Disclaimer: Mentioned in part I

"CBI," Cho said as a way of introduction. He was in charge, until Lisbon showed up, that is if she answered her phone to know they had a case. He introduced Rigsby and Van Pelt as they walked with the detective.

"I'm Detective Barnes," The man said quickly before opening the case file. "The victim is Shane Cooperman. He's 24 years old, owns two small, but very successful businesses—a gym and a restaurant—and recently engaged. We don't suspect the fiancée, but we're still going to question her."

"It is said that you all believe it is the work of Red John," Cho clarified as he took notes, so he could be very precise for Lisbon.

"Yeah, but we aren't 100% sure," Detective Barnes sighed. "It really looks like the work of Red John, but I've heard you all have dealt with copycat cases, so we'll let the CBI determine that."

"Alright, and what is the vic's fiancée's name?"

"She wouldn't say," He rubbed a hand through his thinning hair. "She is catatonic. She won't speak or look at anyone. After we pulled her fiancée out of her arms, she huddled up into a ball and began rocking."

"Was she the one who found him," Grace quipped as she walked alongside the Detective Barnes.

"Yeah, I suppose. There isn't any evidence of anyone else finding him. We assume she came home and went upstairs, and then found him, you know, dead. The neighbors called the police because they heard screaming."

As they were making their way upstairs, Jane rushed through the front door and to the stairs.

"Are we sure this is Red John," He asked frantically as he caught his breath.

"They aren't sure, Jane," Rigsby said as he tried to read the consultant. "They think it is, but they also said it could be a copycat. It is rare for Red John to kill males and we don't see how Shane Cooperman is connected to Red John."

"Well, let's go find out," He looked at the agents incredulously as he made his way to the room where officers and paramedics were surrounded.

"I don't feel comfortable with Jane being here and Lisbon not," Rigsby whispered to his colleagues as they followed Jane.

"What can we do," Cho, the second in command, rationalized. "We have a case and Lisbon isn't answering."

"Well, where ever she is, she needs to get…" Van Pelt stopped mid-sentence when she saw Red John's signature mark on the wall and her boss sitting below it in a bloodstained outfit.

"Lisbon," Cho began carefully. "You need to talk to us."

He took her hands in his and squeezed tightly. It was something that he usually never ever did, but her fiancée was just killed. Tears still streamed down her face as she tried to calm herself down.

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with him," She whispered as her lips trembled.

"Lisbon," Jane began, but stopped when she stared at him.

"He never called me Teresa, he called me Full or Fully," She wore as a small smile as she explained, but her gaze seemed to not be fixed at any certain point. "At first, it was short for beautiful, then he said he was always filled with thoughts of me and my beauty and purity, and it was a mixture of several other things. I remember the first time he called me that:

"You need to be more careful, Coop," Lisbon warned as she put peroxide on a cotton ball and wiped his gash. Shane hissed out of pain.

"I don't know, I think I like being taken care of by you," He teased as she finished cleaning his gash.

She rolled her eyes at him, and then put the band-aid on, so nothing could infect his open wound.

"I do, Fully, I like when you take care of me and I like taking care of you," He said as he kissed Lisbon on her nose.

"Fully?"

"Yeah, it's short for beautiful, which you are. The LY-fully- part is for entirely. You are entirely beautiful—every part of you. There isn't one part of you that I don't love," Shane then kissed her lips.

Lisbon slowly rubbed her thumbs along his lips as she spoke quietly and questioningly, "You love me?"

"Yeah," He said as he shook his head up and down. "I've been in love with you for a long time."

Fully kissed him because her mouth could say things words couldn't. Coop responded in like and very exuberantly at that. The intensity of their kiss deepened as they poured their love into one another.

She didn't know what was up with herself lately. There wasn't one moment she could recall where she was completely and utterly happy; most of the time she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Frequently, she asked herself, 'When is the shit going to hit the fan?' Because nothing ever went right when she was happy. Because of her childhood trauma she never sought actual healthy relationships.

It was why she pursued her feelings for a married man, and then let herself get pregnant by him only to abort the fetus when she came to her senses. It was why she tried to take the full blame for something they were equally guilty for. It was why she was drawn for Jane and eventually fell in love with him.

But, to be with someone she could actually love without extra baggage. It felt great to be with someone who didn't have a wife or kids or someone who wasn't chasing a serial killer because they killed his wife and child. It was refreshing to have a man all to herself for once and to have all of his love.

The feeling overwhelmed her. She loved him too, but had been to scare to admit it. As crazy as it sounded, there was actually safety with a married man. Despite how many times he tells that you he loves you, you still had the upper hand. You can either accept or deny that love and he can't say a thing. What right does he have? But, in a monogamous relationship, it is a whole other ballgame: the L word can be on the table and not acknowledged for a while and, even if it were, there were several other technicalities and or nuisances in the way that you were afraid to truly tell your real feelings.

But, not here and not now.

Lisbon tugged on Coop's shorts and undid them as she kissed her boyfriend or, lover, as he liked to say.

"Fully," Lisbon kissed Coop again and when they broke away he looked at the bathroom door. She understood his look. His family was outside. Lisbon was invited to spend the weekend with the Cooperman family and here they were about to make love in the bathroom.

"We can be quiet," She whispered as she looked at the door herself before turning her attention back at him.

Coop grabbed Lisbon by the waist and hastily undid her shorts and abruptly pulled them down along with her panties. He then pulled her up by her hips, so she could wrap her legs around his waist. No, it wasn't enough. Coop grabbed Lisbon's legs and pushed her knees up to her shoulders before entering her.

She gasped.

Much better.

He thrusted into her rhythmically as she chanted—or stuttered "I love you" over and over.

Shortly afterwards, they settled on the toilet as Lisbon rocked her hips to ride the rest of her orgasm out. She grabbed him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Please don't ever leave me."

Of course, Lisbon stopped at his explanation of Fully, but she couldn't help but to remember the rest. She told them what they needed to hear, so she didn't have to be there longer than necessary.

"One last question," Cho said as he flipped his notebook. "His mother said he told he had something very important to tell her, do you know what that could be?"

"It's not what you think. Coop didn't come across Red John at all and if he did, he would have come to me. Even if he did know Red John, he wouldn't have known who Red John was." Lisbon struggled to hold it together. "He was going to tell his mother that she was going to be a grandmother…I'm pregnant."

Lisbon asked for some time a few months back—six months backs to be exact—and the team hadn't seen her since. She asked them to respect her privacy and to not try to contact or visit her. She understood their concern, but she wanted to deal with everything on her own.

They did visit her once, but that was before she asked them not to. Her sister-in-law, Regina, had answered the door and led them to her bedroom. When they opened the door, the room was pitch black. Regina then opened the shades and light enveloped the room instantly. Lisbon's brothers sat in chairs around her bed while Lisbon shielded herself under the covers from the light.

The most disturbing part of the whole ordeal was that Red John's signature was still on the wall. The smiley face looked more haunting than ever, more so than Jane's.

Their attention was piqued when they saw Hightower's door open and Lisbon walked out. She still looked distraught, but better than her previous state.

"Lisbon," Jane said as he stared at her. "You resigned, didn't you?"

It wasn't incredible that he guessed that she quit. Honestly, there wasn't any surprise in his voice.

"Yeah," She said quietly as she looked to the ground. "I know there is a lot of good that I can do, but I can't continue to do this job if it takes away from my happiness. My job was all I had for a long time and I don't want it to be the only thing I have to my name when I die. I've lost my fiancée, the only man I truly ever loved, and in a couple months, I'll be a mother. I won't let Red John consume as he has you, Jane. I've seen what he can do to a man and I don't know which is worse: him taking a man's family or him taking away a man's sanity."

Jane crossed his arms and looked down to the ground before staring back at Lisbon. "It doesn't sound like the Lisbon I know—that I knew."

"Well, the Lisbon you knew was a workaholic who cut herself off from friends and family and didn't have any meaningful relationships. She was unhappy and the only thing going for her was her job," Lisbon spat.

"Oh, so you are quitting your job for creature comforts? So, you want a nice shabby life with the picket fence," Jane threw back at her. "Well, you can have that life, but Red John already took your husband or should I say fiancée because you didn't quite reach the alter."

Lisbon gasped out of disbelief. Tears quickly formed at the corners of her eyes and began to roll down her face, slowly.

"Jane!" Cho exclaimed.

"No, Cho, "Lisbon said quickly. "Don't even start with me, Jane. The reason you are with the CBI is because Red John took away your picket fence. You would rather continue to ruin your life than rebuild it. Have you ever considered that it is your fault that they are dead in the first place! This is what happens when you play with fire, Jane; you get burned! The only way to avenge their deaths is to live your life—all you are doing is playing his game and I refuse to." She breathed deeply before continuing, "What's wrong with me wanting to be happy and live my life—you are living yours. Most of my life has always been taking care of someone because I have to and tending to others except myself. Now I want time for me and I deserve it."

Lisbon walked away and didn't look back.