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Warnings: Violence, Sex, Jane as Red John, Angela Jane bashing (I don't know why I wrote it like this, but I did).
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Staring up at the ceiling Patrick watched the shadows get briefly chased away by the car lights. It was something that he had been doing since he was a child. A little nightly ritual that stuck with him to this day.
His father had thought it stupid to be afraid of the dark and had told him so any time he caught him awake at night. The truth was that he wasn't afraid though. He knew that there was nothing to fear in the darkness.
He thought it was fascinating that no matter how many cars drove by the darkness always came back. It was strange of him to find that so comforting, but with how much he moved around as a child it was nice to know some things never changed.
Sighing he looked away from the ceiling and towards the sleeping man. He knew that Kimball had no idea that he had been sneaking into the hospital room after hours since he was shot. Hell, he thought that yesterday was the first day that he had visited him.
That surprisingly hurt. Somehow the younger man had wormed his way into Patrick's heart. He had tried to deny that he felt something for the man at first, but with all the lies he had to deal with on a daily basis he did his best to be honest with himself.
There was something about Kimball though that made him like no one else. It was as if he was everything that the faux-psychic had never known he wanted. That was a thought that kept him up at night more than a few times.
He had made himself into an untouchable being that was meant to be feared by people. Okay, so he had made Red John into that. That was who he was though. Even if no one actually knew that it was him behind it all.
In the end them knowing nothing just made it all the sweeter. He was quite literally working on his own case and no one had any idea. The man felt as if that was one of his greatest accomplishments in his career so far.
That should have made him happy. After everything that he had been through when he was growing up he had finally gotten out of that life. He had made something of himself and he was never going back.
He had spent years working his ass off to make sure he never had to go back to that. He finally had the life that he had been dreaming of since he was a child. There was nothing powerful enough to take that away from him now.
It should have made him happy. He had everything that he could have ever hoped for and he never had to have people following him around asking questions. He could have fame without the annoying people.
Then Kimball Cho walked into his life and threw his carefully laid plans into chaos with that amused stare he had. At first it was a simple attraction. It wasn't the first time that happened. He was still human.
It should have been easy after that. Despite the agent not finding him really amusing or charming he knew it wouldn't take much to change that opinion. That was the last thing Patrick wanted to do though.
He had long come to terms with the fact that he could easily get people to do and think what he wanted. It wasn't as if he didn't try to do that as often as he could. It was just so much fun to watch people who thought they were in control lose themselves without knowing it.
Kimball was different from anyone that he had met before. He didn't want to have to manipulate the man into wanting him. He just wanted him to want to want him. Even thinking that made his hurt.
He had made rules for himself to follow so he never did something as stupid as fall in love with someone. None of the rules that he had come up with ever seemed to apply to the younger man. He was special and he had no idea.
Patrick had warred with himself on whether or not to let the younger man into all of his life. He'd truly be the first person to know the faux-psychic. The man would know everything that he had become.
That sent a thrill up his spine every time he thought it. He knew that Kimball would be the perfect soldier for him. No one would ever be stupid enough to go after him with the man as his right hand man.
He'd be more than just a soldier too. Patrick knew that the man would make an excellent partner in every way. It would take a little time, but it wouldn't be long before he was just as feared as Red John was. It would be beautiful.
At the same time that was the last thing he wanted. It wasn't that he thought the man would reject him. He knew well enough by now that though he was working for the police he still had a bit of a gangbanger in him. That would never change.
He hid it well. At points in time Patrick was sure he had even convinced himself that he had changed. The older man saw past that though. He might not look for it anymore, but there was still darkness in him that was caged up. It wouldn't be difficult to unleash it.
Still, he didn't want to manipulate the man. If Kimball wanted to join his side than he would accept him with open arms, but he would never force him to choice what side he was on. It wasn't in him.
That was not something he ever thought he'd say. What was it about the younger man that had him sitting by his bedside at night without his knowledge? This was not the person that he wanted himself to be.
He couldn't stop though. Kimball meant too much to him. Fighting that attraction just hurt. Anyway he had never been the type of person not to let himself have what he wanted. He deserved that much.
The vibrating of his cell phone cut through his thoughts. For a moment he thought of ignoring it until he realized that it wasn't the phone he used when Lisbon called. No this was the phone he used when something happened the Red John needed to know.
Moving quietly he stood up and made his way out of the hospital room. If this was the call he thought it was then he had somewhere important that he had to be. A twisted smile came to his lips as he flipped the burner phone open and saw the address.
His men had finally found the son of a bitch that had hurt his lover. It took them long enough. He was starting to get antsy. Oh, he was going to have fun teaching the man exactly why you never touched something of his.