Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long to update, but wow life is crazy! School, marching band, acting, school, homework, other life stuff, all of it gets in the way of sitting down and writing peacefully. But I finally did. It's time for bed for me, so I'm gonna stop now so I can sleep :P lol

Disclaimer- don't post those "like this and I'll post *blah blah blah* on ur wall" things on fb, too many people like them :P

Jane stepped out of his rental car and into the driveway of a small colonial house. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A tall, deep voiced, dark haired man answered it and smiled at the sight of the shorter blonde man.

"Mr. Jane!" he smiled, "Come on in!"

"Hey Doug," Jane stepped into the house. "Any mail come for me?"

This took a moment to register in the tall mans head, but as soon as it clicked he ran into the kitchen, coming back with a letter. "Here ya go! Only one for the week."

"Thanks Doug, I'm gonna get going but I'll see ya later."

"Alright, you take care, Mr Jane." Doug led him to the door and watched as Jane got back into his car before waving a quick goodbye.

Jane pulled out of Doug's street, heading for the nearest diner. Once inside, he sat at a quiet booth in the corner and took the envelope out from his jacket pocket.

"Doug Clarkin." was the name on the front. It had been Jane's idea to not send mail directly back and forth, as Red John would easily find him like that. Instead they contacted a local cop and explained the situation. Officer Clarkin had anxiously agreed, thrilled to help out. Jane then looked at the senders name: Joan Jett. Every piece of mail had a different name on it and Jane enjoyed seeing what name Lisbon cooked up each time.

He slid his finger under the sealed flap and carefully pulled it up, slipping the letter out and reading the contents carefully and slowly. He knew Lisbon had had doubts about them picking up where they left off. But, Jane knew it would happen. Not even distance nor time could end the beautiful thing they had started together, and he knew it. If only he could convince her.

oOo

Lisbon drove in silence as the rest of her team slept. Cho was beside her in the passengers seat, snoring so loudly she was surprised the others hadn't awoken. Van Pelt and Rigsby were in the back, Van Pelts head resting on his shoulder, and his head on her head. Lisbon just looked forward, trying to shake away the exhaustion that threatened it's presence. She let her mind wander, thinking of what might show up on the lead to what she would have for dinner when she got home, if she would even eat dinner.

Soon they pulled up to a dark, abandoned looking house at the end of a dead end street. Lisbon parked two houses away and woke her agents up quietly. She whispered orders to each of them as they all got out and went to the trunk where they each grabbed their bullet proof vests, just in case. The lead wasn't said to be dangerous, they were just going to check out a person who had word on their victim, but he was also a drug dealer. Lisbon had found out too many times that you never know what will happen at a drug house. Lisbon lead her team to the house, and she checked that each of her agents were ready before she knocked on the door.

"Mr. Morsen, open up. Agent Lisbon, CBI." she pounded on the door, waiting a few seconds in between each time. When there was no answer, Lisbon took the prepared warrant out from her jean pocket. "We have a warrant, open up or we'll do it for you." she shouted. It was only seconds later that they heard a noise come from the back of the house. Rigsby was the first to dart off towards the back, Van Pelt going after him and Lisbon and Cho heading the other way, hoping to catch him as he tried to dodge the other two agents.

Lisbon got to the back of the house just in time to see Morsen jump the back fence and Rigsby take off after him. The two other agents left took off in different directions, Lisbon running through the house quickly looking for anything she could find as evidence. Her first stop was the kitchen, doing a quick once-over before heading to the living room, where she found an envelope filled with money on the coffee table. The victim's name was written across the front of it, along with "Karl Dutkowskiz" on the top left corner. Lisbon shoved it into her pants pocket before racing out the door. She ran down the street and towards the sound of Rigsby and Cho yelling to each other.

"He's heading back up the road!" Rigsby yelled. Lisbon stood there as she waited for Morsen to turn the corner, slipping her gun out from her holster. Soon she saw him turn the corner at full speed, looking back to make sure none of the agents were following him. She remembered back to the time she had clobbered a suspect in the middle of the road while Jane stood and watched. She thought of how dumbfounded he had looked. She remembered...

BANG

Not watching Morsen, and Morsen not looking forward, he rammed right into Lisbon, knocking her to the ground as he fell on top of her. She could hear the thumping of feet coming towards them past the pounding in her head, as her head had broken her fall. Morsen began to try to stand, but she gripped his wrist and flung him onto the ground beside her. Not feeling as if she were able to life her head, she growled firmly. "Stay. Right. There." and not moments after she finished her sentence, she saw large, blurry blobs run towards them, two going to Morsen, lifting him off the ground and hand cuffing him behind his back, and the blob that was topped with a darker shade of red made her way towards Lisbon, kneeling beside her.

"Boss, you okay?" she recognized Van Pelt's voice.

"Ya," Lisbon managed to say, "just, uh, give me a second."

Cho lead Morsen to the van and Rigsby walked to his boss.

"Boss, how did you not see him coming?" Rigsby sounded baffled, "He was right in front of you!"

"Agent Rigsby, do I look like I need that right now?" her two minors laughed, although still concerned. "The only thing that could have made this worse is if Jane had been here." she even chuckled, herself, at that one, as she grabbed both the agents hands as they slowly helped her sit up.

"Are you sure you're okay? If you're hurt, you shouldn't walk. I can call an ambulance." Van Pelt had her phone out in seconds, only to have Lisbon shush her.

"I'm fine, I promise you. Just, help me up." Rigsby put an arm around his boss and helped her to her feet. The world began spinning around her, but she took a deep breath and continued to walk, with the assistance of both Rigsby and Van Pelt, to the car. Halfway there, however, Lisbon stopped. Van Pelt looked at her boss. Lisbon closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

"Lisbon?" Van Pelt tightened her grip on her boss's arm.

"Van Pelt, I'm fi-" before Lisbon could finish her sentence, she passed out, luckily being caught by the two younger agents.

Don't worry, this won't lead to drama, just some humor for later on :) R, R, & E! Lemme kno if u guys r actually enjoying the story, or if I should just stop now :P LOL

Well, take care everyone!

Devon xoxoxo