Hey guys, so this fic takes places after the end of season 1… I have seen every episode, but this is the best place it fits!

Enjoy!

'Boss?' Grace glanced around the bullpen, knowing that her boss wasn't there. She knew where she'd be. In her office, drinking the scotch from her second drawer (the scotch we don't know she has.) It's the only way she copes.

Grace slowly opened the door and was met by to a new scene, one she'd never seen before. She was standing in the door staring into her bosses red eyes and seeing her blotchy skin. She was crying. Grace didn't even know she could cry.

'He hates me.' Lisbon whispered, before she resumed her heart-wrenching sobs.

Grace hurried over to her boss and placed a hand on her back.

'What do you mean, he hates you?' Even though she knew fine well what she was talking about.

'Jane.' She croaked. 'He hates me.'

Grace had to agree, that was how it looked. After Jane shot Hardy and dropped the gun, everyone had seen the look on his face. He was in denial. After Hardy stopped breathing, Jane stood up, and walked away. Just like that. Without a word.

'How… how did this happen?' Lisbon continued.

'Boss,' Grace responded. 'Let me take you home, you just need to sleep it off.'

After finally managing to bundle Lisbon into her car, Grace hopped in beside her and started to drive to Lisbon's apartment. She hadn't been there a lot, but she knew the general area. They drove in silence. Neither one wanting to offend the other.

When they arrived at Lisbon's house, Grace said goodbye and Lisbon plopped down on to the sofa. She sighed. And cried. The sighed again. It was a vicious cycle that took her into the early hours of the morning. At 2:30 she heard her phone buzz. Jane.

She flipped it open and read. 'HEY.'

She keyed in the letters H.I. and pressed send. Within seconds she had another message, 'YOU DONE CRYING YET?' she gasped.

'SURE.' She responded.

'GOOD. WILL YOU LET ME IN?' Lisbon leapt from the sofa and hurried to the door. She threw it open and there her was. He poor, broken, wet Jane. She ushered him inside and clicked on the kettle as she passed.

'Why were you out in the rain?' she called as she got him a towel.

'I'm not good with crying women!' He yelled back. She threw the towel at his face and he beamed his amazingly charming smile.

Without knowing what she was doing, she broke down again. This time he came. This time he comforted her. He held her on the sofa as she repeated, 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

He hushed her and after she calmed down, finally asked. 'Teresa, what on earth do you have to be sorry for?'

She stared up at him with her amazing eyes and sobbed as she said, 'if I were dead, he'd be alive. You'd have Red John and you wouldn't hate me.'

Jane loosened his grasp on her in pure shock. 'What?' he muttered. 'You think I left because I wanted you dead?' He asked in both a confused and hurt tone. She nodded.

'Why? Why would think that?'

'Jane, you stopped him from shooting me and then walked away. I called for you. But you just… walked away.'

Jane stared down at her with clear sorrow and desperation in his eyes. 'Lisbon, I don't want you dead! How on earth could I want you dead? I shot Hardy to save you. You want to know why I left? It felt too good. I didn't want anyone to see how thrilled I was that I'd got one. I killed his friend. I didn't want you to see how happy I was that I'd done it!' Jane's voice was becoming shaky, and Lisbon feared that he too was going to turn into a blubbering mess in front of her.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. He yanked himself away. 'No.' he said. 'This is wrong.' Her eyes faded. He clasped his hands behind her neck. Her eyes brightened. He pulled her into a kiss. Her eyes closed. She kissed him back and felt the shoots of electricity up and down her body. He felt the same.

In a few minutes, they both needed to come up for air so the broke away gasping and laughing.

They talked all night and when Lisbon finally let out a yawn it was four o'clock in the morning. 'Come on.' He said and led her to the bedroom.

He lay on the bed and beckoned for her to join him. She snuggled up to him. Her back to him and he positioned one hand under her neck, the other over her chest. It felt like no time till they were asleep.

Ouch. Lisbon thought. Something wasn't right. Her stomach hurt. Not like cramps or indigestion like a stabbing pain. Before she could fully figure it out, she passed out and rolled slightly away from Jane.

Click. He could have sworn he heard a click. What object made that click, he knew the noise but just couldn't figure out the object. Lisbon slumped away from him and then he knew. A silencer. A gun with a silencer. Jane moved his hand from her chest and felt the warm blood pulsing from her stomach. He shimmied his other hand free and clicked on the light.

There beside her head on the pillow was a note.

'I CAN SHOOT YOUR FRIENDS TOO.

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