Alright, here's chapter three. I want to thank everyone for the reviews, I can't wait to hear what you have to say about this chapter. This chapter will be in Jane's POV. And As usual I do not own anything.

"What the hell are you doing?" She frowned, looking at the phone I was holding in front of me.

"Taking your picture." I stated, I thought that much was pretty obvious.

"Where did you get that phone?" She asked.

"Umm I bought it." I answered, again it seemed pretty obvious to me.

"Sorry, knowing you, you could have taken it from someone's pocket." She retorted.

"Well that would be illegal." I laughed it off, before I finished sending the text message.

"What are you doing now?" She complained, as we headed toward the bar.

"Um sending a text message." I smiled again.

"How are we supposed to be going into hiding if you keep sending people text messages." She frowned.

"It's a prepaid phone that I have all intentions of leaving behind when we leave in the morning." I explained, "And I trust that these people won't turn us in, they haven't even found your phone yet."

"Your texting my phone?" She exclaimed, "You told me to hide it in my desk."

"Well obviously I hoped they would find it buy now." I complained. "I've been texting them for a day."

"What have you been telling them?" She questioned reaching into my pocket.

"Oh wait I have something else to text." I smiled, she held the phone away from me as she read through the text messages I had sent over the past day.

"You just sent them that picture of me?" She complained, "I look horrible."

"You look gorgeous, in fact I think I said that in the text." I pointed out, grabbing the phone back to send them another text message.

"Why are you texting them anyway?" She wanted to know waving over the bartender to place an order.

"Because they would worry about you, and you would worry about them. So I've taken that out of the equation." I tried to explain.

"So what you're going to text them everyday from now on?" She teased, "Let them know everything is okay, that seems a little contradictory don't you think."

"Of course not." I grinned, "I'll text them once a month or so, let them know we're still alive." I reached for the drink in front of me. "Let's go gamble some more."

"You've already pushed your limit tonight." She warned, "We'll be kicked out if you go win anymore."

"Oh just a little longer." I begged, playing on her weakness for my childishness. "Please."

"Patrick, we don't need that much money right now, it's not worth the risk." She tried again, "Not tonight."

"But we only have like $150,000." I smiled.

"You have an hour." She gave in, "but if we get kicked out it's not my fault."

"Of course not, my dear." I laughed, kissing her on the cheek, "I will take the blame for making to much money." She smiled, and followed me back to the blackjack table.

"Time to go." She warned, she had been looking over her shoulder for the past hour.

"A little bit longer." I played, I knew why she was concerned I could see the security circling on a little bit more regular basis.

"Maybe tomorrow morning." She sighed, turning me around to face her. "But tonight we have a hotel room waiting for us." She was right on top of me, the smell of her perfume was intoxicating.

"What are you proposing?" I leaned over her, just inches from her face.

"You'll have to come up to the room to find out." She smiled backing away with a smirk on her face.

"Well help me trade these in for some cash." I handed her the chips I had won, "It will make things go a lot faster." She grabbed some of the chips in one hand, and my hand in her other and led me over to the counter. I stored the money inside my vest, before letting her drag me into the elevator. She jumped into my arms the minute the door closed.

"I got tired of waiting for you." She stated pulling away for a matter of seconds.

"I was afraid." I confessed, between kisses.

"Afraid of what?" She frowned, pulling back. I set her down as the elevator door opened.

"Moving on." I admitted, "Replacing them." I pulled the key out of my pocket, and held the door for her. "I could go on."

"Why now then? Why give up on Red John?" She walked over to the mini fridge. "Why me?"

"Charlotte told me to." I smiled, watching her reaction.

"When you were drugged?" She asked, placing the alcohol back in the fridge. I nodded, stretching out on the bed, this was not how either of us had planned on the night going. "What did she say?"

"She told me that her and Angela didn't care if I killed Red John it wasn't going to bring them back. Then she asked if anyone really knew me, and there was only one name that came to mind." I explained, I had never really said anything about my hallucinations before or how hard it had been to except what my daughter had told me.

"Patrick." She sighed, laying herself next to him, "Why me?"

"You were there when I was at my darkest." I rolled over so that I could see her. "And you always forgave me."

"I love you Patrick." She whispered, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I'll be right back." I nodded and watched her hurry toward the bathroom. Things were starting to get back on track. I looked over at the clock, 11 o'clock, they would have left the office by now if I text them they won't respond.

What should I send? Oh, they know I'm at a casino, they'll be asking anyway when they find the phone. So I sent a quick message before setting my phone on the desk and removing my jacket and vest, which were significantly heavier than they had been when we walked into the casino.

"You look lovely." I smiled, as she slowly opened the bathroom door. I watched as her cheeks turned slowly redder, standing there in nothing but a bathrobe. I was about to say more when the phone on the desk vibrated, of course they find it now. I groaned.

"What was that?" Teresa panicked, looking toward the door.

"They found your phone." I frowned looking at the phone that was still glowing on the desk.

"What did they say?" She hurried over to open the phone. There went the rest of our evening. I made my way over to the desk as well.

Where are you?

"Well there creative." I laughed, really they ruined my night with where are you.

"What should I respond?" She asked, staring at the phone.

"Whatever you want." I shrugged, she started reaching for some pajamas. This was definitely not what we had planned on.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Was what she decided on. I waited for her to get redressed, before pulling her onto the bed, and turning the TV on.

What's the plan, how is disappearing going to lure Red John out.

Cho must have sent that, no it was probably Van Pelt. I thought to my self, as Lisbon curled up in my arms. I took the phone from her hand to send this response myself.

No plan, at least none concerning Red John. I trust you'll find him one day.

"Are you being serious?" Teresa asked staring at the text. "Your giving up on Red John."

"That's what I said." I nodded, she laid her head on my chest.

So that means you just ran.

"Sometimes I wonder whether their really cops or not." I laughed reading their reply. Lisbon took the phone from me and sent the next message.

So what are you doing in the office at eleven o'clock at night?

"Well personally that seemed like an obvious one." I kissed the top of her head, she looked up at me, "They wanted to find their boss, she's missing and a serial killer is the suspect."

"I'm sure they're concerned about you to." She continued staring up at me.

"Not nearly so much as they are for you." I answered, kissing her nose, "But don't worry, now that they know you ran away with me they're just concerned for your sanity."

"So am I." She whispered finding my lips, and as if on cue the phone vibrated again. It was her turn to groan.

We were worried about the both of you.

"Told you they were worried about both of us." She smiled, holding the phone in front of my face.

"They're being polite." I laughed, taking the phone from her yet again.

Were fine, but keep that phone charged and we'll keep in contact with you.

I turned the phone off and placed it on the nightstand. "Where were we?" I asked turning my attention back to Lisbon.

"We were going to bed." She smiled.