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Author's Note: Cho sort of abducted this chapter, hope you like. Thanks to jisbon-sessed and Iloveplotbunnies for reviewing :)

Cho was sitting at his desk in his office lost in thought. He could still remember when it had been Lisbon's office, he could still remember when she'd been alive. He could still remember how Jane had bugged her before retreating to his couch to lie on. He could still remember a rookie Van Pelt desperate to please her boss while sneaking around with Rigsby.

He missed that. He missed them. While he'd been the quiet one he had still loved it, they had been his co-workers, his friends. And now most of them were dead. They were simply memories. And it was all because of one man.

Red John.

The name still made his blood run cold. Ever since Jane and Lisbon's deaths he'd become obsessed with catching him, like Jane once had he'd have done anything to catch him and not just throw him in jail, Cho had planned to kill him. Cho had planned to do what Jane had wanted, cut the bastard open and watch him bleed slowly to death. Especially after Van Pelt.

Revenge was the most important thing to him, he was forced to admit, nothing or no one would have stopped him from killing. Not Hightower, not Rigsby, not his wife, not even if his life would have to be forfeit. He had wanted to kill Red John. But he couldn't.

It was hard to believe the last 15 years of his life had all been because of one of hos closest friends. Johnny... how could he possibly have considered him a friend? How could he possibly not have known who he was? How could he not have realized the twins were Jane and Lisbon's? He felt like a fool.

Red John had been right under his nose, the twins had been right under his nose. Why hadn't he seen it? He'd always thought they looked familiar, now he knew who it seemed impossible he hadn't seen. He sighed as he glanced at the picture beside his wife, the one of the team. Rigsby and Van Pelt trying not to look at each other, he forcing a smile and Lisbon scowling as Jane smirked triumphantly at something.

He felt like he'd failed them. Not only had he failed to avenge them, Sarah was going to take the fall for it. It was a bitter irony, Cho decided, that Jane and Lisbon's daughter had been the one to finally fulfil what Jane had vowed to do more than 20 years ago. Sarah was right, he'd probably be proud of her too. His thoughts were interrupted by Rigsby knocking to come in.

"Hey Cho, I wanted to talk to you," he said gravely as he sat down in the chair in front opposite his boss.

"About what?"

"What do you think? What are we going to do about Sarah?"

"What can we do? She killed a man."

"Not just a man, a serial killer. She killed Red John!" he shouted before lowering his voice, "Cho, we can't let her go to jail for that. Not for that and especially since she's Jane and Lisbon's daughter. Jane and Lisbon. You're not seriously gonna let her spend the rest of her life in prison?"

"What do we do Wayne?! We're officers of the law, we can't just drop a murder charge because the man was a serial killer and she was our friend's child," Cho answered bitterly, as if he wanted this to happen.

"What if it was one of my kids? What if it was Teresa? Or Jane? Or Patrick?" demanded Rigsby angrily, "would you still throw them in jail for the rest of their lives?"

"It's not like I have a choice! Don't you think I'd do something if I could?"

"Well..." muttered Rigsby as the fight faded, "it's just not fair. It's just not fair."

"I know," agreed Cho...

"Isn't there anything you can do?" inquired his wife later over dinner, "it's just not fair she killed that monster and now has to spend the rest of her life in jail."

"I know but there's nothing I can do," protested Cho feeling fed up with this conversation and general situation, "the only way you can get off doing a crime is lack of evidence, self defense or insanity."

"And?"

"Evidence is pretty damning, she's adamant it wasn't self defense and she's not crazy," Cho explained nibbling on a carrot.

"Can't you pretend it was self defense?"

"If it was self defense she would have said so by now, everyone knows it'd be a lie."

"Can't you pretend she wasn't with it when she killed him?"

"I'm not a psychiatrist!" protested Cho, feeling slightly guilty thinking of Sarah sleeping in the cell for the night.

"Fine," Elise sighed in defeat turning back to the food, "what about Sebastian?"

"What about him?"

"What's gonna happen to him?" she inquired looking concerned.

"He's probably going to have to stay in a psych ward or something for awhile and then I suppose foster care," guessed Cho, thinking of his impending conversation with the boy tomorrow.

"That's awful!" she exclaimed aghast, "can't we just look after him?"

"You're serious?" he responded disbelieving.

"Of course! Why shouldn't we take him? We know him and poor Wayne has enough with Teresa, Jane and Patrick... it's not like we don't have room, don't you think it'd be better for him to be with us then some random family? He's your friends son."

"I'll think about it, okay?" answered Cho tiredly and Elise nodded as they continued their meal.

Cho was still thoughtful as he retired early to bed. His wife was probably right about Sebastian, and Sarah. But how was he supposed to help her? The only way she'd get off was with an insanity defense but how could he make it happen, as he said he wasn't a psychiatrist.

He'd need a psychiatrist to testify it wasn't Sarah's fault, even if it was a lie. But who? Dr Morton would never agree to something like that but who else was there? A distant thought weaved its way through his thoughts. There'd been a case with a psychiatrist who'd seemed close to Jane, Sophie Miller. Would she go along with this insanity thing? He decided he'd track her down and ask her. What was the worst that could happen? He wondered as he climbed out of bed and got dressed again.

"Goodmorning Kimball," Elise chimed sarcastically, "I think your clock may be a bit off."

"I'm going to go talk to someone to try help Sarah," Cho explained grabbing his keys, "be back soon, love you," he added leaving their apartment.

"Love you too and good luck!" she called after him...

Cho knocked loudly on the door to the address he'd just looked up, Sophie Miller had a nice house if this was the right place. He shifted with boredom before hammering on the door again, the lights were on... the door swung open to reveal an annoyed woman standing there.

"Yes?" snapped the woman.

"No need to be so rude," muttered Cho.

"Forgive me it's just I'm always cranky when someone hammers on my door at 1AM," she quipped.

"Sorry but its important and your light was on."

"I fell asleep with it on. Who are you anyway? You look vaguely familiar...?"

"Kimball Cho, CBI," he informed her bluntly, "can I come in?"

"Sure... I guess," she mumbled nervously moving aside for him to enter, "want a drink or somethi- what's this about?" she demanded shutting the door.

"You're blunt."

"I'm cranky. What do you want?"

"You were close to Patrick Jane, right?" Cho questioned and her demeanor softened slightly.

"Sort of, I was sad to hear he died..."

"He was killed."

"By the same guy that killed his family, Red bloody John."

"Yep. He died trying to save his twins but Red John took them and raised them as his own. Today one of them killed him," Cho explained deadpan.

"What's this got to do with me...?"

"I need you to say she wasn't can't be held responsible."

"What do you mean?"

"The only way she's gonna get away with this is if she gets an insanity defense, so I need you to tell them she was mental or something at the time of the murder."

"You expect me to go along with this?!" exclaimed Sophie outraged, "your whole plan is insane!"

"You're her only chance. This man killed her own parents, her brother tried to kill himself because of it, do you know how many people Red John killed?!" Cho demanded trying not to yell, "he deserved to die, you and I both know it. If you care about Jane at all you won't let his child take the fall for this, she's just a kid. Jane helped you, you're the only one who can help Sarah. Think about that," Cho finished handing the subdued woman his business card as he walked out. Praying she'd listen...