A/N: So! A new story that I wrote in the marvelous scenery of the UK, while I could have sunbathed at the pool or walked in the forests, I was stuck behind my laptop making the most stupid stories just for your pleasure. I hope you appreciate what I go through for you.
FYI: Yes, Jane and Lisbon were secretly together for a long time before this story, but that's less important. Well, it is, but how and when they got together isn't :D.
Disclaimer: Me: AH NO COME ON! PLEASE!
Bruno Heller: No is no, Dominique. You won't get The Mentalist for Christmas.
Me: *massive pout and sad puppy face*
Bruno Heller: NO.
See? I won't get it, I won't ever own it. So forget it. It's not mine. Nothing's mine.
Prologue
"Jane, don't!" exclaimed Lisbon to an oblivious Jane.
He was face-to-face with his nemesis. It was what he had wanted for so long, and she would've granted him this moment if he wasn't carrying one of her guns. If he would shoot now, he would get a lot of years in jail.
Both men looked at her, Red John's face full of pride and fulfilling, because he knew what Jane was going to do now despite what Lisbon would tell him, and Jane's face full of fear, shame, guilt.
A tear escaped Jane's eye, and he quickly mouthed I'm sorry, before both men pulled their trigger, and his enemy fell to the floor with a deafening thud – or it sounded deafening to them.
"No!" came Lisbon's heart-shattering scream, and then Jane fell to the floor too. Red John could bleed to death, Lisbon didn't care.
She fell next to Jane, inspecting his injuries. He only was hit in his arm, he would make it. He reached up his arms and pulled her to him.
"Whatever happens, Lisbon, I'll love you," whispered Jane in her ear, and Lisbon's world fell apart.
One week later
There he was.
She thought she trusted him. She thought he trusted her, after all they'd been through. She thought that he didn't need to shoot his nemesis anymore.
But despite everything she had told him, he hadn't listened.
So here he was.
Looking at her from guilty eyes, at the front of the courtroom. His arm bandaged.
Everybody in the room was running around frantically. The trial of the century.
The only thing Jane and Lisbon saw were each other, the latter in the safe area of the back of the courtroom, able to run away when it became too much. The former wasn't that lucky.
Jane's eyes were filled with guilty tears. Jane tried to read something from Lisbon, to make him feel more at ease, but he couldn't read her. For the first time in years, he couldn't see anything in her green emerald eyes.
When the Judge entered the courtroom, Lisbon slowly shook her head, and left the room.
-YulianaHenderson-
"Boss. Boss!" exclaimed Van Pelt through the hall. The entire team had witnessed the small scene between Jane and Lisbon, and had worried about their team leader when she'd left the courtroom. But they all knew that she needed some time alone, so they let her go.
Now that the jury had their final decision spoken, and Lisbon wasn't there to hear it, the team found they had to tell her. They had to.
Lisbon turned around, and Van Pelt saw that Lisbon quickly swallowed to get rid of her tears.
"What?" Lisbon spat. A shudder ran over Van Pelt's back.
"Don't you want to know what their decision is?"
Lisbon's face read no emotion at all, which scared Van Pelt.
"Not the death penalty?" asked Lisbon, though her face again read no emotion.
Van Pelt shook her head.
"Five years."
"Okay."
"Don't you want to talk to him?"
"No."
"Okay."
"I'm going home," said Lisbon, turned around and walked away.
"If you need anything, call me," said Van Pelt, yet she knew her boss would never call. She would never admit weakness, not even when Jane was being locked away for so many years.
-YulianaHenderson-
"Close the gate," the guard said, and walked away. Jane didn't want to turn around, afraid of his cellmate. What if the man had killed someone? Then again, Jane had killed someone too.
"What you in for?" the other man asked. Jane braced himself.
"Murder," answered Jane. "And you?"
"The same."
"How many years?"
"Life."
"Oh."
"And you?"
"Five."
"Why only five?" the man asked, obviously just a bit irritated at the fact that he himself had to spend the rest of his life in prison, and Jane was free in five years. Jane turned around.
"The circumstances. I was shot too, my partner was in great danger," explained Jane.
"Why the five years? I'm no lawyer, but from what I can hear, the charges-"
"I already killed a man, and was free of all charges back then."
"Oh."
Jane took a look at his cellmate. He had expected a scary man with many tattoos. In fact, Jane had actually expected not to come out of this prison alive, since the other man was already here for life and his sentence couldn't get any worse, except for being turned into the death penalty.
The other man looked peaceful. Jane could see himself trusting this man. He looked like a normal person, no tattoos, no exaggerated haircut.
Jane let out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding.
"What's your name?" asked Jane.
"Chris."
"I'm Patrick Jane," said Jane, and reached out his hand. Recognition appeared in the man's eyes.
"Ah, you're the one that shot and killed Red John? Good," said Chris, "you did a good job. Too shame that the judge and jury didn't think so."
Jane nodded slowly.
"Do you have a wife?"
"No."
"No girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"She pretty?"
Jane swallowed.
"Yes, she is. She hates me though. I told her I wouldn't kill Red John, but I did. I hope she comes and visit me so that I can explain what I did."
"If I were her, I would forgive you immediately."
Jane sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. He really needed to see her. He would become insane if he didn't see her for five years.
Five months later
"Patrick Jane, there is someone here for you."
Jane got up from his bed, on the automatic pilot. He hadn't seen Lisbon for five months. Right now, he was dead on the inside.
He had no idea who would visit him. Probably one of the team, the only people that visited him since he was locked away. More to ask him how he was doing and if he needed anything. After all, they could seriously kiss some asses to place him in a safer zone of the prison. Jane wasn't that strong, he couldn't exactly defend himself if he needed to.
He let the guard guide him to the visitor area, and his heart jumped to the moon and back: there was Lisbon sitting, looking like crap but the fact that she was here made him a little more alive.
He didn't dare to smile though, judging from the way Lisbon was sitting there, she wasn't here for an ordinary small-talk.
He sat down in front of her.
It took a lot of minutes before she looked up at him, and her eyes looked almost dead. He swallowed.
"I told you not to do it," whispered Lisbon. Jane nodded.
"But still you shot him."
Again, he just nodded.
"Do you have any idea what that makes me feel? Like you don't trust me, like you don't want to listen to me because I'm not important."
He opened his mouth to say something, but she raised her hand.
"Don't say a word," she spat. "I've done everything I could for you, before and after you were arrested. All I got back was a mess, sadness. I can't do anything with that, Jane."
She sighed, and lowered her head.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Jane, for the first time in weeks actually talking.
She looked up at him.
"I want you to feel the pain you have caused me."
"I didn't want to-"
"What if I told you that I'm pregnant?" stated Lisbon, out of nowhere, and Jane froze.
"You... what?"
"I'm pregnant."
Jane swallowed. "How-"
"Long? Five months. And yes, it's yours."
Jane's heart sunk. This was not what he'd expected when he saw Lisbon. It took a while before either of them picked up talking again. It was obvious that Lisbon knew exactly what she was going to say, but waited for Jane to say something. Problem was that he had no words. The news that Lisbon was with child was momentarily thrown him.
She sighed, looked around and then at him again.
"I have to raise it on my own-"
"You have the team-"
"But it's not their baby, Jane. The fact is that I have to raise a child, on my own, and eventually have to tell a four-year-old child that his or her father is in prison because he couldn't listen to me."
"But you could've gotten an abortion-"
"You know I wouldn't do that, it's against what I think is fair."
Jane sighed, and lowered his head. He felt tears stinging in his eyes. He was dirt, a devil. Lisbon shouldn't have started something with him, it would only bring bad things. He had always told her, but she wouldn't believe him.
She kept looking at him, as if she was expecting him to come up with a solution for this mess.
"I... I'm sorry, Teresa."
She placed one of her hands under his chin, and made him look up.
She ignored the guard that was already telling her to let him go.
"I'll be visiting you every month, at least. But I want you to feel truly sorry for what you've done," said Lisbon, her voice soft and calm now.
"But I am-"
"No, you're not, Patrick, but that's okay. For now. You have enough time to think about what you've done. Of course I am sad that you'll be here for five long years, but I also hope that you truly learn your lesson from all of this. I want you back when you come out. Not the blinded-by-rage Jane, but the happy Jane, the Jane I fell in love with."
Jane swallowed.
"Ma'am, will you let him go-"
"I'm law enforcement," stated Lisbon, without taking her eyes off Jane's. The guard sighed, and stopped interrupting them.
She reached over the table, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her tummy. They could see from the corner of their eyes the guard almost losing it.
And fair enough, he felt her hard tummy, creating a new creature, a new child, their child, and tears left his eyes.
"In my desk is a little card with a key sticking to it. The card has an address on it. That's a house I bought, for the two of us, where we could live together. I want you to live there. It's a gift from me to you. Please accept it, Teresa."
He wiped her falling tears away, brushing her cheek. She nodded.
"Now go. Rest a bit."
She stood, and left the visitor's room. Were Jane not sitting, he would have collapsed. He got a new child, but he wouldn't be there when it was born, or when it would grow up the first years. And all because of his stupid chase for Red John. Once again, Red John destroyed Jane's life, even if he was down in the ground six feet.
A/N: Ah, it's a bit mean to put the blame on Jane entirely, isn't it? But it's his fault, obviously.
And as you might have already noticed: who RJ is, is completely out of the picture. I don't know who it is, nobody knows except for Bruno Heller so I'll stop speculating about it. I have always hated that a bit, but now I've finally set a boundary for myself there: Who RJ is is not important. For now, Jisbon is. And that is why, in this story, it is not revealed who RJ is :D.
Oh, and about the court scene: I have completely no knowledge about how many years Jane could have gotten for a crime like this. Obviously, he couldn't be found innocent and be completely discharged, since Jane already killed Timothy Carter and has some unpaid fines (around 21.000 dollars, blimey what a load of money) on his record, so the Judge just couldn't. I'm sure you can bear with me there. And 25 years was a bit too much, since I still wanted Jane to see his child grow up and didn't want to act mean for Jane and Lisbon, so no 25 years. Maybe, considering the circumstances (Lisbon was endangered? RJ had a gun?) it was less than the Judge wanted? Who knows. But Jane has to do five years. That's the most important thing :D.
This story will pick up a year later every chapter, so you can quickly see their reactions when the baby is born, and when it grows up. Jane and Lisbon still have to find a way to deal with everything, so that's the most important thing for them :D.
But, anyways, let me know what you think about this idea in a REVIEW, thank you! It would mean a lot to me if you do so!
