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Author's Note: I'm back with the final chapter! Thank you again to all my readers for reading this story and to those who reviewed, I really appreciated it. I know it's short but I thought the last chapter ended rather abruptly so here it is...
"Morning Jane," Lisbon said with a grin as she entered his room in the hospital, he was already fully dressed and ready to get out of there. The only thing different about was his arm in a sling and bruises on his face.
"Morning Lisbon," he said returning her grin, "come to take me back to CBI?"
"Actually I was going to take you to your house, so you could have some time to recover,"
"But Lisbon, I've already spent a whole night 'recovering,' plus CBI is a much more comforting place to recover," his grin widened at her as he went to stand beside her.
"We have no case! We already solved Santos' murder, the team have gone to arrest the ones who got away. There's nothing at all for you to do," she protested happily, glad to see Jane was doing okay. Lou, Simms and even Graham were okay too, although Graham would still be going to prison with a lesser sentence of course for saving their lives.
"I could always just talk to you," her expression became serious as he said this, remembering back to when she'd almost kissed him.
"I'm glad your okay, Patrick," she deliberately used his first same to test his response.
"I'm glad your okay, Teresa," they looked at each other for a minute, before kissing passionately, abruptly they pulled away as someone entered the room.
"Yes?" Lisbon asked of Cho, trying to sound calm but secretly seething at his interruption.
"We just went to arrest JDC and his mercenaries... You guys might wanna see this,"
Jane stepped out of the car and hurried towards the house, he didn't recognize it, having never seen it from the outside. It was easy enough to spot however being the only one surrounded by tape and police cars.
Jane ducked under the tape and hurried straight down the corridor to the room they'd been kept in, there was a note stuck on the door. Angrily he yanked it off and scanned it, Cho and Lisbon caught up to him while he read:
Dear Mister Jane,
I do not like to see your life threatened by mercenaries, especially by filthy greedy thieves. I also thought it good to avenge the beating and wounded shoulder they have you. You don't have to be a real psychic to open the door and see what I've done to them.
His face drained of color as he read, almost in a trance he handed the note to whoever was beside him and slowly opened the door.
Inside was the bloody face, smiling at him...