Authors Note: I'm re-watching the finale right now, and just realized that the Sheriff's last name is Hardy, half the people in my grandma's town are Hardy's and I'm related to all of them. I'd never heard it before outside her tiny little town, unless I was related to them. Oh, and in the ep, they say that Thanksgiving was only five months before, which means that it was April. Not that anyone cares. Thanks for all the reviews, I never expected so many, and to Ebony10 for being my beta.
Disclaimer: No, I don't in fact own them, I wish I did, but I've never been that creative.
After Thoughts Chapter 2-Lisbon
She sat at her desk. It seemed that she spent more time at the office or out in the field than she did at her own apartment. Sometimes she was there working and other times because she just didn't want to go home. Going home would mean silence and being alone. At least here, there were people. Even at 3:00 am there were people. The cleaning crew and security were here all night, making the rounds, making noise. Not asking her questions she couldn't answer.
She never understood why she went along with half of the schemes that Jane thought up. The most recent one had to be one of the riskiest and ludicrous plans he had ever come up with. They, well Jane mostly, had figured out that the sheriff was involved. She had let him talk her into his ridiculous plan.
She knew he wanted Red John, knew what was going to happen when they got him. That's why she came early. She came so that she could stop Jane from doing something stupid, something she would have to arrest him for, something that he would probably die trying to do.
She threw her pen against the wall. She was such an idiot. Of course he would have rather died than let Red John go. And then she went and told him that she cared about him. Well, not her specifically, but people in general. Called him selfish and childish, tried to order him to stop. Like that would make a difference.
And then he shot the sheriff. He had shot him to protect her. She never thought he would do that. Protect her. Especially how angry he had been. Oh, he hid it well, but she knew. He was furious. The rage showed through in his crystal clear blue eyes. They were cold and hard as steel.
Why had he done it? He couldn't care about her. He didn't even care about himself. There was no way he cared about her. It must have been a reflex.
She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. This case had almost been too much for her. She opened her top desk drawer to pull out another pen. Jane had shot a man and all that meant was that she had to do more paperwork. And she had to explain to Minelli why Jane had access to a gun in the first place and how Sheriff Hardy had gotten out of his handcuffs and shot a deputy. She threw the pen across the room again, but didn't hear the satisfying whack of it hitting the wall. She looked up and stared.
"Jane?"