A/N: This chapter would have been up yesterday, but as of like eight(when I was going to post) the internet began being... funky. It would work one second, but not work the next, so I apologize. The reviewers, Country2776(who, insipired this idea, though, I've added a little twist to it. Thanks much!), Dani-9900, Janzan-Swomps, supernena25, and Jisbon4ever, thanks yet again for your reviews!

Deep Crimson

Chapter 7: Foresight

Patrick Jane's POV

He didn't know what had happened, his once strong Teresa Lisbon was now just a shell, a ghost. He was going to make it up to her, but there was something else, the phone call had proved that. He closed his eyes, remembering the ashen look on her face after hearing what the caller had said. Jane could practically hear her heart breaking. She had looked almost dead, not completely alive, but not dead. It was like she could let go, her grip was just too strong. He knew it, she had gone to a graveyard, she had had the same look on her face that he did when he went to his wife and daughter's graves. He could dis earn that look anywhere. And he had almost followed, but he could feel it, the magnitude of her heartbreak, and it scared him. He had caused some fraction of that, he. But, now, as the dread filled his stomach, he wished he had followed. It was like he could see the silver glint of the knife she would have with her. She always had a knife with her, always. Patrick Jane pulled out his cell phone, something telling him that his timing was going to be impeccable. That it just might make all the difference in the world. And he hoped it would be for the better, not for worst. Sometimes it was good to have an idea of what was going to happen, not like be a psychic, since they didn't exist. But, just being observant. It was an upper hand. A foresight.

Teresa Lisbon's POV

I sat in the car, tears glistening on my face in the darkness.

Everyday I sit here waiting
Everyday just seems so long
And now I've had enough of all the hating
Do we even care, it's so unfair
Any day it'll all be over
Everyday there's nothing new
And now I just try to find some hope
To try and hold onto
But it starts again
It'll never end

My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. My breathing came in short gasps, as I tried to calm myself down. I needed to get back in control, to find a way through the darkness. But I felt the numbness claw it's way back in, returning again.

I'm heavily broken
And I don't know what to do
Can't you see that I'm choking
And I can't even move
When there's nothing left to say
What can you do
I'm heavily broken
And there's nothing I can do

My hand left the steering wheel, finding it's way to my bag. It felt it's way around, like it had a mind of it's own. Slowly it closed around a cool silver blade. It glittered in the darkness, the sight forever imprinted in my mind.

Almost giving up on trying
Almost heading for a fall
And now my mind is screaming out
I've gotta keep on fighting
But then again
It doesn't end

An obnoxious ringing interrupted my thoughts, registering somewhere in my mind as my cell phone. Using my other hand, I grabbed it and held it up to my ear.

"Put down the knife, Teresa," the voice was soft, concerned. It was Patrick Jane. I opened my mouth to respond, but someone beat me to it.

"Yes, Teresa," it drawled, "You might want to put down the knife." I froze, my blood turning to ice.

I'm heavily broken
And I don't know what to do
Can't you see that I'm choking
And I can't even move
When there's nothing left to say
What can you do?
I'm heavily broken
And there's nothing I can do
And there's nothing I can do

Feels like I'm drowning
I'm screaming for air
(Screaming for air)
Louder I'm crying
And you don't even care

I'm heavily broken
And I don't know what to do
Can't you see that I'm choking
And I can't even move
(What can I do)
When there's nothing left to say
What can you do
I'm heavily broken

I'm heavily broken
And I don't know what to do
Can't you see that I'm choking
And I can't even move
When there's nothing left to say
What can you do
I'm heavily broken [x3]

A/N: Okay, so this was kind of short, I know. What do you all think about the next chapter being in the perspectives of Red John(since that's who it was) and Kristina? Review to tell me. It might inspire me!

Country2776- So this wasn't exactly your idea, but at the same time it was. Honestly your idea sparked this sudden turn of event, so I have you to thank. Thank you! Your help was greatly appreciated. Truly it was.

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