Ok, here's the final chapter, that I promised! Hope you like it! By the way, some things will sound very familiar from the last chapter!!! But it's still totally different because it's Patrick's point of view! Enjoy!!!

Patrick's Side

Patrick Jane walks up to Teresa Lisbon's office wanting to thank her for everything that she had done for him within the past couple of hours.

"Knock, Knock," I lightly tap on her metal office door.

I pear into her office to make sure she's not too busy. Not like that would stop me anyways though. She looks peaceful standing there in her brown coat over her beautiful, white blouse and brown slacks reading over the case file. Snapping out of my observation skills and remembering what I had intentionally came there for I called "Hey, thanks for not telling them I made you take the case." Noticing that she was listening but knowing that she was probably still consumed in her own thoughts and case file I decide to call a little louder "Lisbon? Hello?" I feel that she some how doesn't want to talk and will never acknowledge me, and then I see her face when she turns around. Wow, she looks pissed.

"Tell me the truth," She says with a look that told me that she felt betrayed.

I know exactly what she's talking about. She wants to know my connection to Sophie. She wants to know why I wanted to take the case. I know she asked me before but some things I just don't want to explain to her. There are things about me I don't want her to know, hell, there are things I don't even want to know. I just wish my memory could be a black hole. Suck up everything bad that I keep within my head and then get rid of all of it, so that after it's done, I can start building something new, like making a new planet, and not worry about the past and just think about the future. But unfortunately, I can't do that and I have to deal with it in my own way. "The truth…" Thinking about black holes, I quickly come up with a response. "Darth Vader, Luke's father!" A smirk spreads acrossed my lips knowing how cunning I am.

She slams the cabinet drawer shut and it rattles like thunder. Man she's mad. I know that she gets upset when I make everything a joke, but it's amusing to see her get mad. She looks so cute when she gets flustered and angry. Where did that come from? You shouldn't be thinking that way. Knowing I needed to get away fast, I quickly start turn I around to try to get away from the long conversation that would happen if I stayed any longer. But of course,

"Seriously," God, I've really done it this time. Her face is turning red, as if it were a bright red candied apple that you get at the fair, which, by the way, is not a good look for her.

"I've stuck out my stupid neck out for you for the umpteenth time. I think I deserve the truth."

Yep, just like I thought! She's not going to let this pass. Great, now everything has to come out. I go over to shut the door so that no one else can hear the conversation that we're about to have. I'm at least glad it's Lisbon who I have to tell this to. Anyone else, I probably would feel even more ashamed. I know she'll understand. I look back at her after shutting the door tightly.

"Why is Sophie Miller so important to you?"

Trying to stay as vague as possible to keep my emotions concealed, I tell her "She was my doctor." There, that's good. It's the truth but enough where I can still have control over the conversation. But I know that this discussion is going to take the long and complicated road. I'm not safe for long. I can feel my face starting to loose its imaginary force field that hides all my emotions and thoughts from the outside world. 'Don't break down, you can do this' I say inside my head trying to give myself a pep-talk.

I see her thinking about what I just said to her. She probably thought that I was going to ignore her question again so she wasn't prepared to respond. Just then, her eyes lit up and I knew she had just figured something out. "She's a psychiatrist."

Agreeing with her, knowing that she was indeed a psychiatrist I say shamefully, "Yes… She was my psychiatrist." God, I hate admitting that I needed help when… you know… the Red John thing happened. And with that recurring memory I could feel my barrier fade farther away and revealing my depressed, sadness filled sole.

With a confused look on her face she countered questionably, "But you hate psychiatrists… So you always say."

Sophie was different then all the other psychiatrists I had ever met. Maybe it was because I was in such a bad place at the time, that I was more open to her comfort and her willing to help. But also, she approached her job in such a different way then all the others. I heard myself saying "She was a good psychiatrist," through my thoughts.

"She must have been if she managed to keep you in the room,"

Well, that brings back some more bad memories. I don't think she needed very much help to keep me in that horrible room. "It was a locked room." Did I seriously just tell her that? I knew this wasn't going to go very well. Oh great, now she's pale. I probably just made her feel like dirt. I have to say something to reassure her that it's okay. She didn't know.

The flash back of me opening the door, walking into the bedroom, seeing the bloody red face, a mixture of my wife and child's blood, smeared acrossed the wall and seeing them… my family… gone. I try to erase that vision and focus on Lisbon.

"Oh," she finally managed to pipe in. Her eyes showed me how sorry she felt about say that. I could tell she wanted to do more but she knows that it wouldn't be the right time. Not now anyways.

I wish I could just go up to her and caress her cheek to show her that I understand that it was just a joke. She looks so glum. I know she didn't mean anything bad by it. I walk forward towards her but my brain stops me before my actions take over my body. All I can say is "Yeah, I went through a rough patch and I did a little time in the hospital and Sophie helped me through it." No big deal I wanted to add, but I knew that wouldn't end up to well.

"It's not on you record." She stated.

Yeah I know it's not. I worked hard to get that off. I didn't want everyone who read my record knowing I had a nervous break down. "Believe me… it's not easy to do." I suddenly need to pause for a second so that I can regain my concentration and emotions. I feel the need to get closer. "I … I know it's nothing shameful about having a nervous break down but I gotta confess, I am ashamed of it." My face has turned white. But I'm glad I got that off my chest. I'm glad that she hasn't said anything yet. I don't blame her, it's a lot to soak up.

"Thank you for being so honest with me," she said in a quiet voice. I knew she greatly appreciated what I had to go through to tell her this. But all I could think about was that she was so excepting, like I knew she would be, while, I on the other hand, never had the guts to tell her.

"I'm sorry I kept it from you," was all I could tell her. There is soon a long moment of silence between us. I can tell she wants to do something, I can see it in her body. It's just not the right time, and she knows it.

I hear someone coming and sure enough the office door opens, "Ah… should I come back later?"

I want to say yes, seek comfort within her arms and make her make all my memories go away. But, I know that that's too big of a job for her to do and that the only way for me to forget is if I let myself. I can see that she wants to stay and has the same feelings that I do, I can see it in her eyes. "No," she says as she gives me a last glance that says everything.

And within seconds, I'm left standing in her office, alone, but relived that I finally told her. A heavy weight that has been crushing me down into the ground has finally lightened up.

Okay, it's finally finished! Now, like ever other writer, I need comments so that my writing can improve!!! So press that old button at the bottom and REVIEW!! Hoped you liked my story!