A/N: OMG guys. Thanks for the support! Now I'm going to disappoint you with this chapter, I know it.

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'I need you'

The team stared at Jane as if he had just grown a second head.
"She's... gone? As in, really gone?" Rigsby asked, being the first one to actually being able to say something after such a bombshell.

Jane ran a hand through his hair, and nodded. He couldn't take his eyes off Lisbon's office, it being the only thing that reminded him of her.

"How do you know this?"

"Does that matter?"

"Yes, it does, Jane," Van Pelt said, matter-of-factly. He knew that she knew that her feelings were showing – Lisbon was her best friend. This was going to hurt for all of them.
"Okay, so it doesn't matter. But why did she leave?"
"That's not the point-"

"Jane!"

He tore his eyes off Lisbon's office to look at the redhead. She was more worried than he had ever seen her – and it was only now that Jane realized that the two men at the other side of the bullpen were eerily quiet.

"Red John," Jane said. Van Pelt gasped.
"He took her-"

"No, he didn't take her. She left because of him. She was scared of him."

Now, the woman was confused. She frowned. "Why? Why would she be scared of him? It wasn't like you two were..."

Then, she realized the situation, and her eyes went wide. "Oh. My. God."

Jane fought the urge to smile. This was really not how he had wanted to tell them about his and Lisbon sleeping together. He had wanted to tell it with the actual person he was sleeping with.

He nodded. He could see on the female agent's face that she wanted to party, but then decided against it since this was not the time to get wild.

"Okay. Okay. So you were sleeping together. So what? Lisbon has been his target ever since you started working with the team."

Jane nodded. "I know that she's scared, and she has all right to, but I don't understand why she left... we should have thought of something together."

Van Pelt nodded.

"She's hiding something," Cho deadpanned, and Jane frowned, looking at the man.

"What is she hiding?"

Cho chose to stare at Jane, with that Cho expression that said, 'are you stupid?'.

"I bet she's pregnant."

Jane shook his head. "No, it can't be. I would've noticed. Right? I would've, I..." He paused, and almost sank down to the floor when he realized Cho was probably right.

He had always had the freaky ability to know when women were having their periods – he had always thought it a useless ability, but for some women, it was obvious. Women like Teresa Lisbon. She would always stuff herself with so much chocolate she would be sick for days – and since he sorta kinda lived with her now – if spending the nights at her place was living together – he knew all about these chocolate bars in the cupboards in her kitchen.

And he now realized that she hadn't had these cravings when she should've had them.

He was pathetic.

"She is pregnant, isn't she?" Van Pelt asked, her voice soft, and Jane had to walk over to his couch to prevent himself from breaking down on the floor. He fell onto his couch, not caring how much it hurt.

Jane felt himself losing the battle against his tears – he hadn't noticed he was fighting the battle – and nodded. He buried his head in his hands.

"She is."

The rest of the team was silent, looking at Jane as he silently cried. They exchanged some looks before deciding Van Pelt had to be the one comforting him – the two men were bad at comforting people anyways.

She hesitantly walked over the couch and sat down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"We will find her, Jane. Before she makes crazy decisions like trying to raise the baby alone or getting an abortion." She regretted the words the moment they left her mouth. She winched, and she saw Jane had the same reaction, sobbing even harder.

"Though I don't think she will get an abortion," she quickly added, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Jane jumped up. "I have to find her. She can't be too far. She must still be somewhere in the state. Grace, you have to do some of your magic and find out where her phone is."

Van Pelt looked at him for a few seconds, then sighed. She walked over to her computer, and reluctantly started typing in some things. "I don't think she would be as stupid as taking her phone with her. She's on the run now, Jane. Taking her phone with her would be the worst mistake she could ever make – and she's not stupid."

Jane groaned, but didn't say anything until Van Pelt got some results on her screen. He all but dove beside her, looking at the screen, and then both groaned when they saw what they had been dreading.
"It's in her office," Van Pelt sighed, and Jane ran a hand through his hair. He then ran over to her office, and froze when he saw another letter on her desk.

Dear Patrick,

By the time you're reading this, you know I left and you know why.

I'm sorry, Patrick. I know I should stay with you, we should be doing this together, but I don't want to live the rest of my life fearing that something might happen to our child. I want our baby to grow up happily and without worries. Last night, I realized that that isn't going to be here with you.

I'm sorry for hurting you, I really am, but I do believe that this is the best option we have. What if I stayed and our child would grow up and then suddenly, Red John would attack and take either you or me and then he or she would have to live with the grief of losing a parent. I personally know what that does to you, I don't want our child to have that same feeling his/her entire life. I want to shield our child from that. I hope you understand that.

I'm still not sure where I'm going, but at least out of the country. That much I can tell you.

I'm sorry, Patrick. I really, really am. And I may sound really irrational now but I want what's best, for all three of us.

This is not some romantic movie, Patrick, and that is why I don't want you to come after me. I need time, that's all. And I know that despite how many times I'm going to tell you that, you're coming after me anyways. Just take care of yourself, Patrick. I still want you to be there when I'm ready for a confrontation.

I still love you. And I hope that when I return, you will be able to forgive me.

Love,

Teresa.

"There you have your proof," Cho said. Jane startled, dropping the letter. He turned around and saw the team standing behind him. Of course Cho was right – he was always right, after all.

"We'll find her, Jane. I promise. If it takes us searching the entire globe, then that's what we'll do. And you're not alone in this. Don't forget that."

-YulianaHenderson-

Cho was calling Director Bertram for possible solutions for this situation – the director said he would use everything within his reach to find Lisbon. Since 'Lisbon was one of his most valuable people and the unit could not function without her'. All of them knew that was sweet talk, Bertram didn't give a flying one about his people.

Rigsby checked Lisbon's office to see if there were any traces left that could lead them to their boss' location, but Rigsby knew it was a useless task. Lisbon truly wasn't stupid – she wouldn't leave behind traces, even if she left in a rush she would think about her plans and cover up her traces.

Van Pelt tried calling airports around the country to ask if they had seen Lisbon, but nobody seemed to remember anything. Which was a shame, because at the moment, that was the best trace they had.

Jane strolled through the bullpen, occasionally groaning and cursing at himself for being so stupid. He should've seen it coming, he should've seen the signs that she was pregnant. She had always been obvious – then how could she hide something as major as this?

He also wondered how far she was now in her pregnancy. She couldn't be at the end of her first trimester since she wasn't showing yet.

Dammit all to hell!

"Jane," Van Pelt said softly, pulling him out of his reverie, and he looked at her with so much hope the woman swallowed. "You need to stop blaming yourself."

"But it's my fault-"

"It's not, Jane. You know that as well."

"Then whose fault is it-"

"Red John's. It's Red John's fault, and you know it. Though I think running away won't solve anything, I get Lisbon's fear."

"But I want her to be here-"

"We know. Trust me, we do. Go, sleep a bit. You need rest, Jane."

Jane wanted to protest, but he knew Van Pelt was right. He nodded faintly at her, then walked up to his attic, finally breaking down on his make-shift bed, crying as he smelled Lisbon everywhere.

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