Red John lifted the pillow from Lisbon's face and she gasped for air.

"I see Patrick saved you."

She gulped in air lunging for him at the same time. Unbeknown to her one of her wrists was handcuffed to metal frame of the bed and she fell back immediately. She screamed in frustration straining to get to him. He pushed her back down to the bed effortlessly, lowered the pillow once more.

She rolled across the bed and spun her lower body towards him. She felt her leg hit something solid. Red John stumbled. She wriggled until she was sat up then lifted her self onto her feet. She was bent double on her bed the handcuff holding her back.

Red John glared at her. "You are starting to annoy me!"

Lisbon's eyes dark were trained on him, waiting for him to strike. She might be handcuffed but she was in control here!

"So Teresa, you wish to fight me? It might be fun!" he smirked.

"Come anywhere near me and I'll take you out. You had the advantage of surprise last time. Not now!" she refused to cower before him!

"You'll take me out? How? With only one hand?"

"That is all I'll need!"

"Ah yes, brave spirited Lisbon. That won't do, see I have no idea how long Patrick will be gone, I will garner no pleasure killing him so soon after disposing of you. The fun will be in his pain, his suffering!"

"Come near me." she repeated. "And I'll take you out." she knew he was trying to distract her, make her angry so she went for him. She was restraining the need to fly at him.

When Red John realised she had no intention of coming near him he walked to his bag. Removed his taser. "I didn't want to use this." he murmured. He spun aimed and fired.

She jumped onto the floor and he missed her.

"I knew I should have handcuffed both of your hands but after our little crash I only had one pair left."

"My team are close to finding you Robert Spall." Lisbon gloated. "You left a partial print on the cuffs. That was very sloppy, they're right on top of you. So yeah kill me, but rest assured in the knowledge that I will be the last person you hurt!"

"No, see I kill you and I kill Jane's spirit so NO you will not be the last person I hurt!" he crowed.

Lisbon could feel the rage and fury filling her.

He aimed once again and she moved around the floor that was very limited movement, figured she was better on the bed.

"You know it's their fault you are being killed in this way. See I wanted to wait, plan more but your team forced my hand!" he shot at her. She dived onto the bed and rolled, used momentum to push herself up to standing, the shot whizzed passed her, she moved just in time!

"You don't have unlimited shots!" she crowed. "How many do you have left? One?"

He once again turned towards his bag. "I do have a real gun, too messy." he grumbled. "But it might have to do."

Lisbon took her chance at his distraction, while he bent over she picked up her lamp, pulled the wire out with the force and threw it at his head. It exploded and he fell to the floor unmoving.

She began frantically yanking at the cuffs. They were tight. He was too far away to rifle his pockets for the key. Ok Lisbon think! Where was her cell phone? Where had she put it? Damn downstairs…..wait a minute, her spare cuffs they were in the dresser on the other side of the room. This could work! She was on the floor, grabbed the frame of her bed and pulled it towards the dresser on the other side of the room.

Red John groaned.

She pulled the drawer open an emptied the contents on to the floor.

Red John was on his feet "I have seriously have had enough of you!" He growled.

She found the keys and was pushing them in the lock.

He ran at her, she opened the lock just in time. He threw a punch which she literally just dodged. She tried to incapacitate him with various blows but he kept on anticipating them and moving. His stance was clearly professional, he seemed to know what she was gonna do before she did! Was he an ex cop? Was that how he evaded capture for so long? He knew the ins and outs of the system.

Lisbon and Red John were evenly matched, Red John's eyes were glittering with pleasure, he liked the physicality of Lisbon. A hard punch to her stomach distracted her, red John immediately followed with a hard right to her head. It disorientated her, she still managed to charge at him. Her head hit his midsection, she kept running at him and his back hit the bookshelf. He fell at her feet and she pulled the bookcase over him, she spun to run and get her gun…her he grabbed her ankle in a vice grip. She stamped hard on his hand, he groaned and released her. She dashed down the stairs into her living room. She heard him moving around upstairs as she was unlocking the drawer which held her gun. She pulled it out, was cocking it when he came behind her and knocking it from her hand. It slid across the floor towards the front door.

"Ok this ends now!" he roared. Grabbed her by the hair and up the stairs. Lisbon pulled and hit out at him but he wasn't feeling anything. Rage made him impervious to her blows. She was back in her room and he tossed her on the bed, he was straddling her hips. Her fists flew out towards him. He caught them and then held them in one hand above over head. Her face was twisted as she pulled with all her might. His hold was relentless. He pulled a sharp blade from behind his back.

Lisbon's eyes never left the sharp weapon, light shimmered off it illuminating the madness in his eyes. He slid the smooth side edge against her cheek. She glared up at him.

"This will be like a knife through butter," he murmured smiling. "Yu have no idea how long I've waited to do this again."

Lisbon kicked and fought, bucked with all her might to try and get him off her but he was far too large and heavy compared to her slight frame. The knife traced her body slowly, he hesitated as he held it above her heart.

"This time I think I'll take your heart and send it back to Patrick. He deserves it, we both know it belongs to him. Everything else though Teresa, your body, your blood, your soul is all mine!" he said the last three words with a blatant finality

Lisbon fought more, she knew it was no use but she had to try…

(X)

Jane leant against the wall beside the gates of the CBI, his duffel coat zipped up trying to guard against the cold. His head was bowed. What was he doing? He couldn't carry around this guilt forever, yet he couldn't let go until Red John was dead. He exhaled. He had a beautiful woman who loved him waiting for him at home…..he hadn't had a home in so long. Lisbon and he, they shared a connection, knew each other intrinsically. He rubbed his face hard. He had two choices. He could go into the CBI into his cold room upstairs alone or he go could go home to Lisbon.

He pondered the possibilities, Red John was still around, and he was always going to come between them, he knew what he had to do. As soon as Angela and Charlotte's killer was where he belonged then really he had no choices. He turned towards the gate

'Grab happiness while you can Paddy.'

He looked behind him, he'd heard Angela's voice as clear as day. He frowned looked up at the sky saw two big bright stars twinkling at him.

'Go home.' she urged. "Lisbon is your home now.'

He looked down at the floor ignoring his wife's voice. He put his hands in his pockets and began to walk, now he was hearing things! He entered the CBI and approached his room, he was in the lift heading up when a sharp pain engulfed his head.

'Daddy!' Charlotte screamed. 'Help her daddy! He has her! Daddy hurry he has her! Go home!'

A light exploded in front of his eyes. His head pounded, Charlotte was screaming in his mind. He had never been able to ignore her when she sounded like that, when there was something only a daddy could fix. He walked from the lift and down the stairs, he hailed a cab. He would head to Lisbon's and maybe the voice would disappear, and if not he was crazy! Plus she deserved to know the reason why he was breaking it off in person, it was only fair.

He was sat in the car when Charlotte's voice panicked screamed at him. 'Daddy, the bad smiley face man is there!' Jane's stomach hollowed. 'He's gonna hurt her like he did mommy and me! HURRY!'

Jane was suddenly scared, he wasn't the type of man to hear voices in his head, and even if he did he wasn't the type to listen to them but he couldn't ignore the feeling of dread in his stomach. He paid the driver as soon as he stopped and jumped from the car. Ran towards her house and let himself in with his key, the first thing he saw was her gun on the floor by the door, after that he immediately knew she was in trouble. He picked the gun up and ran up the stairs. He saw her pinned beneath Red John fighting, he held a knife above her heart.

The gun felt heavy in his hand.

"Patrick." Red John turned his head and smiled at him malevolently.

Lisbon flung all her weight behind a firm shove but it still didn't work. She paled as the knife plunged down.

Jane blacked out, he felt his hand lift and the gun discharged even after all the chambers were empty still he pressed the trigger, over and over again. He didn't see the bullets enter Red Johns body, he didn't see him fall sideways, his blood spilling onto Lisbon's bed sheet. He could only see Charlotte and Angela, their faces, their smiles, their broken bodies…the grief that he had buried for so long sent him to his knees. He dropped the gun to the floor Charlotte and Angela beside him tears built and crested. All the venom that he had inside for so long was being released.

"Jane?" Lisbon whispered. She had never seen him like this before.

He lowered his head and inhaled deeply. Pulled himself to his feet and went to her. "Are you ok?" emotion thick in his voice.

She nodded, went to Red John and checked his pulse. "He's dead Jane."

"You means it's over?" he whispered not truly believing it.

"Yeah honey." she hugged him. "You can grieve now, it's over."

A/N this was supposed to be the last chapter but there is a mini chapter after this one, it was supposed to be on the bottom of this one but i changed my mind x