[A/N: Thank to the three who voted, and idonthaveaname, who voted over review! You guys are awesome!

Polls are still open! (Just saying)

Disclaimer: I'm a girl. Nuff said.]

Jane lay his phone down, thinking. Just one hour, and he wuld be contacted. He stared at his abandoned tea, one hand still clutching the handle, theother had dropped to rest ontop of Teresa's diary.

In one sudden movement, he broke out of his trance, gulping dow his now lukewarm tea. Taking Lisbon's journal with him, he quicl made three sandwiches, settling down in the same chair he had hypnotized the brunette in. He recalls it fondly, but the events afterwards...not so much. He had considered setting free those events, but decided against it.

Stating on his first sandwich, he again propped open Isbon's journal. He continued reading the entry from the fewmonhs ago, humming slightly.

...I don't really mind that he's an immature idiot, though. He's just using it as a mask to hide his inner pain. I know. I've seen him on a Red John case. And afterwards, when he's sitting on his couch, sipping tea like he's fine, I want to take his hand. (JANE, STOP. READING. NOW.) I want to tell him that it's gonna be okay, that I'm there for him.

But I can't really do that. He would crack a joke, ruin the moment. And I highly doubt he's ready for a relationship. he still wears his weddng band, for Pete's sake.

(Hey, Jane. I know you read that. Just remember. The fight is long, but you are strong. Carry on. For me. Please?)

Jane felt choked up for the first time since three days ago. And three days ago it was the first time in nine years.

He polished off his second sandwich. Patrick felt full, but he started on the third sandwich. It might be his last meal, he reminded himself, so he should make the most of it. Halfway through the sandwich though, he decided against consuming the rest. Instead, he wrapped it in plastic wrap, slipping it into his coat pocket. When he found Lisbon, he would give it to her. In the other pocket, Teresa's diary was placed, the little fringe poking out.

And when the phone rang, he was ready.

"Hello?"

"Helo, Mister Jane."

[A/N: So I didn't really know how to do the whole Jisbon-journal thing. xD So sorry if her journal is totally OOC. Also, sorry this chapter is so short, I didn't want to seem overdescriptive, and I wanted Jane chasing Red John to start at the beginning of a chapter.]