'She won't see you...'
Patrick Jane lay in his newly aquired prison bed, replaying Cho's words over and over.
'She won't see you...'
He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He'd been here for what seemed like an eternity, and he was due in front of the judge tomorrow. The first day of court. The first day of the rest of his life - and he so desperately needed to see her. He'd killed Red John, he'd finally killed Red John and served his family justice, and brought closure to himself at the same time. Now, in a twisted ironic way he was free. But in the sea of emotions stirring inside of him, he still felt a need to complete something..and that wasn't possible without a visit from her. Teresa Lisbon.
Both Rigsby and Cho had made their visits the day after his arrest, Van Pelt was understandably concerned elsewhere, but no Lisbon. Of course he'd asked where she was, why she wasn't there. But deep down he knew the answer. She was angry and shocked and quite possibly disappointed in him. She'd always known that Jane determined to kill Red John, but when it came down to it, she had doubts to whether or not he'd actually do it. She certainly didn't want him to become a murderer.
And now laying here, Jane wondered to himself what was going through her mind. He'd sent messages through Cho but all he'd got is rejection. He'd practically begged Cho to arrest her and bring her in to him. He NEEDED to see her that much. If he was going to prison for the rest of his life, he needed to see her first. To talk to her, to tell her how he felt.
The clock hit 9:30pm. He was due in court at 9:00am the next morning. Time was running out... There was nothing he could do now to see her. He tried to shift his thoughts, admitting defeat. He'd killed Red John and he was proud. Tomorrow he will tell it as it stood. He imagined the court room, the Judge, the Jury, Cho and Rigsby sitting in the balcony. He then wondered if Lisbon would be as well. No, why would she? She wouldn't even visit, why would she watch the case?
Down the corridor he heard the clanging of doors and the uproar of other prisoners. A melody of shouting and metal banging that was often heard when a new prisoner or guard walked past. He'd learnt to shut his mind away from the noise by now. He stood, glancing out toward his tiny window at the moonlight hitting the bottom layers of the prison walls. He felt so defeated. Not by Red John or the prison, but by Lisbon. How could she do this to him? Why couldn't she come and see him? The noise outside had faded now, not that he'd noticed because he was so transfixed at watching the moonlight bounce off the concrete walls.
''Jane?''
His heart skipped a beat. He knew that voice. He turned to face the door of his cell.
''Lisbon...''