Here! A nice longish chapter – I am SO SORRY it has taken me so long to update – PLEASE read and review!

Grace dunked her teabag in her mug one last time before taking it out and putting it in the CBI kitchen bin. When she turned back to her tea, Rigsby was standing there, looking a bit confused.

"Wayne?" Grace said, concerned, "You alright?"

Rigsby realised he's been staring at the redhead for some time before looking down at her tea and then back up at her.

"Uh – yeah um sorry – sure yup. Perfectly okay." He gave her his best attempt at a smile.

"Wayne – it's Jane isn't it."

"Well, sort of.. it's just – back there in the bull pen… when we brought up death penalty, I thought you'd be for the idea of no death penalty is all."

"Oh I am, it's just didn't Lisbon tell you?" Grace began leading Rigsby back to the bullpen, "Jane is going to kill Red John, he wants him dead, but if Red John was to be…"

Neither had noticed that Cho was in the room, but they both did when he spoke up.

"If Red John's arrested in Australia he'll go to jail for 25 years and then he'll be back out again, or more likely – he'll escape."

Grace took a sip of her tea and looked up at Rigsby.

"So Jane plans to kill him." Rigsby asked – his voice lowered.

The three colleagues exchanged glances – all knowing what was going to happen.

***Mentalgal***

Lisbon sat at her desk, and peered out to Jane's empty couch. He had her email open, and had checked her phone at least 5 times in the past minute. This was crazy. She refreshed her email. No new mail. She checked her phone. Still no texts. She looked back out at the couch, still no Jane. And of course there couldn't be. It hadn't been long enough to- that's it. Lisbon was going down under, and she was taking her team with her.

***Mentalgal***

Vanpelt was at her computer, Cho and Rigsby looking over each of her shoulders. They were looking up flight times and ticket prices to fly down to Perth. Not that they planned to go – just… If they were going to go.. then they'd leave the CBI in half an hour to catch an Emirates flight stopping at Singapore and then straight to Perth. Just.. if.

***Mentalgal***

Lisbon was on the phone to Bertram, and was finding it extremely difficult not to yell down the line.

"But sir, Jane has gone and he's a danger to others by himself down there.."

"Agent Lisbon – Patrick Jane is a fully grown man and although you are his supervisor he is there as a civilian, not as your colleague, and thus I cannot allow you to travel there after him."

"Sir – please if I could just get a week. Just a week for me and the team to try to convince him to come back. Please sir."

"A week?"

"Yes sir. Please sir a week."

"If you and your agents leave this afternoon, and you are back before midday next Thursday, then I will allow you to travel to Australia. But only one week agent, and I want a full progress report every evening you are there."

"Yes sir. Thankyou sir, I owe you one sir."

Lisbon hung up and almost smiled with excitement. Australia was small, it would be easy for them to find Jane.

**Mentalgal***

Lisbon stormed out of her office with her bag and jacket.

"You three, hows about a trip to Australia?"

Grace, Rigsby and even Cho beamed at the suggestion – "Boss, we have 20 mins before the next flight – it costs-"

"Bertram's covering the costs." Lisbon said, as she hurried to the elevator.

***Mentalgal***

Jane sipped from his tea. He had been at the airport café for approximately five hours, listening, watching, observing. He checked his phone. Nothing. He hadn't received a text since Lisbon's one he got straight after he left.

***Mentalgal***

Australia was not small. And it was a lot further away than any one of the team assumed. It had taken 25 hours altogether and the team just wanted to go to sleep. Bertram had booked them accommodation in the dodgiest hotel possible, but Lisbon didn't go to the hotel, she sent the others there, telling them she had had a good enough sleep on the plane.

***Mentalgal***

Jane was out of change for tea and the café was closing.

"Sorry sir but we're closed on Saturdays." Somehow Jane felt more at home talking to this waiter. Ah. The accent. He was American.

Jane looked at the big clock on the café wall. Midnight. He'd have to go get some sleep, insomniac as he was, he still needed rest. He did one last skim of the crowd and found what he wanted.

A petit – slightly lost looking, fringed brunette, looking into every shop window.

A wide and grateful smile grew across Jane's face.

"Lisbon!" She didn't hear him. "Lis-" cold metal to the back of his neck stopped his words.

"One more word mister Jane and Ill shoot you right through the jugular."

The waiter's voice should have been a giveaway. He was working for Red John.

So! Sorry about the wait! I just have had such writers block and so much work to do recently! Pkease review if you're still out there!