A/N: Sorry it took so long to update…I ummed and ahhed and rewrote a few times…

I didn't actually realise how much it sounded like it was related to Bosco's secret until you all told me! And you're right - I have made it so.

This penultimate chapter is tiny, but I am writing the last chapter RIGHT NOW and it will follow imminently!Thank you everyone who has so far reviewed, you're all incredible - don't stop now!

Disclaimer: Nothing, whatsoever.

The case that the team had recently closed, sealed and stored away in some depressing room of records, involved a family that had torn itself apart. The fact that made it so deeply tragic, was the knowledge that it was not entirely the fault of one evil soul that could easily be sought out and then punished to the full extent of the law. No, it had been a combination of unfortunate events and poor reactions and judgements. Each and every member of that family was innocent, and guilty.

Jane knew that this was the logic that tortured Lisbon, and made it so difficult to handle cases like this last one. It reminded her so of her own childhood. Despite the hate she felt for her father, she never could bring herself to blame him for what he did to his children, because she determined that it was a result of his grief at an unfortunate event and nothing more. If anyone, she blamed herself for not healing and holding her family together when her father was unable to do so, and could not fathom the ridiculousness of this guilt she thrust upon herself.

Millar knew this. Millar had been entrusted with her deepest, darkest secrets and emotions - and he was using them against her for some reason. He had also been there the day that agent Bosco jeopardized all of their careers. There was something he wanted from Lisbon, and she needed his silence.

Jane felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew all of these pieces to the puzzle, but just couldn't fit them together without knowing the vital information that he knew Lisbon would never grant him. And all the while, he ached with a mess of unidentifiable emotions of his own.

That was of course, until the evening he fell asleep on his CBI couch, and awoke to agent Millar pressing his gun to Jane's sleepy forehead.