A/N: This story will be has nothing to do with what happened on season finale.I'm just a fan with a WILD imagination ;).I have more,I promise.

Title: Moving on
Pairing; Jane/Lisbon all the way.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me,you know the drill.
Spoilers: none.

A/N: there has been a tiny tiny little problem with the story and it's already been to one of my and I should mention it right now,this fic is short,just three chapters,nothing more.I hate writing long fics.

kuddos to my beta!

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Red John was dead.

The nightmare ended exactly two weeks ago. Now, we could finally breathe with that it was easy, because it wasn' one ever said it would be.I had just been kidnapped and tortured by this mad man who had no reason for doing what he did to me, other than Patrick Jane had crushed his ego. He admitted that he had no intention of killing me, just make me suffer, and was just using me in an attempt to get to Jane.

´How awfully thoughtful of him', I thought wryly.

I still see his face (at least what was visible of it to me) when I close my eyes. It's like it had been emblazoned on my matter what I did I could not get it out,so now the insomnia was part of my every day ritual. I kept staring at the window,thinking he might come back and get me at any moment. It took me several days to convince myself he was gone for good.

For a moment I could understand everything Jane had gone through. How much he had suffered for so many years; and I gave him a hard time about pursuing his revenge,trying to convince him it was not worth it. But it could breathe easier now. He smiled more than he ever had before, and he was willing to move on with his life, now that the nightmare he had lived for so long was over.

Maybe it was time for all of us to move on.

"Lisbon," Jane materializes in the doorway, and he smiles sweetly at me as I look up from my paper work for the first time in hours. I barely even remember the last line I read.

"Hey," I greet him. He steps inside and closes the door behind him,taking small steps towards my desk. He looks around,as if trying to remember each part of the room,like he does when he's at a crime scene, but this time there were no clues to look for. I would venture to say he's making a mental picture of my office,"what can I do for you Jane?"

"Uh, nothing. I just wanted to know how you were doing," he'd been doing the same thing for days. Stepping inside my personal space,asking random question to make sure I was in my right senses. Even if I said I was he wouldn't believe me.

"I'm fine Jane," I was so close to losing my patience,I couldn't stand his questions anymore! But then he'd smile and remind me of how worried he had been and how guilty he felt.

"Can you sleep now," he asked me

"Yeah, the nightmares are gone," I reassure was the only one I told about the nightmares,the flashbacks and the insomnia. The rest of the team did not need to know the boss was almost out of her mind. "How about you? With all this fuss about my kidnapping, I didn't ask you how are you holding up?"

He shrugs,sitting on the chair across mine.

"I'm relieved,truth be told," he sighs and stares at his left hand,where his wedding ring used to be."I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I think..." he pauses and looks directly into my eyes with a blank expression on his face.

"You think what," I ask curiously.

"I think I'm ready to leave; to move on and leave all behind."

I frown.

Leave? He wants to leave? So that was it? Working together for almost a year,getting to know each other,becoming friends and somehow something more,so he could just walk away? I knew deep inside my heart that he was willing to move on with his life when this was over,to star something new and live the life he had forbidden himself to live, but I could never imagine him leaving like this. Actually, I could never imagine walking into this office and not having him around.

"Oh..." that's all I could manage to say. He doesn't look surprised at my reaction at all. Maybe I'm predictable to him, "that's unexpected," I continue.

"What's unexpected," he asks.

"I never thought you could leave everything behind so quickly,that's all."

I try my best not to look heartbroken, but all the emotions, fighting for dominance in my head and heart, are taking a toll on me. He feels it, he can feel the sadness and conflict radiating from my body as I sink into my chair, refusing to make eye contact with him. If he really wanted to leave,if that was his heart's desire, then I was not going to stop him. He had done what he came to do; Red John was finally dead and now there was nothing keeping him here, except the team and I. He had come to mean so much to all of us, even me.

"This is something I need to do," he explains. "I need to start fresh and I simply can not do that here.I don't have a reason to stay."

His words feels like a knife through my heart. Everything we've done together,as friends and as a team was not enough anymore. Seeking his revenge against the man who took everything from him was more than enough to have a life,the memory of his wife and child will never be replaced but he owed them a new life,a new future that he so desperately needed. I was,somehow deep inside my heart,hoping I could be part of that future, but hearing his confession made everything clear.

Once again I made a mistake.

"Then walking away should be the right choice," I whisper. "I'm not going to stop you."

Again he frowns. Maybe he was hoping I would do so.

He stands up quietly,slowly making his way towards the I said, I make no attempt to stop him, though my hear was telling me to do stops and turns around,smiling sadly. The door knob still tight in his strong grip.

"It was nice meeting you,Teresa," he whispers to me,smiling again as he leaves,closing the door behind him.

I take a mental picture of the last time he smiled. For I shall never see Patrick Jane again.

TBC

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