Author's notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and followed and favourited my first one shot. Hope you enjoy this familiar situation. A guest reviewer asked if I would break up the paragraphs and looking at it on my phone they were pretty long. So I hope this reads better.

Lisbon, Abbot, Fischer and Cho are racing to the house of the suspect. Lisbon received a text four hours ago from Jane saying he was going to talk to the women as he felt there was more to her story than she gave to Cho and Fischer when they interviewed her. She hasn't heard anything since and he isn't picking up as she tries to call him over and over, ever since they received word from forensics that one set of the woman's finger prints have been found on the banister of the home of the victim. The question they all asked themselves is, if she's been in the house then why only one set of fingerprints. At the same time Wiley came through with the information that Debra Sewel isn't her real name but that she was once married to the victim.

When they couldn't get in touch with Jane they armoured up and are heading to the scene. Lisbon is trying to stay professional. She knew when she allowed herself to acknowledge her feelings for Jane that this day would come. He gives no thought to his own safety or puts enormous faith in his colleagues, she's not sure which, but solving the puzzle is the most important thing to him. Unwanted and unhelpful pictures come into her mind as the miles speed by. The journey only taken ten minutes so far but it seems to have been an hour since they left headquarters. No one talks to her as she hits the redial button over and over again, with one hand and the other is absent mindedly rubbing her cross. In her head she pleads that they will be in time, that they will save him. Or that he isn't even there at all, but, distracted by something else he forgot to tell her. Surely she can't lose him already, after so short a time. They'd wasted so much time, after all they've been through they deserve more time together.

She thinks back to the morning when she'd been irritated because she had to go in early, she really isn't a morning person. Jane had teased her, bothering her as she got ready for work, kissing her and holding her, telling her all the things he would like to do, if she didn't have to leave right then. When he'd worn her down and work was the last thing on her mind, he suddenly remembered a text she'd received while in the shower from Abbot telling her that Special Agent Barrow was flying down from Washington for the meeting and that she'd better not be late. Jane had ducked when she picked up her shoe and threw it at him and raced out the bedroom. She forgave him though when he presented her with aeroplane tickets for a weekend away in Houston, not that she let him off that easily, by ducking out of his arms and heading out the door when he tried to kiss her. How she wished for the memory and taste of that goodbye kiss. She closes her eyes against the pain and swallows hard refusing to lose control. She jumps when her phone rings in her hand and the display reads Jane.

Jane awakens tied to a chair, His wrists and ankles firmly secured with zip ties. Two on each limb seems excessive to Jane They dig in to his flesh as he struggles to loosen them. There is a cloth in his mouth and duck tape over his lips, the volume of sound he can make is non-existent. He looks around to find himself alone. It appears he's in the lady's bedroom, the curtains are closed. He remembers knocking on her door and introducing himself. He was invited in and then a flash of light and pain, and that's all he remembers until waking up. He wonders why he isn't dead and takes hope from that fact. What he doesn't like is the plastic sheets surrounding him. He wonders what time it is, how long as he been out. He takes another look around the room to see if there's a clock. There's one on the bed stand and turns his head around, stretching his neck as much as possible to get a view of its face. He can only see part of it but it looks like it's past noon.

That means he's been unconscious for over three hours. Teresa surely is missing him by now, wondering why he hasn't been in touch. He's congratulates himself for sending her the text that morning telling her where he was going. She'd had an early meeting,the memories of the morning flash through his mind, the delicious range of emotions he'd been able to emit from her. She had the last laugh by ducking out of his kiss and as she closed the door he couldn't stop smiling at how much he loved her. He spent the time after she left going over some of the statements he had yet to read. This one had caught his eye, her responses to Cho and Fischer's questions seemed to have an unnatural flow about them and gave away as little information as possible. The address wasn't far from their home, but in the opposite direction to work, so he decided it would make sense to go first thing. It had been a bad idea. The bedroom door opens.

The woman enters, Jane doesn't like the look in her eyes. She's excited in a 'mad serial killer' kind of way. He's also not keen on the gun she's pointing at him, in her other hand she's holding his phone. There's no sound coming from it but she's holding it so he can see the display and Teresa's name and photo is blazoned across it. She's obviously trying to reach him. Jane finds some comfort and hope in that.

"Mr. Jane, is this your wife? I notice you have a wedding ring and she's very persistent. She's calling you all the time and has left you a few messages, unfortunately I couldn't listen to them for you, don't know the password. If you tell me I'll bring them up for you and her voice can be the last thing you hear. You see I'm not a monster really."

Jane sees clearly that he's in the hands of a nut case and he fears that any chance of talking his way out of this, should she remove the gag, are very slim. The best he can hope for is to delay her, he's certain help is on the way. Teresa calling him over and over tells him that she's worried. His life has been threatened many times before and he's willing hung himself out there to trick a confession. He denied it to himself at the time but he realises now that he didn't care if he came out of it alive. It's not that he didn't want to live, it was that dying wasn't that big a deal.

But circumstances have changed. He's in love, deeply in love and they have, already wasted so much time, as Teresa waited for him to move on from his wife. To get the, 'whole Red John thing' out of his system and to learn to live without revenge filling his heart. When he was ready to open himself again to love, she was there, patiently waiting through his disastrous journeys in to the dating world, laughed with him at his terrible choices. She held his hand through it all and then one day he suddenly he didn't want to let go. His best friend is who he wanted to share his life with, he realised he'd been comparing all his dates against a women they had no chance to live up to. When he asked her to marry him she was kind and accepted it with grace, rather than the contempt his behaviour deserved. The wedding was a simple, glorious, wonderful small affair. The honeymoon magical, idyllic and a world of discovery. He feels alive, after being dead for so long, he feels healed after hurting for so long, he feels loved after feeling lonely for so long. It can't end now.

Jane can feel the sweat forming on his brow from the anxiety he feels as she shoves the gun into his chest. He pushes pride aside and pleads with his eyes for mercy, for it to stop. She laughs at him and announces:

"I have a better idea."

Teresa's number is still on the display and she pushes dial. She holds the phone out towards him and he hears his wife's voice as she answers the phone, relief heavily lacing every word, Jane can tell that she's crying.

"Patrick, where are you? why haven't you answered your phone, I've been so worried."

He struggles to answer but no sound can get through the gag, instead it's left to the woman.

"Teresa is it? Say goodbye to your husband. He wants to hear your voice one last time."

Jane hears her reply but not the way he expected. While he was watching the woman talk in to the phone, they both missed the door, which was ajar, slowly opening until, suddenly, a hand reaches around and knocks the gun out of her hand and she's pulled roughly away from him. Cho is reciting her rights but Jane's only aware of his name being said softly and lovingly, the tape being torn from his mouth, which hurt but he doesn't care, as the cloth is quickly removed and he's being kissed long and deep. Finally she pulls away.

"I will never leave the house without kissing you goodbye again."

"Even when we leave together?"

"Even then."

"Even when I make your life a misery?"

"After I've kicked you in the shins."

"Sounds lovely."