A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the reviews I received for this, and so sorry I didn't have time to reply to everyone of you! This is final part of this story, it was indeed in need of a proper Jisbon ending. So here you have it! Enjoy!
It took him less than ten minutes to reach her church, he was the first to arrive. After calling Jane, she'd alerted the rest of the team to the situation, who were still on their way.
Jane came into the church running, out of breath with a look of utter bewilderment and concern. He closed the distance between them, immediately pulling her into the tightest embrace she'd ever experienced. "Lisbon." Was all he uttered. He gave her a little room to breathe, searching her for any signs of being injured. "Are you hurt?" His concern was obvious, Lisbon shook her head. "I'm fine Jane."
For the first time his eyes went to the body that was laying partly in the confession boot. "It was him?" She nodded. "How? What…what happened?" The confusion and worry in his eyes made her want to pull him back into their embrace.
"I was confessing, and then the priest said something that he couldn't have known. And I just knew. I knew it as soon as he said your name that it was him. "
He grabbed her again, holding onto her for dear life. "Teresa, if he had…" "No Jane." She wouldn't let him finish. "Why was he here? What made him take such a risk?" He began stroking her hair, making her shiver under his touch.
"Jane, I need to tell you something. I've been to this church a few times before, it had always been the same 'priest'. I was talking about you, without mentioning your name. Because I worried about you and confession was my way of getting some form of relief. Maybe he was using me to get some insights on you.
Jane shook his head lightly. "He could have done that by simply working with us on a case or briefing us or anything that he could pull off with his job. Instead he choose specifically to talk to you, your most private conflicts. What were you talking about when he made his slip?"
"Boss!" Lisbon looked to the doors to see Van Pelt enter with Rigsby and Cho hot on her heels. "Over here, we're all right." Even though her mind screamed that they were far from all right, they were everything but all right.
The spell was broken, Jane let go of her, his expression still holding that questioning and tortured look. She averted her eyes, the courage to tell him had sunken away.
Everything after that morning had seemed to proceed in a fast blur. More units had come, Bertram had been in a frantic state over her killing a Homeland agent. Weeks of searching for his minions, many of which killed themselves before they'd gotten to them.
In six weeks' time, Red John or Kirland's little black book had finally been found and all his minions had been killed or arrested. Now all that was left of the case was a huge stack of paperwork on Lisbon's desk.
All that time Lisbon had avoided speaking to Jane about that night. He hadn't questioned her, nor did he question that Kirkland in fact had been Red John. She had listened to his every suggestion ransacking Kirkland's place. Never doubting him once. Never in that time had they finished their conversation, he hadn't even tried and somehow that came as a disappointment. She'd caught him staring at her with great intensity more than once, as if he was trying to figure it out without having to ask her. He was a mentalist, but for once she was sure he had no way of knowing what had happened. It seemed to confuse and scare him.
Now she was sitting at her desk, with the last forms to fill in. The one thing she hadn't put on paper were the words that had transpired between her and Red John before she shot him. It required her to fill in the exact words. She kept clicking her pen open and shut, unable to put it to paper. Knowing that she needed to talk to Jane about it first. She threw her pen down and made her way to the attic.
The door to the attic was half open, a sight she wasn't used to. She knocked before sticking her head around the corner. Jane was busy removing his Red John wall.
"Hey Lisbon." His tone was supposed to be light, but she could see he was struggling to keep sadness from his face. She couldn't take it anymore, Red John was finally dead and she let her connection to Jane fade. It was ridiculous.
"He said you loved me." Jane dropped the box he was holding. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. She shifted her feet, keeping her eyes fixed on him. "Well, do you?" He was still speechless, standing there frozen. "I said I hated you trusting Lorelai over me, and I realized I was jealous. I told him that I felt like you were pulling away from me. He replied immediately that the only reason you were doing that was because you loved me." She gave him a moment to let her words sink in. "You're my best friend Patrick, I can't lose you. And I love you, so now what?"
He took two slow steps, stopping inches before her. "You love me?" She nodded in reply, blushing due to his closeness. Still keeping her eyes focused on his. A sudden change came over him, as if her words had finally landed, his eyes began to sparkle and his lips began to form his famous smile. "You love me." A happy statement, not a question anymore.
He was beaming his hundred watt smile at her before his lips caught hers and he swept her off her feet. Turning her around and kissing her with more passion than she'd ever experienced. When they both had run out of breath he pulled away, still holding her in his arms. "Teresa, do you have any idea how happy you just made me?" She was panting and grinning from ear to ear. "Not yet, but you can show me."
He was more than happy to do just that.
There it was, the beginning of their happily ever after.
Sorry for any mistakes, I don't have a bèta! Hope you enjoyed it!
