Finally I managed to write a story! :) I hadn't had much time lately, but I needed to get this out before sunday^^ :) So I can't wait for the new episodes with hopefully a lot of Jisbon. I hope you guys like this and please let me know what you think;)

He was going home. After all this time he was finally going home. It was a huge relief and he knew it had been about time for him to go home since the heartache had grown bigger and bigger with every day he was away. In the beginning he had thought that it might get better as time passed, but it didn't. He had gotten happier, he had become free, but in his heart there was a hole. As if something very important was missing. And he knew what was missing. It was her.

But was he really going home? There was no place he could go, he had nowhere to go and didn't know how she would react to seeing him again after all this time. He imagined her to be happy and surprised, but there was some kind of doubt sitting in the back of his head telling him that maybe she'd moved on or even had gotten a new life. Not like a totally different ID, but a boyfriend or something like that.

Because after those two years of constantly missing her he had come to the conclusion that she was the most important person in his life and that would never change.

After Red John had died he had needed distance to everything that had been defining his life for over a decade and had made him get a darker personality than he'd ever wanted.

He had gotten his distance. He had been a stranger in this little town by the sea where people lived their lives full of joy and happiness. He had been the only American person over there, had learned to speak Spanish fluently and had really gotten a new view on life until Kim Fisher turned up in his favorite cafe one day. He had noticed that her book was in English and had assumed that she was from the States too- he had been right.

The people around him on the plane were just ordering their first meal of the flight, but he wasn't hungry. He had thought that Kim would come with him after he'd found out that she was working for the FBI, but she had decided to expand her vacation for another few weeks. So he sat there alone on his way back to his life and his love. It was a 5 hour flight from his town to her and he still had about three hours to go, but was already full of joy.

He hadn't told her that he would come home, it was kind of a spontaneous decision, because he just took the deal he was offered, mostly because he was so homesick. But not homesick like missing home, but missing the person that meant home to him, so it would be an amazing surprise for her. He was curious about how she'd react to seeing him again after 2 years of separation, but he was almost certain that she would be glad to see him again. He had stayed in contact though. For the first few weeks he hadn't written to her or messaged her in any way, cause he had just needed some distance, but after a while the hole in his heart had become bigger everyday until he couldn't stand it anymore.

So he had sent her letters. There were some on blue paper, some on green and yellow paper and white ones of course. But never red.

He had written what life was like at the beach and the sea, what he did the whole day, which was mostly swimming, walking and playing with the kids in the village. But there was one line he always wrote in the end and she knew that he meant it, cause so did she. "Lots of love, I miss you, Patrick"

He had thought about her a lot those two last years, because she always came to his mind when he wasn't doing anything and even when he was doing things he thought about her. She was on his mind all the time. And so was he.

Every time they got a case, it stung in her heart when she thought about Jane and their drives to the crime scene and their innocent, funny talks in the car and what life used to be like. An emptiness filled her every single day, because she knew she wouldn't see him.

He missed her every single day. The way she bossed him around, protecting him and how she smelled like in the morning, always like coffee and cinnamon and just Lisbon. Oh how much he wanted to hug her. How much he wanted to kiss her and tell her how much he'd missed her. But she knew all of this. He had told her.

After a while he was writing letters every week. Telling her that he wanted to come back and that he realized some things. He wanted her to know that one day he'd come back to her and that he couldn't get her out of his head.

He sent her little things to cheer her up. Seashells, a little vial filled with sand and a chain for her to wear from the local market, but she never replied. He knew it was too dangerous for her to write him, because she would give away his address, which she didn't know, because the FBI was still hunting him. He knew she missed him, kind of. He had talked to Cho right before he had gotten onto the flight so that he could pick him up at the airport.

Early in the morning he had gone to his motel room, had unpacked his old suit and shirt and had put it on. It was the suit he had killed his worst enemy in. It didn't feel right to put it on, but he had to admit that he couldn't come back in his sarong and beach shirt, which would've looked ridiculous.

Life had changed and so had he, but that was another story which he would face when he was in fact back. He knew Cho was working for the FBI now and that Lisbon was a small town cop, but he couldn't wait seeing her in this copish uniform. He was sure she looked adorable.

Somehow he was feeling a bit uncomfortable just crashing into all of their lives once again, but on the other hand he had missed them too much to actually stay away. He needed his friends but mostly he needed his partner.

When he got his tiny bag at the check out, he already saw Cho standing there in his usual Cho manners, arms crossed and legs apart. When he recognized Jane he started grinning and so did Jane.

"Cho! Hello! How are you doing?"

"Hey Jane. I'm alright. What about you?"

"Oh I'm fine, thanks! So where are we going?"

After they had eaten something and had discussed what Jane would have to do in order to stay in the states, Cho gave Jane Lisbon's address and showed him his car. They drove there (Jane couldn't be let driving, because Cho needed to make sure he wouldn't vanish) and Cho decided to wait in the local Cafe.

Jane got more and more excited due to the fact that Lisbon didn't know he would be coming.

When he entered the police station he didn't even need to ask where she was, cause there weren't that many rooms.

Lisbon was sitting at her desk and doing some paperwork, when suddenly the door opened and Patrick Jane stood in her office. She looked up and couldn't trust her eyes.

"Jane?"
She started smiling and he grinned at her. She got up and ran to him, throwing her arms around him as he opened his. He smelled like the sea and like Jane and it was the best thing she had smelled in the last two years. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and squeezed him tightly. They hugged a very long time not wanting to let go and when they finally let go they smiled at each other.

"Lisbon, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

"Oh I think I know how you felt."

They still were so close to each other, their foreheads touching, just enjoying their closeness.

Jane couldn't stand it any longer so he lowered his head and kissed her. Slowly at first, just a light kiss to see how she was responding, but when she wrapped her arms around his neck they continued with their little hello.