AN: I'll keep updating random musical inspired chapters people, don't worry. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own neither the series nor the songs.


11 - Daughtry: Gone
12 - Goo Goo Dolls: Iris
13 - 12 Stones: Hey Love
14 - Rihanna & Ne-Yo: Hate That I Love You
15 - Hinder: Lips Of An Angel


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Reach up to the sky
When nothing seems to go right
Nothing seems to go right for me

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Another case, another crazy scheme of my very own creation to bring the criminal to justice, another argument with her. I was seriously growing tired of all the law enforcement work.
My only motivations were catching Red John and staying with her.
Red John was in the shadows for about two months before Kristina Frye and I went on that miserable excuse for a date, then, and only then, he decided to show up.
This time it had been a meeting up close and personal. I thought he would just kill me then, since I was tied up to a chair, but he didn't, which only proves the point of him being around just to haunt me.
She doesn't need me, of course, to look over her shoulder and see if she's ok. I just... I care for her. The date with Kristina turned out something good, after all. In the end, it led me to her. She was the one who found me, the one who looked for me, in her motherly ways, and I found that I care, I actually care for someone besides myself. That's something good right?
Surprisingly, I'm not in my couh, I'm sitting at the CBI rooftop. From here I can see everything, the horizont is my limit. I look at the stars as they shine above me and for the second time, since I was a kid, I make a wish, hoping that everything will turn out good.

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When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

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I saw the killer aiming his gun at Jane and I didn't even needed to think twice. I pushed him away and felt the fiercing pain in my abdomen.
Rigsby didn't hesitate in putting a bullet right between the killer's eyes, killing him instantly.
I closed my eyes when Van Pelt pressed the wound and I felt his eyes on me. He kneeled and held my hand, caressing it. I opened my eyes to see him crying. I couldn't believe it. He was really crying, over me. I already knew he thought it was his fault I got shot, but it wasn't. He couldn't have known the bastard would try to kill him and it was my job to look out for him. He just couldn't die.
My name fell from his lips in a whisper and I smiled weakly. The blinding pain had me closing my eyes again. Everything was starting to blur, except his voice and his touch. I felt him getting closer and I felt the whisper of a kiss he left on my already cold lips. I whispered everything would be ok, but he didn't believe me.
I was almost to the point of clocing my eyes definitely, when he dropped the "I can't lose you" bomb.
That's what did it. I forced myself to believe in him, to held onto his strenght on the way to the hospital. That was the reason I stayed alive, because he couldn't lose me. Because I knew he cared.

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Hey love won't you leave your touch
On this heart that's broken
I can't breathe when you're not here

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The red smiley face on the white wall of what it used to be my daughter's room taunted me. I sat on the bed, my back turned towards it, thinking about what would be like having my family still with me.
My daughter would enter her teen years, a father's worst nightmare, and maybe my wife would be pregnant again or maybe there would be the sound of tiny feet in the house.
I couldn't believe it had already been 7 years since that horrifying night.
7 years since I lost my life, my love.
But then, there was always that someone special for whom I cared a lot. Teresa Lisbon was really some woman.
She was the only one capable to nurse me back to life. She knew how to mend my broken heart. She made me a better man, a better person. Nobody had done something like that for me ever. I am quite grateful of having her in my life, in my heart, otherwise, I couldn't be able to walk on my own ever again. That's why I am so scared of losing her. I admit that I'm quite terrified of losing her.

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One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me
And your kiss won't make me weak
But no one in this world
Knows me the way you know me
So you'll probably always have a spell on me

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Why in the world did he had to be such a sweet man?
Hell, why did he wanted to be such a sweet man whenever I was around? I knew he wasn't the kind of man who lived his life to extreme, no. He liked to have everything under control (just like me), he liked to plan things before doing them. His own mind worked that way.
I always loved the way he played around, doing his tricks and stuff. And it was fun to see Rigsby losing his money to him. I was quite happy to never bet on something with him.
He made me smile. Heck, it was impossible not to smile at him when he threw that boyish smile of his as he was about to make something I wouldn't approve. His eyes got shinnier everytime he plotted something to catch us all off-guard. He was like a little boy on Christmas, ready to open his gifts.
After many times of seeing that little spark of happiness in his eyes, I realized that maybe, maybe that was why I let him get away with his schemes, even though my career was on the line, but it was worth it. Not that I would mention it to anybody though.

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It's really good to hear your voice
Sayin' my name it sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

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I was laying on the couch.
We had solved another case and the team had already left, except for me and her. She was still in her office taking care of the paperwork, I could hear the shuffling of papers and her groans.
The janitor had left the premises, so we were the only ones in the building.
I must have dozen off because I woke up to the sound of her voice calling my name. And what a sweet voice she had.
I was so used to the screaming and teasing tones that I didn't realize that she had this motherly tone whenever she talked softly to me. She was really something special, and a woman like her should be treasured, loved, cherished and protected by any man.
Of course I meant me.
I locked her gaze and noticed we were so close that I could feel her breath tickling my lips. Only a few more inches and we would be kissing.
Not thinking, that's exactly what I did, and oh my, did it felt good to catch her off-guard and to take delight in her soft gasp, only to be held seconds later by her.
She really was something else...
And she was mine.