alone too. He started to drink a few glasses of whiskey every night. They didn't make him drunk but it was enough to blur his mind. Cho started to spent some night with him. They talked about the last two years and made him hate himself even more. Cho recounted him how the FBI interrogated the team and Lisbon. She was lucky she didn't end up in prison. He destroyed her reputation and her life. She was right to get away from him.

He still lived at his motel room. He lost the desire of finding a motor house. For him it wasn't only a term to pissed Abbott but a way to bring Lisbon closer to him. He dreamt the trips they could have had together, the places he wanted to see with her. It all seemed a far dream. He got what he deserved. He deserved to be alone. He knew one day he would have lost her. She would have run away from him. He was stupid to dream a new life at her side.

Working with FBI was a disaster. Abbott and Fischer were mad about his methods and his tricks. They threatened him frequently about returning to prison. He didn't give them any attention. He still closed cases but he created a huge mess around him. Only in the last case he pissed of a judge and he threatened with a gun a suspect.

Abbott talked to Cho about his situation. He wanted desperately a way to keep him in line. He started to sent Cho with him. It made the things a little better. Fischer thought differently. She tried to talk to him and spend time with him. She was almost always around him. He found it irritating and started to pushed her away gently.

He was at his motel room and he was having his first drink for the night when he heard the door knocking. He stood up and went to open it. He faced a smiling agent Fischer and he looked at her confused.

"Agent Fischer, How can I help you?" he said putting his hand on the wall cutting her way inside.

"Can I come in? I came to talk to you." she said embarrassment.

Jane lowered his hand and let her inside. He closed the door and sit in his chair. He pointed the chair opposite his. Fischer sat down and spoke:

"I'm sorry for the time. I know it is a little late. I just wanted to clean up some things between us. I want to find a way to communicate and work with you." she started.

"I don't understand. There isn't anything to talk. Can I offer you something?" he said gently.

"No, thanks. There is Jane. I want to know what do you want?"

"My wants is not your concert agent. There is not you can do." he said steady.

"What about our meeting on the island? Our date, the dance. I thought it meant something to you too."

"What? I never saw you in a romantic way. I met someone I could finally speak my mother language and spend some time with you. As a friend only. I'm sorry if I made you think different." he said upset.

"How could I think different? You took off your wedding ring that night. I thought you send me some signs that you wanted to move on." she said loudly.

"I just wanted to see how I would have felt if I remove it. It wasn't for you. It was because of my meeting with Abbott. " he explained .

"I see. Then why do you still wear it?"

"That's not your business."

"I think it is. Oh! It's because of her. Because of Lisbon." she said and froze.

"I don't understand what you mean." he said mad and stood up, drinking his whole glass .

"You came back to be with her. You love her." she said with a low voice looking at him weird.

"You must leave agent. Before I lose my patience."

"No, I can't. How could I be so stupid? How didn't I see it? I'm sorry Jane." she whispered lowering her eyes.

"Sorry about what? It was a misunderstanding. Nothing important" he said calm.

"Sorry about losing her. It was my fault." she said with tears in her eyes.

"How?"

"When you were missing in New York, I asked her how she worked with you. How she controlled you. She said she had no idea and then I asked her if you were involved. She looked at me weird and told me it was a strange question. I recounted our moments on the island. She looked sad, almost defeated. I'm sorry about the mess Jane. She loves you too. I think she denied the job because of me. I'm sorry"

"Sorry. You are sorry? Leave now before I start to make things I don't want agent Fischer. Go NOW!" he screamed with mad.

She stood up slowly and left crying. Jane took his glass and threw it on the wall. He used some tricks he knew to calm himself and took his jacket. He had a talk to make and this time face to face.

Next morning:

Jane drove all night and arrived at Lisbon's house and found it empty. He pulled out his phone and called her. It went to voicemail and tried at Rigsby's. Van Pelt told him, Lisbon accepted a job in Spain and She was on her way to the airport.

He jumped in the car and made his way there. He called to book a ticket and he arrived the moment they close the doors. He ran to catch up the plane. The moment he was at the runway he saw the plane to leave.

He stayed frozen and let the tears to fall. He was too late.

Author's note: I never like Fischer. I never understand her part in the show. This fiction is M for some reason. See you in the next final chapter.