Crimson Pain
Epilogue
„A serial," agent Lisbon growled," Darn."
She sat behind her desk, looking at a smiling Patrick Jane sprawled on her couch.
"Yes," he said, "at least that's what Wilmore thinks we're thinking right now."
"We're not just thinking this, Jane.", Lisbon snapped, "we found evidence fitting some murders months ago…you were there when we unearthed the stuff. So it's a serial. And that's bad."
"Yes", Jane mused, "but let's just not forget that I placed the evidence there myself, so- maybe it's your lucky day, Lisbon."
"You did WHAT?", she thundered, getting up from her chair.
"I planted this cigarette stub there," he shrugged, " I mean, genial move as usual. Wilmore got careless and made a mistake, forgetting to let some interesting photos vanish into thin air, photos I have", he pushed his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling the bagged evidence out, "here!"
"Why didn't you tell me this before, you moron?" she spat out through gritted teeth.
He made an innocent face.
"But why, Lisbon," he said," you were 100% convincing during the press conference- thanks to my brilliant plan. So don't be grumpy now- you can be heroine of the day again!"
"One day," she snarled, sitting down again," I'm going to kill you."
He got up from the couch in a single fluent movement and strode towards her. He took her face in his hands and bowed down to press a tiny kiss to her nose.
"No," he whispered, smiling his killer smile, "you wouldn't- you love me far too much for that."
He straightened and moved to leave her office, but turned at the door.
"Uhm- are we arresting the killer, or what?"
He barely escaped the stapler that flew in his direction.
But he did catch the soft smile that spread on her face shortly after.
Yes. Definitely her old Patrick Jane.
And tonight, she would make him pay.
The End
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