Spoiler: Just a little tag to the epi 2x20 'Red All Over'.

A/N: What if Lisbon didn't defuse the bomb, it went off and she died. For the sake of this fic the little girl wasn't there and therefore didn't die.

I welcome constructive criticism. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Nope last time I checked I didn't own The Mentalist.


It was a massacre, everywhere you looked there was a body lying in a pool of blood, it was a regular bloodbath, and in the midst of it stood a man - whom any onlooker would have deemed insane with his ruffled hair and wrinkled clothes - holding a smoking gun.

Left and right, around every corner you turned lay a dead body. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Sirens could be heard in the distance coming closer with every minute that passed.


Her death had been the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Something had unwound and broken lose inside of him and in it's stead a darkness had festered and taken hold of his soul. And this was the result.

He hadn't planned it, it had just happened. He had been angry and sad, some might argue that that had clouded his judgement, but he would swear it had made him see everything much clearer.

He had just walked in and demanded to speak to Styles, who had come out, denied all allegations and continued on in his condescending way. That had just angered Jane even more, not only had he caused her death but on top of that he mocked it. He mocked her.

That had been it, the spark that ignited the flame of darkness in his soul. He had snapped, taken the gun from the security guard and just started shooting. The first one down being Bret Styles, everyone after that was just collateral damage, the people that stood in his way and the people who tried to stop him. They soon realised however, that the best chance of survival was to run in the opposite direction and as far away as they could get.


The team had had nothing to go on, nothing concrete to tie Styles or Visualize to the bomb. Which had made everything worse.

He had cared for her, loved her even. He had let her in, and she had been taken away from him.

He blamed himself, even though he rationally knew he shouldn't, but everyone in his life eventually vanished and left him hurting and alone.

He had always assumed his breaking point would be found in his urge for revenge over Red John. How wrong he had been. Lisbon's death had unhinged him and broken him beyond repair.

It had been the last straw.


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