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For a minute I could only gape at the smug look on my murderer's face before anger suddenly shot through me, after all I had done to save his life he had still chose to end mine.

"I take it from the way you are glaring at me you remember what happened?" Red John commented cheerfully.

"Why?" I demanded, "after all I did for you? After all we went through to survive you just killed me?"

"I was going to die anyway," he said as if it was obvious, "I couldn't lose to Jane so I had to take away all he had left, his ability to avenge his family and you."

"You killed me just to spite Jane?" I screamed at him furiously, "you bastard!"

"Oh come now Teresa," he chided calmly, "I had no other choice and it worked perfectly too," his smile returned and his sapphire eyes flickered dangerously, "you should have seen the look on his face when he saw you fall to the ground, he looked like his heart had stopped beating. He tried so hard to run to you but his broken ribs prevented it and by the time he reached you, you were dead. He cradled your body for hours sobbing uncontrollably before Cho managed to pry him away."

"You are sick," I spat at him watching the way his eyes reveled in Jane's pain.

"It's not my fault," he pointed out, "Jane's the one who so perfectly set the stage, storming off like that and the icing on the cake was the fact the very last thing he ever said to you was that he hated you, he never got to tell you he loved you. So tragic."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked confused.

"You know tragic, relating to tragedy," he answered deliberately ignoring what I meant, "something terribly sad and unfair-"

"What do you mean by he never got to tell me he loved me?" I interrupted irritably.

"Teresa you are a woman aren't you?" he questioned blandly, "you're supposed to have insight into these kinds of things, you know exactly what it means. Jane was so devastated by your death because he loved you."

"But… I mean… he would have said…" I babbled pathetically.

"You can't really blame him, you never said it either," he commented sounding almost bored, "its so amusing, and stupid, and sad that you were in love and never realized it."

"That's just silly, I don't… we're just friends… you're just trying to bother me," I retorted not wanting to discuss my feelings with the man who had murdered me, of all people.

"You know I am not," he sighed.

"Well screw you anyway," I snapped turning to walk away, "I don't have to stand here and listen to you."

"I know something you don't know," he taunted from behind me.

"I don't care," I called back firmly.

"Don't you want to know how Jane ended up in a coma?" he asked coolly.

I was forced to stop and glance tenuously back at him, on one hand I despised everything about him and loathed his very company but on the other it wasn't exactly like I could go ask one of the team what had happened. Regardless of whether or not I loved him, I still had to know what had happened to him.

"How?"

"Now you want to speak me?" he mocked, "how cruel of you, you only want to speak to me when I have information you need."

"Want to talk about cruel? You murdered me," I told him icily, "now are you going to tell me or not?"

"Fine," Red John shrugged, "but you won't like it."

"I don't care, just tell me what happened," I snapped.

"I'm just saying you won't like it."

"Just spit it out already!" I yelled at him as my patience grew tired.

"He tried to kill himself."