Hello my readers! I'm SOOO sorry I haven't uploaded ANYTHING in FOREVER but you know how getting back into school can be :P and I've been so busy with marching band too, it's been crazy. But I've had the urge to write lately, so I thought I'd try to get into another story! Hopefully this one will be one that I actually continue with. Although don't get me wrong, I will be working on My Love is Leaving Me, it's just been hard to think of what to write next :P
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Disclaimer- hasn't this become unnecessary by this point?
Dear Jane,
I miss you. More than I thought I would. When you told me you were leaving to chase Red John across the country, I thought "oh that's just talk." But you did it. And I regret letting you leave. It feels as if my whole life has been put on hold until you get back. Any idea when that may be?
I miss what we had. It was really great, while it lasted. I admitted my true feelings for you, something I swore I would never do. And you said the same about me. I have to admit, I never saw that coming. It's been so long since I've loved, or been loved, that I almost forgot what it felt like. But you help me remember. And then you left. You promised we'd pick up right where we left off, but is that possible? May we forget about our feelings in these months? I pray that we wont, because my love for you is real, and I don't think I have ever been in love like this before and I doubt I will again. There is no one else for me, Patrick, but you. I love you. Keep Safe, Jane, that's an order.
I dream of you,
Teresa Lisbon
Lisbon signed her name at the bottom of the note, slipping it into and envelope and sealing it. She sighed, placing the letter on her desk. Jane had only been gone for a month and a half, but she missed him as if he had been gone for a year. She remembered back to their last night they spent together, wrapped around each other in the bedroom of her house. It had been the perfect goodbye. She thought about that night when she missed him, which incidentally made her miss him more.
She filled out the mailing and return addresses and stuck a stamp on the corner. It almost made her cringe as she filled "Boston, Massachusetts" into the mailing address, knowing that he was that far away from her. He didn't keep a phone so Red John wouldn't be able to track him, so their only way of communication was through letter. She stood, placing the letter into her purse and walking into the bull pen. It was past hours, so almost everyone was gone. The only one who was still at their desk was Van Pelt, typing away on her computer.
"Van Pelt, don't you think you should go home?" Lisbon said as she walked up beside the red haired agent.
"Isn't that what I always say to you?" she smiled lightly for only a brief second before turning back to the computer. Lisbon looked at the screen. It was background information on the victim from their latest case. Van Pelt could feel Lisbon's eyes over her shoulder. "She was only 12." she said softly. "How could anyone kill a child?"
Lisbon didn't answer, but instead patted the agent on the back. "Go get some sleep, Van Pelt."
Van Pelt sighed and rose, walking with her boss to the elevator. Once inside, she broke the silence.
"The case would be solved if Jane were here."
Lisbon looked at her colleague, "I know, but we just have to deal without him for a while."
"I miss him. Rigsby misses him. Cho even said he misses him." Van Pelt's eyes were on the verge of tears as she thought back to their loved consultant.
"He'll be back." were Lisbon's only words as the two departed the elevator.
They both walked to their cars, only saying a brief goodnight over their shoulders. Lisbon got into her car, sitting in the much appreciated silence for a moment. She reached for her keys, slowly placing them in the ignition. She waited as the car roared to life and made sure Van Pelt was out of the parking garage before backing up. She took a deep breath before heading off to her quiet, empty apartment once again, to spend yet another night alone.
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He couldn't sleep. He could never sleep without Lisbon beside him. It was the lack of warmth that made him feel uncomfortable and nervous every night. Jane swung his legs off the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Glancing at the clock beside him, he sighed reading 12:00 in the flashing florescent colours. The power had gone out yet again. That's what he got for sleeping in such a crappy motel. He reached beside the clock and grabbed his phone, turning it on but taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright light. This clock said 4:37 am. What was there to do at 4:37 am?
Patrick walked into the bathroom, splashing water on his pale face. Drying off with a towel, he looked into the dirty mirror and almost jumped at the sight. His normally perfect blonde hair was messy and greasy, his face was almost pure white aside from the dark circles under his eyes, which were bloodshot. It scared himself to look like this, but he shook it off, telling himself he was there for a reason: to find Red John and take him down. This was the first time Red John had gone out of California. He had killed a girl in Rode Island, and Jane had followed him there, only to then be led to Boston by another murder.
Jane walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, placing his head on his hands. He hated what Red John had made him become. He lost yet another person who meant everything to him. He hadn't lost her in the way he lost his family, but it was close. Right as he and Lisbon were finally together, Red John had to taunt him, forcing him to pack up and follow. Lisbon had tried not to show it, but he could tell that when he told her he was leaving, she had been crushed, and it was hard for him to see. He loved Lisbon so much, he didn't want to leave. But he had to find Red John. He had to find him and make him pay for what he had done to his family. And he wouldn't go home until he had done just that.
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