Just a one-shot that I wanted to write. Based on "Crimson Casanova" where Jane makes Claire's killer apologize for what he did. I felt that throughout the episode, Jane was always being reminded of his wife so I thought I would write about it. So Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I so wish I owned this show! If I did, I would make Jisbon fans all over the world happy! But sadly, I don't own the show and the writers (like most TV shows) won't put any really romances in the show! But oh well, I still love the show!

ANYWAYS…

Red Reminder

Claire Walcott looked so much like her. Watching that video made me realize how much I miss her. How much I miss THEM. Their long curly blond hair, their bright blue eyes, soft fair skin, and so much more. So many things that occur in my life keep haunting me and remind me of how many things I would've been able to do if they were still alive, if they were still with me. But now, because of me, all I have now is just faded memories. Them playing soothing music on the piano, my wife leading and teaching our wonderful daughter along the way. Other memories such as when I first met her, her smiling face that soothed me when I came home from a hard day of work, and other precocious moments that I keep stored behind my thoughts. Memories of our daughter's birth, first steps towards me, her arms out wide letting me know that she trusted me and wanted me to be there if she fell and me lifting he up into an unforgettable, loving hug when she finally reached me. Memories that granted me with joyous laughter and happiness. But now, those memories are often blocked off by my lingering, recurring dreams and memories. Ones that fill my head and turn it red. Red like the blood on the wall when I walked inside our unusually quiet house, that horrible night, walking up stairs, turning the brass doorknob with my left hand and opening up the door to see the FACE. The face of a serial killer, the signature of Red John whom I crave revenge on. The man who keeps me up at night and doesn't let me sleep until he is destroyed. Dreams of that horrendous night and the fact that he isn't suffering, over power the good memories. The memories that remind me it's my entire fault.

When we caught Claire's killer, I went into a foggy trance. I knew it wasn't the time and place but I needed closer to keep the memories out of my head. I needed closer so that I could have at least one decent night of sleep. He was Red John or as close to him as I'll ever be probably. He KILLED my wife. I wanted to kill him, but I knew that it wasn't acceptable and that really he wasn't even Red John. I wanted him to apologize for what he had done. I wanted closer for Claire and myself. This as the only way I could get a little bit of relief from my nightmares. I wanted Red John to pay; this was the only way, at the moment, that I could do it. And because of this, it was my reminder to keep focus on getting Red John to pay and to be sorry for what he did. It was my RED REMINDER!