Previously:

"Do you have any idea how much I want to hit you right now? Smack some sense into you, like dad did?"

"But you wont. Because you're not our dad. You never will be James."

She turned before he could respond and arched into her office, closing the door and blinds behind her.

She sat at her desk, putting her head in her hands, and cried.

XXX

Patrick Jane sat on his couch, looking out upon the CBI; hearing the song. It had certainly changed since the last time he had done this. Well, no, it hadn't really. Everything went on as normal, but the people had changed. Grown. They knew what fear and pain felt like now. They had almost lost their boss; the person who holds everyone together; the glue in this masterpiece. But no one acted any differently for it. They were more aware of each other, and that was the only thing that had really changed about their day to day routines. He found it a little annoying though that they were all always keeping tabs on where everyone else was. Especially Lisbon. The team was always looking out for Lisbon.

She had pretty much recovered from her time spent with Red John. Though her shoulder still played up from time to time, and she couldn't stand for more than a few hours, the only things that had changed about her that was obvious to the untrained eyes were the scars on her cheeks. Two thin lines going from her cheekbones the corners of her lips. She usually put a little concealer on them, but her doctor advised that she try and steer clear of the makeup as often as possible. She didn't want to risk infection.

He looked across the bullpen to see Lisbon doing paperwork in her office. Probably about him, on their last case. God, I had made a mess of that one he thought, looking at the stress line forming between her eyebrows. Her brothers had returned home a few days after she returned to work, seeing that their sister was more than capable of taking care of herself. They still called to check in every once in a while though. Why can't they be in the same room for five minutes without arguing? He thought, as he saw her reaching for the now ringing phone. Must have been her brother. Probably James. That kid is way too protective of her. Can't say I blame him though…

"We've got a case. Looks like a hot one at that." Lisbon said, strolling into the office. OK, maybe not her brothers, Patrick thought, standing up.

"Oh?" Cho asked.

"Yeah. It looks like Red John too." Lisbon stole a glance at Jane.

"Looks like?" He asked. "Either it is Red John, or it isn't Red John.."

"It is the Red John style, but there are a few differences to the usual. It breaks the pattern."

"What differences?" Cho asked.

"Well…"

"Spit it out Lisbon." Rigsby joined in.

She looked at Jane. "There was DNA evidence left behind."

XXX

Jane jumped out of the CBI van as he had done a month ago today. But today, he felt differently about it. Last time, there was a sense of horror and miss use. But today… It was replaced with excitement and fear. Was he about to uncover the and that killed his wife and child? Kidnapped and tortured his slightly-more-than-best-friend-slightly-less-than-lover? Was this the end?

"What was the evidence?" Jane asked, stopping abruptly.

"Jane.."

"What was the evidence, Teresa?"

"She.. She turned the knife back on him. His blood is everywhere, we got a bloody handprint and the murder weapon."

Jane's mouth opened as he rushed into the building, to confirm what Lisbon had said.

There was blood everywhere- more than just the victims. There was a clear finger pattern and hand print on the wall, that was way too big to be the victims. And there was the knife.

It had blood on it- so much blood. Some was old and flaky whereas other pieces were still sticky. He could see fingerprints on it from here, where Red John's hand had been hotter than the cold steel.

"The coronor has confirmed that there is blood from 1998 on it. This contains the blood of at least 43 people on it. They think that.. They think that is the knife he used on all his victims. That includes me." Lisbon said wearily.

"Have you figured out who he is then? With your damned evidence?" He said, turning to leave the house.

"Yeah. They think they know who it is. He didn't turn up for work today, either so it coincides with the whole stabbed and wounded thing."

He stopped at this. They knew. They knew who Red John was. They were going to catch him. They were going to kill him. He was going to kill the man who chopped up his family- ruined his life.

"Who is he?"

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