This is the last chapter! I hope y'all liked it as much as I did. This is one of my favorite pairing and I thank the person that asked me to write it! Until the next story!

Warnings: Violence, Jane as Red John, Angela Jane bashing (I don't know why I wrote it like this, but I did).

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A hiss of pain escaped Kimball's lips as he lowered himself onto his couch. He had finally be released from the hospital after almost two months. Saying he was happy to be out of the place was an understatement.

He still wasn't allowed to come to work, but he no longer felt as if he was an invalid. No more nurses or family members visiting whenever they pleased. The weight that had been on his shoulders since he woke up was gone. And he had Patrick Jane to thank for that.

Brown eyes darted over to the kitchen where he knew the man was making them a cup of tea. The man had been nice enough to lie and say that he would be there to take care of the agent for a few weeks until his next doctors appointment. At least he had thought it was a lie.

It was always hard to tell what the older man was thinking. There had been a change in him recently though. Almost as if he had found a peace that he had been lacking. It was curious to think about needless to say.

Before Kimball could think on in any further Patrick walked into the living room and handed him a cup of tea. With a tired smile he took a sip a hum falling from his lips when he tasted the honey in it.

It shouldn't surprise him that the older man knew him well enough by now to know his favorite way to drink tea. A small secret indulgence that his Grandmother had gotten him into when he was a child. He never told anyone though. That was something for just the two of them.

Relaxing into the couch he let the small cup warm his hands. It wasn't often that Patrick truly spent time at his home, but when he did it was always peaceful. That was a feeling that the older man gave him no matter what.

A gentle hand reached out to run across his jaw causing him to look up. Above him Patrick stood there those blue eyes staring into his soul searching for something. It had been awhile since he saw that look in his eyes.

Reaching up he linked their fingers together before bringing them close so he could press a gentle kiss to his lovers palm. A gentle smile came to Patrick's lips as he bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"You look better than you did in that place," Patrick whispered his eyes darting over his face.

"So do you," Kimball replied calmly.

"I wasn't the one injured."

The younger man didn't reply as he reached up to run a hand though the beautiful blond hair. With a slight tug he pulled the man down enough that the next kiss landed on his lips before he let go of him fully.

The curiosity seemed to grow as the man sat next to him on the couch. Their linked hands laid between them Patrick's thumb running over his knuckles. It was so calm that Kimball felt himself starting to fall asleep.

"You confuse me sometimes," Patrick finally spoke causing sleepy brown eyes to look up at him.

"I imagine that's new for you," Kimball stated with a teasing smirk.

"Very much so. People are easy to figure out."

"Are you saying I'm not a person?"

A chuckle left the man's lips at that. Leaning his head against the couch Kimball let himself simply watch the other man as he mimicked the agent's movements. He really did look better than he had in the hospital.

"You're more of a person than anyone I know," Patrick answered after a pregnant pause, "I never know what to think of you."

"Is that why you're here?" Kimball asked slowly a part of him dreading the answer.

"It was at first. I won't lie about that. But now? I can't think of a place I'd rather be and that confuses me."

Kimball nodded his head letting the man's words sink in. He couldn't say he was surprised by everything that the man was saying. He wouldn't be Patrick Jane if he didn't try to find hidden meanings in things.

With a low groan the agent got onto his feet unsteadily. Instantly his lover was on his feet making sure that he wasn't going to fall over. It was something that would normally annoy him, but when Patrick did it he couldn't help but smile.

His movements were slow as he made his way through his house and into his bedroom. Taking off the T-shirt and sweatpants that he had been lounging in he started to climb under the blankets of his bed only to look up at a frozen Patrick.

"Lay with me," Kimball offered motioning towards the other side of the bed.

For a moment it looked like the man wasn't going to join him then he reached up and started to undo his tie. Watching his lover undress Kimball couldn't help but lick his lips as the beautiful sight and wish he was cleared for sex.

Soon Patrick was laying stiffly next to him on the bed. Moving slowly so not to hurt himself Kimball moved closer to the man so he was pressed against him. That was enough to cause his lover to relax enough to look over at him.

"I don't understand you," Patrick muttered his hand coming up to run over his chest, "I hate that I don't understand you."

"I don't understand you either," Kimball responded with a small shrug.

"That doesn't bother you?"

"It did in the beginning."

"But not anymore?"

Sighing Kimball looked over at Patrick staring into his eyes. There were so many questions that both of them wanted to ask but dreaded the answers to. Neither of them were ready to have that conversation just yet.

"Do you feel better?" Kimball questioned ignoring the older man.

"What?" Patrick asked confused.

"Now that he's dead. Do you feel better?"

Patrick sat up in the bed staring down at him with wide eyes. He looked so lost and confused in that moment. It wasn't a good look on the man. He was Patrick Jane. Lost and confused was not words to describe him.

"You-You know?" Patrick breathed out sounding out of breath.

"I know everything I need to," Kimball replied staring up at the man.

The older man stared down at him for a moment before he started to laugh. He looked so happy as he bent down and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Pulling back a moment later he pulled the agent close to him peppering kisses anywhere he could reach.

"I love you, Kimball," Patrick stated vehemently, "I love you."

"I love you too, Patrick," Kimball replied his eyes slipping shut letting the man's warmth surround him, "I love you too."