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Rigsby

I didn't hear the exact words between our consultant and the Boss, but I could tell that it was bad. She just stood there, not moving. If I didn't know any better I would think she wasn't breathing, but she had to be- that was her way of calming down. I recall her actions from a time not too long ago, when she was drugged and led to believe she had killed someone. Both then and now she stands nervous and fragile with her hands buried in her pockets. She made sure her face was covered by her dark brown hair and hardly looked up. If she did look up, it was too make sure no one was staring. Her eyes would shine from the water threatening to spill over and her face turned a pale white.

"Hey, Cho," I spotted him looking at Lisbon. He looked stuck, almost lost, "what happened?"

He jumped slightly at the sound of my voice, "Jane yelled at Lisbon. I think she's taking it pretty hard."

No shit, Cho. Of course she's taking it hard, or else she wouldn't be acting like that, "Shouldn't we go and talk to her."

He looked at me, perhaps to check for any signs of humor, "You go talk to Lisbon, and I'll go after Jane." I nodded my head. I almost forgot about Jane…

"Good plan."

Lisbon

What…aw, hell. Rigsby's here. I can tell he heard what Jane and I said to each other. Shit…um…what am I going to…?

"Hey Boss, you ok?"

Just…I'm… "Just leave me alone." I don't know if he heard that, because I can hardly hear anything. I thought…Jane…oh God.

Don't cry, don't cry, DON'T CRY! I'm not…

"Is there anything you need, Boss?" I can tell that…I know…I think he cares, because it sounds like it.

"…My mother," It came out before I could stop it. I didn't mean to say that, but it's true anyway. I need my mom. I need to believe that there is someone on this planet that gives a crap about someone else. I need to know that I haven't been wasting my time, and that people appreciate what I do for them. That someone somewhere needs me. I need to know that if I died today, someone would miss me.

Cho

He isn't get out of the parking lot, that's for damn sure. It may have taken some illegal driving tactics, but I managed to block Jane's car from the exit. Before I could think of what I was going to say I was standing in front of Patrick Jane. His face was screaming 'you don't scare me'; not yet Jane. I don't scare you yet.

I need to get him to push me or hit me so I can arrest him for assault. With his temper where it is now, that doesn't seem too hard.

"Get out of my way, Kimball," he can use my first name all he wants, it doesn't bother me.

"Why don't you try to make me, Patrick? Oh wait, I forgot you're not a real psychic. How stupid of me, I almost forgot the reason that your family is dead," I know it was rude, but it was pay-back. It was something I know Lisbon would never take advantage of- she's too good of a person. Compared to what he said to her it wasn't too much over the line. It did the trick. Patrick Jane punched me square in the face before realizing his mistake.

I cuffed him and muttered something about lawyers and silence before triumphantly dragging him up to CBI floor 4 Interrogation Room.

Jane

He's defending her, that stupid bitch. Doesn't she know what I've been through? Doesn't she know what that smile does to me? How dare she even think that I could just ignore it! It's there forever and it's not going away. I can't deal with the CBI anymore; I have no use for it. Lisbon's usefulness ran out when Red John died, I should have realized that and not even bothered to apologize. I have nothing to be sorry for- all I did was save her life and get her out of a harmful situation.

And now I'm stuck in this stupid tan colored room staring down an out-of-date camera that they haven't bothered to replace with the newest edition. I know how will be asking me the questions and I know I won't be recorded. After I'm done in here I'm leaving California. I'm going sell my house, by a boat, and live on the sea where no one can bother me. There will be no boss, no murders, no taxes, and no God damn Lisbon. She won't be able to tempt me into shattering the memory of my wife, not anymore. I'll never have to see her face again.

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