They almost had him, he was right in front of them. Now he's gone. She looks across at Jane, the disappointment showing in his eyes. She reaches out and grabs his hand, staring into his sad eyes. He looks down at their hands, a small smile spreading on his face. He looks up into her eyes, the sadness slowly falling away. He smiles again, turning his head back to the scene in front of them.
All the cops have left, and the sirens and lights fade in the distance. The cold wind bites through her jacket, and she shivers. The cold metal of Jane's car numbs her skin. They lean against it, staring into the night sky. The night they almost caught Red John…
Jane looks back into her eyes, this time the sadness gone. He squeezes her hand before pulling away.
"I'm so glad he didn't hurt you." He says gently. She can hear the sadness in his voice, see the relief in his eyes.
"Me too." She says quietly, smiling softly. He smiles back, finally breaking eye contact.
After a moment of consideration, he looks at her again. Gently he pulls her close. He holds her tightly, embracing her presence. She sighs into his neck, breath warm. As he caresses her hair, he realizes that even if he never catches Red John, as long as he has her…he'll be alright.
