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Nine
She was leaving.
Before him stood Teresa Lisbon, fingering the bag over her shoulder and changing her stance nervously. She was going home to Chicago, to see her brother for her own safety. 'Her own Safety' really wasn't the right way to word it. Moreover 'their' own safety. It wasn't just her anymore; it was never going to be again.
And Patrick Jane would do anything to protect the things he loved most.
He watched her slip her hand from the strap of her bag and be placed over the swell of her belly. She looked down before looking up and meeting his gaze. If he were to look in a mirror, he'd see despair and great anger. He wanted this all to be over so he could move on.
He wanted Red John dead, and then everything would improve greatly.
He watched her pass through slowly, warily, not knowing to what was going to happen to her next once she got to Chicago. He wanted to go with her, needed to go with her, but that was what Red John wanted. Him going with her would be a sign of not trusting what he thought, prompting Red John to attempt to kill her near him making him feel as if he has no purpose. That was all he wanted.
Patrick stood there for what seemed to be days as each second ticked by, that he was stuck in a slow time as everyone quickly moved around him with their boarding passes in hand. He looked down at his hand, which was fisted. Had been since she'd given him her necklace. Her eyes had been full of hope, that she'd be fine. She gave him a slight nod and squeezed his hand before she placed it over the swell of her belly. He automatically leaned down and pressed a loving kiss just over her belly button, telling their child he loved them. Patrick then stood up straighter and saw something he wouldn't expect from Lisbon. She had a loving look in her eyes with tears around the edge making her eyes glitter under the airport lighting.
She saw the love as well in him.
He unconsciously moved closer, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek, letting it linger, then telling her to be safe. She told him she would, that she would make sure that her brother would keep her safe at all time by never leaving his side. He kept his hand on her belly for a few seconds longer.
When she had walked away, he had looked down at the silver cross that was now lying in his palm. He closed his hand and watched as she moved through the crowds of people, being careful to not run in to anyone.
He did not want to lie to himself, he was not sure if he would see her again, he was now going on a possibly death-promising mission to take down Red John.
He'd do whatever it took.
…
Matthew was there waiting for her at the baggage claim, just as he said he would. He was happy to see his sister, but also shocked about her being pregnant. He had already heard it from Jane, but seeing it still made him a loss for words. He overcame that shock and embraced her tightly.
He had taken her bag off the carousel refusing to let her carry it, just as Jane had done earlier that day, he led her to his vehicle, a blue BMW that sat in the sun, it was obviously new.
The drive was not all that long, but it was silent, except for the occasional questions about each other's lives. They got talking about Jane, she wanted to avoid it, he already had spoken to the man, and she wanted to know why he still wanted to talk about him.
The next thing she knew she was in front of a large house. A beautiful one if anyone would like a better description, "Mary redid the kitchen since the last time you were here," his wife was probably one of the nicest people in the world that she knew. Mary did not curse nor did she say anything or think bad about another person.
Teresa pushed open the door, inhaling the letting it back out through her mouth as her brother took her bag out of the back of his car. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and followed him as he started towards the house.
"How are the kids?" she randomly asks.
He took the keys and unlocked the door before pushing it open, "Maddie's at a friend's birthday party," Maddie was seven, "and Ray's probably with Mary at the grocery store," he paused, "Mary told me she'd be out later," Teresa nodded as she stepped into the house.
Everything else was just as it was before.
…
Patrick lay on his couch in by the window of the CBI's bullpen. He hand both of his hands behind his head, using them as a pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He was watching as the sun went down, how it graced the ceiling as it did.
He took note of the reddish colour that currently flickered over the ceiling, a vibrant red that reminded him of only one thing: blood. The remembrance of that much blood that one night. No one could ever think they would ever see that much blood in one lifetime, sadly he did. The blood of his wife and child. At that time he thought that his future was to be ruined, now he was certain he was not going to let that happen, even if it cost him his life. He was certain that he would be the one to take Red John down and bring closure to many families.
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