AN: I am sooo sorry for the delay on this chapter guys. Promise I'll update faster.
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In just three months, Jane had discovered almost everything he wanted to know on his Senior Agent.
Teresa Lisbon was quite a woman. She had lost her mother at the tender age of 12, carried the burden of taking care of her three little brothers while taking the beatings from her father, who passed away when she was 15, just right before she went to College. In the three years that followed, she studied Criminology and Law, and after graduating, she went to the Police Academy.
Placed in S. Francisco on the Homicides Unit, she was on her way up and after cracking a very important case, the CBI had recruited her. One year, that was all it took, for her to be the Senior Agent in charge of the Serious Crimes Unit.
Oh yeah, Teresa Lisbon was some woman. Although petite, she was a brave person and had the courage and strenght of a lion, and maybe that was why she was in charge of Red John's case file, maybe that was why in the 6 years he had been working with her she had become the only person he trusted and maybe that was why he didn't go after Red John without telling her first.
So now here they were, sharing a queen-size bed that was in the small bedroom of the crappy motel they found in New Orleans.
He glanced at her sleeping form and sighed.
If it weren't for her he wouldn't be alive right now. She had saved him more than once, from suspects, killers and from himself.
So he was stuck.
Closing his tired eyes, he let his mind take him to a past where his wife and child were still alive.
"Daddy, mom said you have to go to work."
"That's right sweetheart, but I'll be back soon."
"But if you go, you won't love me anymore, daddy."
He was shocked at his daughter's statement.
"Rachel, that is not true. I love you and your mother more than anything, and trust me sweetheart, I'll never leave you."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
His daughter hugged him and he felt her smile on his neck.
"Pinky swear?"
He laughed. Without a doubt, his daughter had earned her cockiness from him.
"Pinky swear. Now, how about I tell a story?"
"Yay!"
An annoying and repetitive sound woke him up from his peaceful slumber.
Opening his eyes and glaring at the innanimate source of the sound, he first realised it was past 7, and that his bedmate was nowhere to be found.
He sighed, got up and went straight to the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would ease his mind and make him foccus on what was going on.
