Wow, I'm just…floored by the response there was to this. Thank you to everyone who left a review, added this to their alerts and/or favourites and all that jazz. I really appreciate all the positive feedback,and I'm very glad that you actually enjoyed it. There was a request for a Rigsby chapter, which makes me feel like maybe readers would want one for every character. I just don't know how well I would be able to write the rest of the gang…but if there's more requests, I'll definitely try.

Everyone wanted one about Jane, including myself. So without further adieu…

Twenty Facts about Patrick Jane

One: It's not that he's necessarily comfortable in a three piece suit-well, he is, just not physically. They aren't the most comfortable things to wear, after all. But emotionally-socially, it allows him to look the epitome of professionalism. Tailored suits that really are very complimentary.

You can tell a lot by what a person wears, he knows. Someone either thrives through what they wear, so as to make a grand exclamation without saying anything at all…Or someone hides behind layers of fabric that do nothing but protect them from everything.

Two: The first time that he met Agent Teresa Lisbon, he tried to be nice to her. It wasn't necessarily a difficult thing to do; she was very kind hearted, he could tell. But she kept giving him this look. He doesn't even know how to describe it. But it was like she knew that he was full of shit, the whole time.

Like he was lying about something. He hadn't felt that way in quite some time, and while it terrified him, it kind of made him feel…relieved, almost.

It was nice to know that someone knew that he had replaced his life as a sham with a sham of a life.

Three: He loves baseball. He likes to think that if he had a normal life experience, he would have played. He would have been very good at it. It was a smart game, where decisions needed to be made in split seconds.

He had been trying to convince Angela to let him sign Charlotte up for a softball team not long before she died. Angela thought it was dangerous, that aggressive sports would make their daughter aggressive. Can't we just teach her to play the piano and sign her up for ballet? Let her live like a princess, Patrick?

Baseball isn't even aggressive, Ange. Maybe football. But softball? Really?

It was just one of the countless things they disagreed on.

Four: After the whole incident at the hotel with Tommy, Jane had talked to the man over a cup of tea. He likes Tommy; he is obviously related to Teresa Lisbon. But he's honest in a different way. Isn't afraid to ask questions that the eldest Lisbon would never dare utter.

So when Tommy says "You know, Teresa mentioned what it was like, seeing you after what that Red guy did to your family," Jane is shocked, but not because the younger Lisbon brought up his family.

Tommy continues to explain that she never went inside, but has relayed that Jane sat out on the curb once the crime scene guys had started to clear everything. "She brought you a cup of coffee, but didn't say much else about it. Just that it broke her heart, and made her want to be lead on the case more than she ever wanted anything."

Jane doesn't even remember seeing her, and he doesn't forget things like that. But neither does Lisbon. He remembers drinking the coffee though.

He likes Tommy.

Five: Charlotte loved to finger paint. Jane remembers countless occasions when he had to wash paint out of her hair. Once, she even painted a strip of blue paint into her hair.

Jane had laughed, and let his little daughter paint blue into his hair too. It was his day off, it didn't matter.

Six: Their wedding had been small, on the beach. The sun was high, and the sky was clear. It wasn't all that long ago, but at the same time it felt like a lifetime has passed.

He can't even really picture his wife's face anymore. He has memories of her, but her face is just…sort of a blur. He can see her, can place her. But he doesn't know the details of her anymore.

Seven: The first time Patrick sees the ocean, he's 21 years old. He has travelled across the U.S., but he had never really made it to a coast. He's read about it, seen photos, heard the stories.

But actually seeing it with his own eyes…being able to hear the sound of the waves and smell the salt and just feel it…

There's a sense of hope that overwhelms him, and he had never been happier.

Eight: One year, the team somehow convinces Lisbon to throw an Independence Day barbecue. Well, Van Pelt was saying she didn't have plans, and that somehow turned into Jane basically forcing her to host it.

Her town house has a back yard and a patio, which she chose instead of having a garage. And, Lisbon, it's not like I can host it.

So she hosts it, but he has to help, of course. "This is all your fault, least you can do is contribute."

He buys steaks and Maui ribs and chicken wings and makes Beer Can Chicken because Lisbon, it's delicious and I'm a master at it.

Her brother James stops by for a bit, which he finds very amusing. Apparently he's been in town for over a week.

Lisbon is talking to her younger brother while she's mixing a potato salad when Jane is looking for the barbecue tongs. He reaches past her with a hand on her hips to grab them from their spot on the counter. He snatches a piece of potato with fast fingers, and she hits him.

James smiles, and as he leaves the kitchen Jane can hear him say "So…what's that about, Reese?"

It wasn't the first time Jane thought that maybe he was missing something crucial. But it was the first time he learnt that Lisbon makes a wicked potato salad.

Nine: Jane always liked classic literature, but it isn't until he reads Hamlet for the first time at 26 years old that he realizes that he wasn't the only young man with a lot of issues that were mostly beyond his control.

Ten: On his ninth birthday, he's somewhere in Texas. They're traveling with a group that has an act with an elephant. An actually elephant.

Patrick has seen a lot, and he's almost ten, you know. That has two digits. But nine is a more interesting number because it has a square root and is a square root and it's pretty close to the number seven, but the number seven is prime number. But he's never seen an elephant.

His dad lets him watch that part of the show in the big tent on the night before his birthday. Patrick was very excited to see the elephant, and his dad was being really very nice to him, because it's almost his birthday, you know.

Afterwards, his dad gets really mad at him, but he doesn't really understand why…he's been good all day and tomorrow is his birthday.

The next morning, before the show, he's sitting near the elephant cage, talking to the elephant. Misses Damien from the donut stand comes to sit with him, and offers him a bag of mini donuts.

"Happy birthday, Patty! Nine sure is old, huh?"

"Nine is a perfect square. Did you know that, Miss? I don't feel very old today, though. Do you feel old? If I had to guess I would say that you're…Sixteen! Are you sixteen? Cause that's also a perfect square!"

She laughs, pats his head. His hair is getting quite long. "Did you know, Patty, that elephants never forget?"

He likes elephants, and decides to be just like them.

Eleven: He misses cooking. He used to do it all the time. Angela never really cared for it, found it to be stressful. But he always loved the satisfaction of learning a recipe, changing it, mastering it, and finally being able to just sit and enjoy it.

Like a good glass of wine, a well earned meal is always better when you've invested something into it.

Twelve: Every time that he had ever imagined catching Red John, it was never like that. He never thought that he would simply resign it all.

But in the end, it had been to easy. Years and years of thinking about it..and when the time really came, he was just so tired.

Even when he thought that Timothy Carter had been Red John, he hadn't felt better. So really, he should have known that when he caught the real Red John, that's what he would remember.

That he didn't feel any better.

When Cho and Rigsby cuff him and throw him into the back of a cruiser with a little too much force, all Jane can do is sigh. He's sitting in the passenger seat of Lisbon's SUV with the door open, and just closes his eyes.

Finally, Lisbon comes over, puts a hand on his knee. "Jane," she whispers, then more loudly but still as soft, "Patrick?"

He opens his eyes slowly, meets her eyes.

"I'm sorry that…that you didn't get a chance to…y'know…"

The corners of his lips turn up. "Lisbon, dear, we both know that you don't mean that. You never wanted me to kill him."

"No, I didn't, but I wanted to you be able to feel at peace, finally rest."

He places his hand over hers on his knee. "I do feel that way, Teresa. Just, I'm really very tired now. I'd like…I'd like to go home."

Thirteen: He does a favour for the president of UC San Diego one May, and really saves the guy a lot of trouble. Then, the next September, Jane solves a murder on the campus in under 10 hours.

At the next commencement ceremony, they offer him an honorary doctorate in criminal psychology.

Lisbon, it's as if I really went to school.

Fourteen: Jane has allergies to cats, milk, flax seeds, most soaps, bees, and pollen. His lactose intolerance isn't serious; the most mild of forms. His cat, soap, and pollen allergies are more so irritations. But the bees and the flax seeds…they're deadly.

When Lisbon makes this god awful spaghetti sauce with tomato paste and ketchup and chilli peppers, he doesn't have the heart to fake an allergy. She would believe it, he knows. But if she tries to stab him with the damn Epi-pen around his ankle, it won't be so believable.

Fifteen: Jane went Trick-or-Treating for the first time when Charlotte was three years old. She was dressed as Winnie the Pooh. Although she had her winter coat on over top of the costume anyway. He dressed up as Indiana Jones, because that man was classy, and smart, and also totally bad ass. Although he simply told Angela that it was an easy costume. She would never let him live it down if he told her that he sort of…had a…man crush on the archaeologist.

Sixteen: The fact that he's only ever slept with Angela really bothers him more than he is willing to admit. But, he's been celibate for a long time now, and somewhere along the way, it stopped being about honouring his dead wife, and started being about whenever eventually came along and both him and Lisbon were ready at the same time.

Seventeen: When Ron Crosswhite tells him that the last thing he ever said to his wife was a lie, Jane can't help but sympathize with the man. The fact that he's holding people hostage becomes secondary. The two of them really aren't all that different.

Eighteen: The only person Jane has really hated is Red John. He really didn't like Kristina Frye, but she suffered such a horrible fate, so he forgave her for everything else.

Nineteen: Jane really is very good at card games. There's a reason he was able to win all that money. His memory palace is quite extraordinary. He's got a memory palace for Lisbon too. He's actually exploring it when said Agent lays down a full house with Kings high, finally beating him at his own game.

Twenty: The day that he took off his wedding ring for good, it was sunny. For all intents and purposes, the day was beautiful. Perfect.

He didn't feel perfect…knew that was impossible. But he woke up that morning, and it looked like any other idle Tuesday. But he felt…inexplicably content. He had gone to lunch with Lisbon, had focused on her laughter throughout the meal. Let her tell stories about this guy she had a crush on in college who was into drama, of all things.

Instead of thinking about the past, he imagined a future. He rejoiced in the present.

He was alive, Lisbon was alive.

He would be all right.