Cho sat at his desk looking at the information that Van Pelt had just given him. It had Cochrane's address on it (although Cho was sure it was a dummy address.) As well as information on where he worked. Rigsby had called posing as a client and found out that Cochrane hadn't worked there for about 3 months.

Cho was worried. He wished that they had another person to watch their backs, he wished they had another gun, he wished his Boss was here.

"Gear up" he looked at Van Pelt and Rigsby.

"Should we call Jane?" Grace asked from the back seat.

Cho shook his head "I want to see if this pans out first."

The rest of the trip to Cochrane's home was silent as each member of the team went over their part in the plan. Rigsby hoped like hell that this guy was Red John and that they caught him for Jane and Grace, Cho wanted to kick the guys ass then shoot him in the face and Grace just wanted Jane to be happy.

"Remember Grace" Rigsby turned to face her "you're with Cho the whole time."

"I know Wayne."

"We don't want him to grab you."

"I know Wayne." Grace rolled her eyes "I don't see why."

"Grace"

She looked at Cho, he never called her Grace "if this guy is Red John he may grab you. No way we are going to risk that."

Van Pelt understood but it annoyed her, because she was a girl it seemed that Rigsby and Cho thought she was a lesser agent. As the SUV pulled up a few houses away from their designated target all three agents took deep breaths and got into position.

Lisbon blinked at Jane. "What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" a million thoughts shot through her brain the first being that he was going to leave again. He didn't answer her straight away "Patrick" she began more softly "what do you mean?"

"Teresa" he sighed.

"Please talk to me."

He turned to look at her and saw the fear in her eyes.

"This whole thing."

Lisbon sucked in a breath.

"Waiting for him. I feel like we're sitting ducks. I'm sick of it Teresa, I'm sick of him. I'm over it."

Lisbon let out the breath that she was holding in. A look of relief washed over her face.

Jane's eyes grew wider as he looked at her. "What's wrong?" Slowly he stepped closer to her as though she was an injured animal "You thought I was over this?" he pointed to her and then himself and then chuckled "oh my angry little princess you're stuck with me now." He smiled brightly at her a beautiful smile that Lisbon noticed was genuine but didn't quite reach his eyes.

Rigsby stood at the front door of Cochrane's supposed address while Cho and Van Pelt in the backyard beside the small veranda. Double checking that Rigsby was in place he gave the word for the front door to be breeched.

Cho heard Rigsby kick open the door through his ear piece indicating that it was time for him and Van Pelt to enter the house. Guns drawn Cho and Van Pelt met Rigsby in the living room after they cleared the house.

"Didn't find anyone but I found something interesting." Rigsby turned and lead his team mates down the hall the last room on the left. Pushing the door open with his elbow he heard Van Pelt gasp behind him. On two of the walls were stuck picture after picture of Jane and Lisbon. It was obvious that they had been taken with a long lens.

"This is creepy" Van Pelt whispered as she walked further into the room. Candid photos of Lisbon walking into work, walking out of the grocery store. Photos of Lisbon and Jane at crime scenes.

"How long has he been following them?"

Rigsby wondered.

"No idea: Cho replied as he scanned the photos."

"I hope this guy is Red John; for Jane's sake" Van Pelt confessed.

"Me too Grace" Rigsby smiled at her.

"Alright" Cho looked at his team mates "let's get this crime scene processed."

It had been two days since Lisbon had heard from the team. Usually she would understand, usually it wouldn't bother her but seeing as she seemed to be Red John's next intended victim and they were closer to Red John than ever to catching the scum bag she figured that maybe the team would keep her informed. That wasn't too much to ask was it? Her thoughts were interrupted by her burn phone ringing. After a quick conversation she hung up the phone and went in search of Jane. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him exit the bathroom wearing and undershirt and jeans his hair still damp from the shower.

"There you are" she smiled.

"Did you miss me?"

"Not exactly" she frowned at him.

Jane held his hand to his heart "I'm heart broken."

"The team found something they are on their way over." She blurted out.

Jane blinked at her "huh." Turning Jane made his way to the bedroom

While Jane pottered around upstairs Lisbon made her way to the kitchen to make a tea and stress cleaned.

When Jane made his way downstairs Lisbon was scrubbing the kitchen bench.

Slowly he walked up behind her "Teresa."

"Hmm" she replied still scrubbing.

"You okay?"

"Yup" she replied in a voice higher than normal.

Reaching out his hand he placed it on top of hers "I think the bench is clean enough."

Lisbon smiled at him sheepishly before putting the scrubbing brush back on its rightful place. "I made tea."

"Where did the stress cleaning come from?" Jane wondered aloud as he sipped his tea.

Shrugging Lisbon followed his action "when I was young I guess. My brothers were stressful growing up. I felt helpless a lot of the time but cleaning the house was one thing I could control."

Jane nodded his understanding. "Shall we sit and wait for the team to arrive?" Jane offered Lisbon her hand. She took it and let him lead her to the couch. "Much better" he sighed as he sunk into the comfortable furniture.

"What is it with you and couches?"

"We have an understanding." A cheeky smirk fell on his face.

"You're like the couch whisperer."

"Of sorts" he conceded. "When do you think the team will be here?" Jane voices as his fingers traced patterns on her arm.

"They shouldn't be too far away."

As if on cue they heard a knock on the door.

"What have you got?" Lisbon asked.

Cho looked for Lisbon to Jane and back again. "We got a warrant for Cochrane's house. He wasn't there but we found a room that had photos taped on the wall. Photos of you two."

Jane's body visibly stiffened. "How old do you think they are?"

"It's hard to tell" Van Pelt added her voice quiet.

Rigsby pulled out the photos he had taken and passed them to Lisbon. She gasped as she saw photo and photo plastered on the wall.

"We also found these." Cho passes Jane pieces of paper that were wrapped in evidence bags he looked down and read the first one.

'Dear Mister Jane,
I do not like to be slandered in the media, especially by a dirty money-grubbing fraud.
If you were a real psychic instead of a dishonest little worm, you wouldn't need to open the door to know what I've done to your lovely wife and child.'

Jane's breath hitched as he continued to read the notes that Red John had sent him over the years. "It's him" He whispered "he's Red John."