Hey hey hey! Okay, new job + babysitting the nephews = less writing time, but not that less. I'm currently in love with Captain America and the Avengers (have been 4 a while actually) so there might be slight references, but no worries :P Thank you to Special Agent Baker, TygerTygerCrimsonTears and BurnedSpy, the latter pointed out a typo so thank you greatly. I only got like 3 reviews last time… so no less than 5 this time… Those of you who do are just awesome, so keep doing what you doing Luff you guys's

Disclaimer:

Mabel: This chapter is sad…

Me: What is with you and hinting so obviously on the chapters?

Rayne: She's right though…

Me: SHUSH! I don't own the Mentalist or any of its characters

People were in a good mood, smiling faces and joyful laughter filled up the restaurant and our group was no exception. We had just solved a case, it turns out it actually was the cop, and Lisbon was shouting us pizza.

"Kat has good instincts, she knew from the start." Jane said and I rolled my eyes.

"It was only because he got snappy with me." I replied and everyone laughed.

"I'd hate to get on your bad side." Joked Cho and everyone agreed with another laugh. My phone rang then, and I gave them an apologetic smile before standing up and walking outside of the restaurant.

"This is Kat." I answered, inspecting the bustling street.

"Hello, is this Katherine Walker?" A woman with a gentle voice asked.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"Your father… He's been admitted to hospital, and has requested you."

"Alright, I'm on my way, thanks." I replied, before ending the call and rushing inside.

"What's up?" Lisbon asked.

"Um, something important has come up, sorry guys." I replied, making sure I had everything.

"I'll drive you." Jane offered and I stopped to stare at him, but remembered who he was.

"Sure." I muttered.

"Drive you where?" Van Pelt asked but I was already out the door, along with Jane. We walked in silence to the car and Jane opened my door for me, but my reaction system was still trying to react to that fateful phone call so I wasn't surprised.

Everything seemed to be layered with fluff. Nothing was quite making sense, like time itself was slowing down. Everything was slower, except for my thoughts, which were racing around my head.

After what seemed like an eternity we made it to the hospital and I rushed in, going straight up to the desk.

"My father, he's just been admitted here, Roger Walker." I explained and she smiled, typing on her computer.

"He's in room 104, just up the hall." She supplied, and I raced up there, just to meet with a doctor leaving the room.

"Katherine?" He asked.

"Just Kat." I mumbled, itching to go see Dad.

"I'm sorry, we're still trying to stabilize him at the moment, you'll have to wait." He apologised and I sighed, sliding down the wall opposite the door. Jane caught up to me then, took one look at the doctor, then at me and slid down the wall beside me.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there staring at the door. The longer it was the more surreal it got. I was beyond reality, almost like I was gazing down upon myself.

The same doctor opened the door, and wordlessly motioned me into the room. I stood up and rushed in; going over to the bed Dad lay in.

"Dad, I'm here." I whispered, gently taking his hand in mine.

"Hey sweetie, look, I'm gonna die, and I just wanted you to know, I'm sorry I couldn't be there to walk you down the aisle, or scare your boyfriends, and treat you like a little girl when you're sick." I wheezed. Tears sprung into my eyes, brimming like boiling water.

"Dad… no…" I trailed off, not completely sure what to say.

"Don't deny it Kat, you know what's happening, and you can't do anything to stop that. I'm ready, I'm just sorry that you aren't." His voice was quiet, like his spirit was already leaving this world. The thought made those tears spill over my lids, strolling down my cheeks. "I love you, Katherine."

"I love you too, Dad." I whispered, and his eyes closed. Those bright green eyes disappearing forever. I let out the first real sob, and Jane came in, walking carefully. Another sob racked my body, and the tears were free falling. He was gone, gone forever.

That was my only coherent thought. He was gone. Dad was gone. Gone forever. It hurt so much, staring at his eyelids, begging for him to open then again. But it wasn't happening, and I knew, deep down, that it wouldn't happen ever again, at least not in this world.

I wouldn't hear his voice, his laugh, or his snore ever again. I wouldn't feel his arms, his stubble, or his ridiculous Christmas jerseys. No more movie nights, or walks in the park. No more private jokes that nobody else understood. He was gone and I was alone.

But I wasn't alone, Jane was there, he was waiting for me acknowledge his presence. At that moment gentle arms encircled me from the side, and a soothing 'shh' was murmured into my ear, like silk woven from the finest material. I only cried harder.

Once again, we seemed to stand there for a while, when the door opened again.

"We'll stop by tomorrow to sort out everything, but right now Kat needs to go home." Jane said quietly, removing one of his arms and leading me out of the hospital. He helped me into the car, and then when we got to my apartment he led me in and sat me down on the couch. He turned to go into the kitchen, but I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Please don't go." I whispered pitifully and he gave me a gentle smile, before sitting down beside me and pulling me into another hug.

I am so so sorry for the short chapter… But I'm crying alright, and I'll try and write a longer one next time, but I make no promises. Oh my God I did it… I killed him off… This is so sad. Review.