Plot: Someone has just been shot in a bank and Jane&Lisbon go there immediately to try and find who did it. It turns out that the killer still has one more surprise in store for Jane and as a result, Jane has to decide where his loyalties lie: with his future, or with his past.

The world seemed to come to a standstill as the gun was fired and an ear-splitting bang deafened the atmosphere. For a moment, Jane thought that it was all okay, that no one had got hurt.

However then, a figure nearby fell to their knees with a dull thud. Everything seemed to fall down around Jane as he rushed to his colleague's side. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to say. It just seemed impossible that Teresa Lisbon had been shot. Resting on the floor now, Lisbon clutched at her upper leg, where her jeans were beginning to stain with crimson blood.

Breath intensifying in panic, she looked up helplessly at Jane, whimpering in an alarmed tone, 'Jane…'

Descending to his knees, Jane held Teresa's shaking hand, not able to comprehend what was happening. It was then that he realised that whoever had shot her had left the room.

It had been Red John. He was sure that it had been. Under normal circumstances, he would have chased after red John in the effort of tracking him down and finally revealing his identity. Now however, he could not move.

Scarlet was now slowly dripping onto the stone floor as Lisbon leaned against the wall, horror-struck. Was this the end for her? 'Lisbon please no…' whispered Jane, a burning sensation stinging his eyes.

He tried to ignore it as Lisbon slowly looked up at him, her wide and beautiful eyes shining with unsuppressed tears.

'What do I do, Jane?' She demanded, unable to keep the fear out of her voice.

Jane gulped, wondering how to respond, 'don't worry. It's going to be okay.'

'No it's not!' she protested, gripping her leg tighter as though angry with it, 'it hurts too fucking much. I can't take it.'

Before Jane had the chance to reply, the metal door behind them slid open. This was a high security bank: the doors were only designed to permit one person through.

'Go,' whispered Lisbon, 'find whoever killed the man. If it's red John then this may be your only chance to get him. Please do it for me.'

'I'm not leaving you,' muttered Jane, his insides squirming in discomfort and terror.

'Please,' Lisbon's voice was becoming weaker and her eyes were beginning to close. Jane shook his head, refusing to believe what was happening as Lisbon continued, 'it's been your goal for so long now to avenge your family's death. If leaving me to die means that you can get red John then so be it. You'll be happy.'

'Without you though.'

'Don't worry about me.'

Jane squeezed his colleague's hand. He knew that the door was going to automatically close in about thirty seconds. He had to decide whether to go or not. It was true that he wanted to take revenge on Red John for the death of his wife and kid… but killing red John wasn't going to get them back after all.

He looked into Teresa's eyes. She could have been his future. He could have moved on… perhaps then red John wouldn't have lured the two of them here.

'There are some things,' he finally murmured slowly, holding Lisbon's head in his hand, 'that you can't let go of.'

The doors began to slide shut but Jane didn't even look at it. Instead he leaned forwards and kissed Lisbon's head.

'I'm sorry,' whispered Lisbon, a single tear rolling down her cheek. It had been almost half an hour since the door had shut now and they were sitting against the wall, Lisbon leaning her head on Jane's chest as the ache in her leg began to get worse.

'What do you mean?' Inquired Jane.

'No one knows we're here. You'll only be able to get out of here if someone opens the door from the outside and you know perfectly well that no one ever goes in here. It's merely an old supply closet. It isn't even used for anything anymore.'

'I can't let you suffer alone,' whispered Jane, his fingers running through her velvety soft dark hair.

He soon realised that his shirt was becoming wet as she began to cry into his chest.

'You're the best person I've ever worked with,' sniffled Lisbon, her hand absently stroking Jane's torso, 'the times I spent with you were the best of my life.'

Overwhelmed with sadness, Jane rested his chin onto the top of Lisbon's head before pressing his lips softly against it.

He breathed in her scent, tears filling his eyes.

'You always were really inappropriate, Jane,' sighed Lisbon as his lips brushed her head gently. After saying this, her breathing began to slow down. Starting to panic, Jane moved so that he could observe her. Lisbon's eyes were screwed up in pain as she started to moan, holding her leg.

Her groans seemed to cause Jane agony. He couldn't listen to this. He cared about her too much.

Pulse now unnaturally slow, Lisbon's eyes began to shut. The pain in her leg was engulfing her. This pain was unbearable. Her head flopping against Jane once more, she started to feel herself losing consciousness.

She couldn't die here... there were so many things she wanted to do.

Was this the end then?

All of these torturing thoughts swam around her head until she couldn't focus on anything. She was so weak; she couldn't even move her fingers.

She had no idea whether she was still awake or not. Was Jane still with her?

Just then though she heard voices from nearby. She wanted to find them or at least call for help but she couldn't summon the strength. She wasn't sure whether Jane was awake or not.

Who were these people? Could they help? Could they get her and Jane out?

The voices were definitely getting louder. All Lisbon had strength to do was squeeze Jane's warm comfortable chest. At least she was with him. She felt safe when she was with him... which was stupid because there was no denying that she was dying currently.

This was the best way to die though- in the comfort of Jane's arms. This was where she belonged. She just wished she'd told him this... before it had been too late.