Title: I don't know you, do you know me?
Rating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Cho, Red John
Disclaimer: no, I don't have an identity crisis, I'm just not Bruno Heller. Are you?
Summary: They found Red John.
Spoilers: 2x08 His right red hand
Notes: Jello-Forever January Challenge; Prompt: New Beginnings
Present
"Jane!"
"Damn it, Lisbon, why the hell did you follow me?!"
"Wait." she hushed him, "Cho, we are at the suspect's three house. Yes, he's Red John, and get here with the team and back-up, fast." hanging up and turning to her irritating consultant.
"You very well know that its wrong to follow a lead without informing me, and this case is all abut Red John!"
And you don't know how much I want to give up revenge, to stay safe... for me.
He twisted open the handle of the front door of what looked like a perfect home, frames of sunny smiles depicting happiness. Is this really the house of such a cruel murderer? He has a family! His hand welded a lone knife, sharpened daily, reflecting the moonlight that shone through the window, and he gripped it tightly, hoping to gain his revenge on the one man that tore apart his life.
"You sure you can handle the consequences, Patrick?" You'll break my heart.
He didn't answer. He didn't know how. A life for a life. Would he be able to give up killing that bastard just for Lisbon, his Lisbon?
At Bosco's hospital bedside
"Do me a favor, when you catch him, don't arrest him, kill the son of a bitch."
"That's the plan."
Bosco beckons Jane closer whispering to him, " Take care of Lisbon... I know you love her. On my desk, there is the entire original Red John file... and... keep her happy--"
Present
Should I really kill Red John? It won't make Lisbon happy. Bosco, if I murdered that bastard, I'll lose Teresa, and i'll never get to make her happy each day, to see the beautiful smile on her face, to feel the times when she'll open up her heart for me... Bosco, I...
"Jane. Jane...Patrick?"
"Huh?"
"I said, when you're sure, when you want to go up, tell me, I'll..." Not being able to say much more, she gestured that she would turn around and allow him just a minute to do whatever he wanted to Red John.
He nodded, and went up.
Banging the door of the only room upstairs known to have no windows, he barged through and pointed the knife at the deranged person laughing at him. Red John, at last face to face, in a room- with the trademark smiley face- was the most fulfilling thing for him. Revenge was to be his in a moment of seconds. He walked towards Red John.
keep her happy
keep her happy
keep her happy...
"Ow!" He was being slashed by a butcher's knife
"Tsk, Jane, you took too long to think, so I made my first move."
"You asked for it!" He replied, eyes flashing unlimited amounts of anger and hatred.
An unknown force drove him stab at Red John blindly, but only a thin, long gash opened on the latter face, showing small droplets of ruby colored blood. Red John, however, managed to slash his right torso.
"JANE!"
As he fell, he could hear the all-so-familiar voice of the woman he loved so much, the woman he was supposed to protect, just before he crumpled into a bleeding heap, hardly breathing and losing conscious.
Lisbon had charged through the doorway, emptying bullets from her nine-millimeter Glock into Red John, getting only one, but fatal hit through perforating his heart. She dropped her gun and hugged Jane close to her begging him to hold on to life, tears falling onto his already soaked in blood shirt.
"Boss, what's going-" Cho, who got everyone there just in time asked, stopping mid-question when he saw the scene.
Lisbon didn't hear him. All she did was hold on tight to Jane.
"Jane...Patrick, hold on, you have to, you have to, 'cos, I love you..."