Okay, right now I recommend listening to 'Requiem for a dream'. ;) It fits perfectly into the following scene.
***Up the hill where Van Pelt stands***
Van Pelt just told Rigsby about their finding when this scene happened. She lost her voice and didn't talk when she saw her boss slapping their counselor.
'Van Pelt? Van Pelt?' Rigsby screamed when she had broken off her phrase in mid-sentence and couldn't believe what has just occurred.
She seemed to be as surprised as they were when suddenly small, little Lisbon stepped forward and clasped her arms around the blonde man. Van Pelt's mouth opened more and more when they saw those persons in distance, kissing each other, not slowly or quickly, but long, long time. It seemed as if time has stopped, not running forward and nothing was moving, everything, all nature, all trees and bushes were focused on the pair, kissing in the middle of the woods.
Van Pelt put her cell phone down in disbelief, those two persons, so different from each other, suddenly finding out, or having noticed for long time, but now able to show, that they were really determined to be with each other, to spend eternity, or at least the time that was left for them, with each other.
Van Pelt was so surprised about this moment, blink of an eye, that she didn't realize, or just ignored, the man who appeared five meters away from the pair, suddenly out of the shadow of a tree, a man, clothed in black, a man in black, with his long cowl, monks usually wore, but no, he was completely in black and Van Pelt couldn't see the mask he was wearing, the red, disgusting mask, which Jane already knew, which he had seen two years ago, no, but right now, it could have been Lisbon in turn to see the mask, her face was directly focused on it, but her eyes were closed, she was so focused on Jane, on their long kiss, on their kiss of eternity and the eternity which was about to end.
She couldn't see Red John pointing his gun directly at her, but Van Pelt saw and yelled out a warning, so loud as she was surprised about her own, so loud, voice, she screamed 'Watch out!' and hoped that the sound waves were fast enough, travelling with speed of light, unfortunately, they weren't as everything happening just in this moment just in this nature was listening to the laws of nature, the principle. And therefore, it was nearly too late when Lisbon and Jane both heard the warning, heard the warning voice of the red-headed girl, and Lisbon opened her eyes, Jane didn't as he knew that it would be over.
When he knew it was over, what should he be fighting for? What should he be dying for? It was the end, the end of Lisbon was the end of their relation was the end of his world, his world that has already ended once and was going to end now for the second time and two endings were too much for a person, for a person like Patrick Jane, so he loosened his arms, knowing that Lisbon would soon break down.
Lisbon, however, was opening her eyes, directly looking into the mask's face, the masked face of Red John, their worst enemy, the man who decided about life and death and who now decided about her life and death and who decided for death. She imagined the grin under his mask, he imagined the little smile when he pressed the button, she saw the bullet flying out of the pistol in slow motion.
She saw it coming nearer and nearer, she didn't hear a sound, she didn't hear anything anymore, it was silent, silent like on a grave yard, like on my grave, she thought and exactly a nanosecond later, she felt the bullet entering her head, she felt something warm, definitely blood flowing slowly out of the wound, dripping down from her front face, down onto Jane's jacket.
She felt herself being pulled backward, she felt flying backward down to earth, she felt the comfortable ground, so warm – or was it just her blood she was landing on? – and she finally arrived on the coppice, on the moss, on the twigs which didn't hurt as she was dying or dead, she didn't know if she already was or only close to, she hasn't even tried to grab Jane's rescuing arms, she just wanted to fall down, one knew when one's time was up and she knew that her time to go has just come. She smiled as knowing that it has been so obvious and she smiled knowing that whatever was going to happen, Jane won the fight against Red John, against pure evil and she saw Jane jumping around and running toward the masked man, she knew that she was already dead when she saw her big love throwing Red John to the ground, ripping of his mask, kicking his gun off.
She watched the fight, she watched Jane finally killing off Red John and she smiled, she smiled so much and suddenly she noticed that she was dead and that it was time to go. She closed her eyes noticing that they were already dead and she knew that Jane had fought for her, fought and won against the evil and that the final battle was ended and that she had been the sacrifice to give to end the war, but she knew that she was worth it, because of her, Jane has managed to finally kill his nemesis, his arch-enemy, his foe Red John.
***Two Years later***
'Jane? Jane, are you listening to me?' Van Pelt asked.
She sat next to Patrick, he was staring at the ceiling, his eyes were empty.
He hasn't spoken for two years now. He hasn't done anything for two years now. He was wearing the white uniform he had been wearing eight years ago, it felt like travelling back in time.
'Jane? Do you listen to me? It's over' Van Pelt said who also wore a white jacket.
She was his neighbor, now, in psychiatry, but she still knew to differentiate between reality and illusion, she still knew that she was not crazy.
'It was over nine years ago' he said in a high-pitchy voice, still not looking at her.
She stared into his light blue eyes, so beautiful, she imagined how beautiful it would have been, if Lisbon still lived.
'They have found her' she continued explaining what Rigsby had just told her.
'Good…gooood' he answered, still staring into the white corner.
'She is here, in psychiatry…she admitted being the one Red John has loved' Van Pelt said.
'Good' Jane answered simply, still looking up.
'She told me that the person you killed wasn't Red John…he has been ordered by Red John to kill Lisbon' Van Pelt said, knowing that today was the day when she could leave, finally leave the psychiatry, finally starting a new life, knowing what she had known all the time, that she wasn't crazy.
'She told me who Red John is' she continued telling Jane.
Suddenly, his view walked down the white wall, his head turned around and looked at Van Pelt.
'Who is it?' he asked her, wanting to know who had killed his wife, his child and who had given order to kill his love.
'You have no idea?' Van Pelt shook her head in disbelief, in grief.
He slowly shook his head, his eyes full of dolor and hurt, the eyes of a hurt man.
'It is you' Van Pelt finally said and stood up. She started to cry, tears were flowing out of her eyes, running down her cheek.
She couldn't believe what she has just said, she looked at the blonde man with his beautiful blue eyes, sitting on the white bed, in his white clothes in the white room.
It seemed as if he wasn't anymore, he wasn't in this world, in this reality anymore and without turning back, she left the room and she left the psychiatry, arm in arm with Rigsby, knowing, that she wasn't crazy at all and that everything would turn out to be good.
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