A/N: Wow, seriously. You guys are awesome. So awesome, I'm giving you an explanation point. You guys are awesome! I didn't expect much love for my first foray into the world of fanfiction. After all, these things have been in my head only, and it's not quite... normal... up there. I'm not sure it's very safe, either. And I have a weird writing style... it's not really a style... it's just how I think, put into word form. I'm completely tickled that people not only like, but have followed my mind story. Thank you!

To everyone who followed and/or reviewed: I'd say "I love you" but that would be both inappropriate and slightly creepy so I'm going to leave it at just the "Thank you!".

Disclaimer: If I owned or had any share in The Mentalist I would not be reduced to using a bandaid as a bookmark. No. It's not used.

**Jane POV**

It was preposterous. It was asinine. It was ludicrous. It was a letdown. It was... no, no. That pretty much summed it up. It was a letdown. A complete letdown. I had plans. We were going to sit down mano e mano and I was going to have words with him. That's right, words. Angry words. Quite possibly violent words. By words I mean "physical altercations" and by violent I mean lethal. At least that was the main plan, but mice... men... and whatnot... whatever. And no, I was not delusional. I knew perfectly well that the chances of me getting my ass handed to me on a blood spattered platter were about the same (if not slightly less) as Lisbon reading me the riot act and introducing my nose to her fist. So the plan included some sort of restraining device. Like a chainsaw. Yes. Really. You can't tell me you'd face down a guy with a chainsaw and not show restraint. Please.

But... come on. My car, really? My poor car.

After I got Lisbon's message and had called her back I just sat there for about 30 seconds just smacking the steering wheel with my palm. I was not going to miss my chance! At least I had Lisbon. She had given me the address which I figured was more than she had really wanted to divulge considering she knew what my intentions were. I didn't even care that she had hung up on me, I was just pleased she had trusted me with the address.

As I drove I tried to figure out a way to get Red John alone when the place was going to be crawling with law enforcement. Would this work? Nah. This? Hell nah. And I knew that Lisbon was going to be keeping a special eye on me. Or she'll have Cho or Rigsby or even Van...

That's when I hit him. I didn't even know it was a him at first. I just saw a figure in black flash in front of my headlights. I didn't even have time to brake. Just the sickening crunch as my Citroën collided with the form in front of it and my body jerked against the seat belt. I finally smashed the brake pedal when my windshield fractured under the force of the body as it flew up and into it and then over the roof. My car, and my heart, stopped. Lisbon... She had been wearing black jeans and a black jacket. No no no... I had hit Lisbon... I couldn't breathe. Lisbon! Wait. There she was! Running towards me. Who did I hit? Cho? No, he was there too, maybe. I couldn't think; screw biofeedback. I was going to pass out.

Lisbon was suddenly there at my window, peering in, worry plastered all over her face. Worry for me? For the person I hit? Who had I hit? "I hit someone... Lisbon... I think I hit someone... He was just there..." Great. Only later I realized I sounded like William Shatner, but for now, I was paralyzed. It was all I could do to turn my head and look into her eyes. Lisbon had turned to check on something and when she turned back to me she looked... something wasn't right. She had brought her hands up to her mouth like she was trying to keep something in. Was she... laughing? She was laughing! What the hell, Lisbon. I'm sitting here horrified and you're laughing? And then she brought her hands down and told me "You ran over Red John" and then burst into tears.

No no no no no...

**TBC**