Dear Jane,

I'm sorry. I can't deal with this anymore. I love you. I really do. And I can't sit there, every day, so mad at you, but not caring because I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. One of these days, I am going to lose my job because of you and the way I let you run wild, all over our cases. Red John is dead now, so you don't need to pretend to care for me just so you can get to the CBI's Red John files. So I'm leaving, before you can break my heart any further.

I can see it in your face. You don't really care about any of us, except for when we can get you access to whatever it is that you want. Except for Grace, but that's because she is always nice to you, even when you really annoy the rest of us. And I can't deal with your fake charm any more. So I won't.

I handed in my letter of resignation a couple of days ago, and this is my last day at the CBI. I'm not going to tell you where I am going, because I don't ever want to see your face again. And I don't care what you say, I'll be long gone by the time you even read this.

So, goodbye.

Lisbon

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I fold it up, and put it on his couch, where he is sure to see it. And then, I turn my badge and service weapon in, and leave.

xXxXxXxXxXx

"Where's Lisbon?" I ask Cho as I walk back into the main area, looking forward to sleeping on my couch. "Only her cell's turned off."

"No idea. Go bug someone else."

I sigh, and turn around to sit on my couch. But I can't. There's paper on it.

"Did you leave paper on my couch?"

"No. Go away."

"Charming." I mutter as I unfold the paper. I read it, and my heart stops dead.

"No..."

xXxXxXxXxXx

Washington DC, 3 months later

Pain. That's the only thing I can comprehend as I wake up. What happened?

Oh, I remember. I was hit on both sides by cars. Now there's paramedics everywhere, trying to get everyone out of the mess.

The pain's too much. Everything goes black.

xXxXxXxXxXx

CBI

"Breaking news. There has been a thirty car pile-up in the centre of Washington DC. Forty people involved in the crash, so far, 3 dead and all injured. The dead have all been identified; 29-year-old Rebecca Taylor, accountant from Los Angeles, 41-year-old James Winter, lecturer from San Francisco, and Teresa Lisbon, ex-CBI agent from Sacramento. All of the deceased's bodies are being moved back to the state of California, where they will be given a respectful burial by their family."

My heart freezes.

No. Not Lisbon. It can't be.

I never told her, I think as tears stream down my face. I never told her that she was the one light in my life, that she was the only reason I existed. And now she's gone.

In a daze, I walk to my house, several miles away. And I find my gun, and load, take aim, and fire.

xXxXxXxXxXx

2 days later

"We are here today to remember two of the CBI's finest agents, Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane, joined in their final moments by the love of one another, holding them to each other even in death."

"Hear hear!"

A familiar voice, not one I expect to hear today. But there he is. Patrick Jane. Annoying as ever. And Lisbon, beside him, holding his hand… wait. No-one said this happened!

"Cho, it's okay." Lisbon. " We're fine. We're happy now. Please, don't worry."

And with that, they fade away, like they were never there at all.

And I know they are happy now.

Okay, it's sad because I just argued with my best friend ever, Sandie Brody, who now hates me.

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