Note: I know my recent chapters are much shorter than the previous ones, but I want to keep things simple. Hope you enjoy this one!

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- Are you cold?

- A little bit, yeah.

- Here, take my jacket.

- Thanks.

A cold breeze played with her hair. He put his warm jacket on her trembling shoulders. It smelt just like him. Memories flew through her mind.

They sat on the roof of some building, looking at the city lights. The sky was pitch black. Somewhere far away an old Elvis's song was playing and a neon light was turned on, painting everything pink and blue.

- Why are we here, Jane?

- Are you not enjoying the view? - He smiled and she rolled her eyes. He missed that so much. - Seriously though, we need to talk.

- I know. - She hung her head, getting mentally prepared.

- But first, I need us to make a deal. - She looked up curiously. - No lies. No hiding. No pretending. Just what's inside our hearts, ok?

- Ok. - She whispered, smiling shyly. She was a bit self-conscious to reveal what's been keeping her awake at nights, but at the same time couldn't wait to get it off of her chest.

- Uff... - He sighed and laughed nervously. She hadn't seen him like that in a really long time. - Let's just get the most serious parts off of the table. Which one do you want to hear first – the bad one or the worse one?

- The worse one. - Even though his jacket was really warm, a shiver ran down her spine.

- Red John is still alive.

A weight that had been on her shoulders for an extremely long time became twice as heavy. She realized she stopped breathing.

- Are you sure? - She breathed after a while.

- Yes, I'm sure Timothy Carter wasn't Red John.

- How do you know that?

- I'm gonna tell you later, I promise. - He said, fidgeting a little. - Tonight I want to talk about the bad news.

- Well..? - She asked when he got lost in his own thoughts.

- I love you, Teresa. - He said softly, looking directly into her eyes. She didn't dare to look away. - I know what I said that Sunday morning and I really wasn't sure of my feelings for you then. I thought I had mistaken love for comfort or something like that. I thought I'd been being selfish. But after a while I realized that I was wrong. I really do love you and actually terrifies me.

She was just looking at him with her eyes wide open, shocked.

- I think you should know that I lied to you about that one night you called me. - He was looking down on his hands, a wedding ring still on his finger. - I know you got drunk all by yourself. You called me late at night and told me that...

- What did I tell you? - She rushed him when he was looking for the right words. Her heart was beating fast.

- You told me that you loved me. - He mumbled. - And a whole bunch of things.

- What things?

- That you know I don't love you. That the only person who has ever loved you is your mother. That you're as disgusting as your father. That... That you want me to hold you when you fall asleep, even if I don't love you. - He sighed and his voice became weaker and quieter as the memories of them cuddling ran through his mind. He suddenly felt self-conscious. - That you think I told you I wasn't sure of my feelings anymore because of Red John and my wife. That you prefer not seeing me for the rest of your life rather than seeing me everyday and being close to me, but not close with me.

She stared at him, not sure what to say or think.

- I just need to know... - He whispered and looked at her, a hint of desperation in his eyes. - Do you still love me?

- Yes. - She breathed. - I do.

With this words, the world disappeared. They were alone, lost in each other's eyes. Neon lights created an otherworldly haze on their bodies. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, leaving behind a burning mark. She moved closer to him and her warm breath against his bare skin made him believe in happy endings. When he kissed her, a new star was created. Their lips tried to communicate feelings which couldn't be described in simple words. And somehow, they understood each other.

They knew this kiss was a manifesto of what they wanted, but couldn't have. This kiss was a rebellion against everything that stood between them – their messed-up past, their insecurities, revenge, Red John.

They wished upon this newly created star that someday everything would be simple. Someday they'd meet again and wouldn't pretend anymore. Someday all that would matter is that he loves her and she loves him.

After an infinity, they pulled away, already hating the barrier of cold air between them.

- I need you to remember this moment. - He whispered into her lips. - I need you to picture it every day, because from now on, things will only get worse. We're both gonna get in danger, and even though the idea of you getting hurt by him is making me want to send you to the freaking Moon, it's too late to back out now.

- I'm not going anywhere, Jane. - She said firmly, squeezing his hands. - I'm not gonna leave you alone. I've been in danger before, it's my job.

- I know, but... this time it's different.

There. She saw it again. This strange look in his eyes, just like in her dream. It was so intense that her heart forgot how to beat, even though it was its only job. She wanted to hide in his arms and never leave this rooftop.

- Can we forget about everything, at least for tonight? - He spoke softly, playing with her hair. - We'll talk about all this serious stuff later. Tonight I just want to be with you and talk like we used to. Before everything got screwed up.

He could see in her eyes how emotions fought with her cold rationality. She frowned and looked away at the city. He ran his finger between her brows to make her face relax and this gesture surprised her.

- I know you, Lisbon. - He smirked, delighted by her reaction. - I know you think it's stupid and crazy and reckless. I know you're afraid of acting on your feelings and then get inevitably heartbroken. I'm scared of that, too. But people do crazy things when they're in love, so I think we deserve to be stupid for at least one night.

- Quoting 'Hercules' is a way to win a girl over. - She laughed and it was the cutest laugh he had ever heard. - Ok, let's be stupid for a moment.

He grinned and the neon street lights made his teeth bright pink. He grabbed her and sat her on his knees, pulling her close.

When they kissed again, a whole new galaxy was born.

Then, they stayed on that rooftop until the Sun finally rose, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company and for once being stupid. When they said their bitter goodbyes it felt like they were leaving for a long time, even though they were gonna see each other the next day at work. Back at home they both kept reliving this memorable night with smiles on their faces. On the Monday morning she found him lying on the couch in her office, a cup of fresh coffee on her desk, prepared just how she likes it. The team looked suspiciously at them the whole week but didn't dare to ask any questions.

For the time being, they chose to love each other platonically.