A/n Yay! Twin Chapters! This is my way of apologizing for not updating sooner as I promised. Yeah, I'm pretty lame at updating, sorry about that, but I am trying to be one chapter ahead so I wouldn't cram. As you may notice, I will use different POV's and voices for the next few chapters. Hope you won't mind that.

P.S. Everything I write in here has significance. So read hard! Who knows, they might give you clues to what would happen in the next few chapters – or possibly even the ending! *evil laughter*

Disclaimer: Yep, its mine. Really, it's mine... the story that is.

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Chapter 2. Happy Endings and Make-believes

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I wasn't there for you.

Sorry, I couldn't do it.

Sorry, I wasn't strong enough.

Sorry, I, I ... I love you.

I'm so sorry.

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The sun is shining brightly with all its might while the wind freely moves along the corners of the Earth, taking some of the bright leaves and spreading it to places afar. The trees are swaying in silent tune and the birds are singing their loveliest song. The sweet fragrance of nature hung in the air and it filled everyone's heart with contentment.

Yes, today is a good day to live.

As well as to die.

All of these people are here to enjoy and relax. To have a slice of the life they live. But they don't know a thing about life. They only think they do, but really, they don't. Not a single thing – not a single darn thing. Here they are spending their wasted time – basking under the sun, sitting with their friends, laughing with their family, but none of them know how to live.

That woman sitting peacefully away from the sun thinks that by doing good things, she's actually living her life, but I highly disagree. She is dead - buried deep down all her pains and what ifs. The man with boisterous laughter thinks that by taking on a happy facade, he could fool anyone. Sure, he could fool his friends and his lover and also himself, but not me. Certainly not I, for I could see that he, too, is dead, dead from the inside. He will forever remain as the useless one and he knows that. The neat man thinks that if he just stays neutral, he won't be able to make any more mistakes – well, he is downright wrong. Taking no sides at all is like going to purgatory – safe, convenient, but never satisfying.

I sighed as I realized that only a few people could see the world in black and white. Take for example that woman buying ice cream. Mocha is Mocha, Vanilla is Vanilla – she'll never cross the line. She wants to, but she won't and she thinks it will be her greatest downfall – that's what she thinks, I say her greatest downfall will be her heart.

A chuckle escaped from my lungs as I observe these people.

Yes, they really don't know a thing about life.

That is why I make it my mission to let everyone know how to live.

Today, I would show everyone what it means to be able to breathe and to be thankful that they still have another day to be in this world - to be able to feel joy, pain, sadness; to be able to hear laughter and cries; to be able to smell the flowers and to be able to see the faces of their loved ones.

Who knows, maybe it is his last chance.

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Van Pelt's POV

"Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday...

Happy birthday to you."

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Cheers and shouts of joy should have followed this song. I would be giving you, your gifts. Rigsby would be looking at the cake with longing. Cho would be wearing a birthday hat since he lost a bet with Rigsby – a very rare occasion. And Jane would be grinning like an idiot for he again placed an outlandish gift in your office, which you would probably have to give away again, since you couldn't and/or shouldn't accept a gift that jumps, gives lots of noise, sparkles like a million dollars, costs a million dollars (or something close to that) and even more, breathes.

But instead, all I hear is silence –

And the occasional beating of the heart monitor.

"Hey boss. Happy birthday."

I know I don't have to whisper, but as I look at you I felt like I would be breaking a spell. Not that I don't want to break the spell – God knows how much we want you to wake up now and act as if nothing happened, but it's just that, you look so peaceful. I believe that after many years of fighting for the good side, you are finally having the rest you really needed.

But don't you think it's time to go back?

"You know boss, you really have every right to be called Sleeping Beauty."

I smiled as I remembered the day I first heard the nurses around here call you that. It was the first day that your gauzes had been removed and you were transferred here in your private room. It was a nice day, and everyone's hopes are up, because the doctor said that you then have a good chance for full recovery. That had been two months ago. Now even if I don't want to admit it, our hopes are... they are... we are... Oh God!

As the realization of what I was thinking sank in, I can't help but grab your hands. In that way, I could still feel the warmth of your presence. I want to make myself believe that your touch would recharge me and my hopes, our hopes – his hopes.

"Boss, you know that Jane too has every right to be called Prince Charming! So, I'm begging you. Give this story a happy ending." I never really liked fairytales since my father is the smug-reality type, but this is one fairytale I would be willing to give everything into, just to see a happy ending.

Happy ending.

My jaw tightened as those two words kept repeating like a broken recorder in my mind.

Happy ending

Happy ending

Happy ending...

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3 months ago...

"Everyone deserves a happy ending"

My head turned as I looked with confusion at Jane.

Despite the scorching heat of the sun, he suddenly felt that it's a good time to take a walk and, in his own words, "breathe the air that keeps our heart beating". He bugged everyone especially Lisbon to spend our lunch time outside instead of the usual delivery and despite the initial resistance which lasted for 5 minutes – a record breaker, boss eventually gave in since he won't stop whining and jumping up and down like a kid. The rest of us really didn't give much of a fight regarding his request, no, I mean want, because Rigsby's stomach is already rumbling, words are starting to dance a samba in my head and Cho agrees with Jane that everyone needs a breather especially Lisbon.

"What did you say?" I asked him.

We are already on our way back to the headquarters when Jane suddenly felt the need to watch his reflection on a fountain and he reasoned to everyone that we still have thirty minutes to spare before Hightower checks on us, so, here we are spending our time in a park in front of CBI. Seeing that there is really no escaping this little adventure of Jane, Rigsby gravitated towards a food stall, Cho went to buy dessert along with Lisbon and, as I see nothing interesting, I took refuge under this tree while Jane continued to admire his reflection.

That was a few moments ago, now; he is looking at me while wearing his usual grin after sputtering a random thing.

"I said, everyone deserves a happy ending. Do you agree with that Grace?" He asked me while still wearing his grin.

No

"Yes" I said.

I never grew up believing that I am a fairy or a princess from a lost kingdom and never did those bedtime stories appealed to me and my life is a perfect example that happy endings rarely happen, but I want to make myself believe that the world we are living on, is a perfect world, where morality and humanity still stands out. Despite everything...

"You don't believe that." He said. Of course, this is Patrick Jane, what do I expect, he just has to point it out. "You only want to make yourself and everyone think that you believe that." He smiled devilishly at me. "You live in a world of make-believes Grace".

I looked with amazement at him. Here I am, spending my lunch break sitting under a tree and having a talk about make-believes, with a man who is so good at conjuring illusions that he could almost convince everyone that he is fine, but is so bad at making himself believe that there is still more in this world than revenge and that there is someone else – a certain someone who is currently deciding between rocky road and strawberry parfait - is worth living for more than Red John.

"I don't seeing anything wrong about make-believes." I pointed out as I looked at him straight in the eyes. "Sometimes make-believes shield everyone from all the pains of the real world. Make-believes provide shelter and security, even for a fleeting moment. And sometimes, with added luck, make-believes could come true." Working with Jane taught me that sometimes, he could be so absorbed with hidden truths that he fails to notice the obvious things, so I learned that in order to really get through him, I had to conceal all my intended meanings under heaps of misdirection and vacuity.

As I finished my rumblings, his grin dropped and his face smoothed to a blank, unreadable expression. "Yes, you are right, make-believes have their own benefits." He turned his gaze from me and let out a sigh.

"They could make you think that you could have everything." I followed his gaze and my heart dropped for him.

"But at the end of the day, they are still make-believes." He said in a low voice and like him, my gaze remained glued to the scene that unfolded in front of us.

"No matter how much you want them to come true." It came out as a whisper, and I almost failed to catch it, but even as I felt him leave and no matter how much I want to answer back at him, my gaze still remained fixed on Lisbon who is walking towards us, smiling as she looked at the flower given to her by a little girl.

I watched as Jane easily slipped back to his playful persona as he made his way to Lisbon. I smiled as I watch him try his luck on grabbing her cone out of her hands. I laughed as he changed his tactics and instead try his fate in taking a bite out of her sugar-sprinkled strawberry garnish.

Maybe Jane doesn't really believe in make-believes, but can't he see? He is living amidst one.

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A/n Anyone could guess where I got the inspiration for the first part of this chapter? That movie was so creeeeeepy! As well as the antagonist of that story!

Third one up too!

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