Authors Note: I know what you're thinking; this isn't an update on What if? And you're right. Having completed the last chapter the block that was keeping me from writing anything else seems to have been lifted. This is good, because in 2 weeks I've got 8 pages of original work due in my creative writing class. Not my favorite chapter, but that's ok, because I've been meaning to post this for the past three days and Eve 215 has been waiting very impatiently, sorry about that :) Not betaed, so if you see anything super horrible, please let me know so I can fix it, I am only human after all.

Disclaimer: I am a poor college student who just found out that my car is going to cost more to fix than it's worth. So yea, I'm pretty sure I don't own them. One day though, one day…

"He wanted me to tell you, I pick you." As soon as he'd said those words Jane felt the phone being ripped from his hands and a fist connecting with his face.

Jane staggered under the weight of the blow; he knew the hit could have been a lot harder had Red John wanted it to be. He brought his hand up to his check where the blow had connected and could already tell that there was going to be a huge bruise. He backed up enough to be away from the man in front of him.

"How do I know that you won't just let that guy following Lisbon kill her anyway?"

"You don't. You have to trust that your boss will be smart enough to notice that there is someone following her and call for back up."

Red John tracked him through the warehouse following every move Jane made but not getting any closer. Jane still had the knife, but it was hanging limp in his hand, the desire to maim Red John gone with the thought that Lisbon was now in danger.

"So are we just going to stand here all night and look at each other, or are we going to do something." Jane was nervous, scared even. He didn't know what to do, he knew Lisbon was close, and that the rest of the team was too far away to be of much help at the moment, especially as he had one of the cars and Lisbon was off on her own as well.

"Oh, Mr. Jane. Patience never was your strong suit, was it? No, I've waited a long time for this. Honestly, I thought you would have found me before now. I'm very disappointed that you didn't. I feel that I've over estimated you."

He took a step toward Jane who countered by taking a step back. "You have me, just get it over with so Lisbon can come in and pick up the pieces; we both know I'm the one you want."

"Are you?" Red John asked advancing on him again, "Are you who I want? I suppose I could have killed you when I killed your wife and daughter. If I had really wanted to. But I didn't. There isn't any enjoyment in killing you. It's much more fun to watch you punish yourself."

Jane continued to walk backwards, away from Red John, in the direction he was hoping was towards the door. "No, you can't want her, there's no reason to. She's just my boss."

"Oh really. You just volunteered to die in order for her to stay alive. I'd call that devotion, maybe even love. And I just can't have that."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Lisbon's just a good cop. She doesn't deserve to die just because you have some sort of vendetta against me."

"Who said it was about you? It's power Mr. Jane."

"Power?"

"By threatening your loved ones I've got power over you, you are ready to do anything for me, just because I hold a gun to someone's head or a knife to they're throat."

"NO!" Jane looked behind him, in the course of their conversation he had managed to back into the wall. He saw that he had got turned around so that he could see the door from where he was standing. He had to keep Red John talking until Lisbon got here and hope that the stooge that Red John had following her was too dumb to get out of his car and follow her in the building. "I refuse to believe that you have any sort of power over me."

"Oh Mr. Jane, who's the lonely soul now? Who's tormented and sad?" Jane recognized the very words that he had used to describe him all those years ago.

"It's not about power at all is it? It's your ego. You couldn't bear the thought that I might have been right about you, that I may have pegged you right. You couldn't have a dishonest little worm calling you out like that could you?"

Red John roared at him hated evident on his face before he lunged forward, he struggled with Jane for the knife was still in his hand before managing to wrench it away from him. Jane tried to fight back as Red John plunged the knife into his side. He felt himself falling to the ground and the last thing he remembered before the world went black was the sound of a gun shoot echoing through the empty warehouse.