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Author's Note: Thanks to Just Mosie, JelloFanatic123, jisbon-sessed, MJ2387 and Samara for reviewing. Here's the next chapter. I think I'm gonna post my two favourite endings and you can see what you prefer. But for now there's still the rest of the story inbetween for you to enjoy :) I'd update more of it now but I can't find the right memory stick, I have 4 and the story's spread out over 2 or 3 of them, can't update part 3 without part 2 or you'd get confused! Sorry rambling again, read on...

Jane's eyes opened groggily to see the blurred forms of his team standing over him. He yawned and stretched, he felt like he'd been asleep for ages. But why was he lying on the floor?

"Are you okay Jane?" Lisbon asked concerned.

"Yeah," he laughed slightly, "I just had this really weird dream where you told me you were pregnant with twins," he looked at the expressions on their faces, "it wasn't a dream was it?"

"Are you okay Jane?" Lisbon repeated.

"My head hurts," he moaned, it was true, his head throbbed painfully.

"Well that would be because you fainted and whacked yout head on the desk," Rigsby pointed out.

Jane groaned and stood up shakily. He put a hand to his head and felt stickiness, he pulled his hand away and saw blood on his fingers.

"Wanna go see a doctor?" Cho said in his usual blunt manner.

"Nah," Jane muttered waving it off, "I'll just go get slightly more cleaned up," he continued as his feet started in the correct direction.

Jane was grateful the men's room was empty. He needed to think. Twins! Twins! He struggled to believe it as he washed the blood from his hair. Twins?! Damn it! Damn it all!

Jane got the blood off and looked at his face into the mirror. Most people saw a handsome, happy, confident man but all he saw was a fraud, a dirty, money-frubbing fraud that had killed the people he loved.

He hadn't been able to cope with losing them. He'd broken down completely, he'd barely come through it at all. He'd vowed not only to kill them but that he wouldn't get close to anybody again. If you didn't have anything to lose you couldn't lose anything. But now he did.

He cared about his team. Cho. Rigsby. Van Pelt. They were the best friends he'd ever had, how sad was that? And then there was Lisbon. His precious Lisbon. He couldn't deny how he felt any longer. He loved her, loved her with all that was left of his broken heart.

When he'd nearly lost her forever he'd given into that love and now he was going to have a child to pay for it. Two. Two children to pay for it, he corrected. Twins. A part of his mind loved the idea, it bounded forward with excitment. The second part of his mind dragged it down and pushed it out of the way. Red John was going to kill them!

What should he do?

Abortion was out of the question. Lisbon hated the idea and so did he, he realized. A selfish part of his mind wanted him to run. Run as fast and as far as he could. That way he wouldn't have to know if Red John killed them. He could just convince himself they were fine and living a happy life.

No that was a stupid idea. Running away?! How pathetically cowardly and if Red John did kill them, Jane was sure he'd make sure he knew they were dead. That would be just as bad as finding their corpses. He shivered and pushed away that horrible memory.

The first part of his mind suggested being with her. That's what he really wanted, to be with her. And their twins. His and Lisbons. He smiled thinking of that. That was a nice thought, his heart agreed with him. He loved her! He loved her so much! So why not?

Red John.

Red John wouldn't let him be happy. Red John was going to kill them, he reminded himself firmly. He was back to square one! Frustrated he began pacing around the room. It was just another reason to kill Red John. But there was no break in the case. There hadn't been for five years, so what was the odds of there being one within the next nine months? Less than nine months even.

Suicide?

He liked that idea. It hadn't worked the first time but now he'd know to be more careful. He'd make it so quick no one could stop him. Would Red John still kill them? It wouldn't even matter he'd be dead. He'd never know.#

No. That wasn't fair. It would devestate the team and Lisbon...? It would destroy her completely. She needed him now more than ever. She was carrying his child for crying out loud! His children. Twins.

"Jane?"

He spun towards the door at the sound of Lisbon's voice.

"Lisbon, this is a men's room. You can't be in here!" he hadn't meant to sound so forceful but she started to cry again. Guilt instantly began stabbing him.

"Jane, why are you acting like this?" she asked through tears. Jane couldn't really think of an answer. He was just pathetic, he guessed as he went over to her and enveloped her in an embrace.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her and noticed he was crying to, "I'm so sorry Lisbon."

"We're having twins together Patrick, can you at least try to feel something positive?" she asked him as he held her tighter. It made him remember that night, how happy he'd felt, how... complete he'd felt.

"I am trying, I'm just so scared. Losing you will break me," he replied crying harder. He never wanted to let her go.

"You acting like this is goint to break me!" she said, Jane was shocked by this. He'd known he was hurting her but he hadn't realized how much.

"I'm sorry," Jane repeated. It didn't sound like enough but it was the best he could think of.

"We have to stop being selfish, both of us. We have to do what's best for our twins. We have to..." her voice just trailed off.

There tears slowly drained away as he held her close. They both just stood in silence in the centre of the men's restroom. Both just enjoying the comfort and closeness of the other. Neither wanted to pull away. Neither wanted to end the beautiful dream they were both lost in and face the brutality of reality.

"Girls or boys?" Jane asked quietly as he closed his eyes and gently stroked her hair.

"One of each," she mumbled in reply.

Jane smiled. He and the woman he loved were having twins together. A boy and a girl. The woman he loved. Lisbon. His Lisbon. Forget Red John. Forget all his worry and pain. He just wanted to stand here. With Lisbon. In this moment of happiness. Even if it was a men's room.

"I love you," he told her gently.

"I love you," she answered.

Jane felt a pang of shock, he hadn't meant for her to hear. His grin widened though. She loved him back.

There beautiful moment of happiness was broken by a man bursting throuhg the door. They instantly pulled away as if burned. Jane was so mad he could almost have killed that guy! Some random idiot that worked in the legal department.

"Was I interrupting something?" the idiot asked.

"YES!" snapped Jane and Lisbon together causing the man to wilt away.

"I can come back?" he offered slowly.

"No, it's okay," sighed Lisbon. It was anything but, Jane thought but he said nothing. Lisbon's eyes suddenly widened and she ran out of the room. Curious Jane found her standing outside.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

"I was in a men's room!" she exclaimed. Jane burst out laughing, he couldn't help it and Lisbon joined him. They laughed and laughed until they cried.