She opened the doors to Red John.
She opened the doors to him.
She opened the doors to her own probable death.
She opened the doors to the future.
She opened the doors to hell.
She opened the doors to Red John.
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He was just sitting there.
Just like that.
As if her presence meant nothing to him. As if the blood on his hands would wash away when he rinsed them. As if he was not a monster.
As if he was normal.
As is he would see her coming.
XXX
He didn't suspect a thing.
He didn't see her coming.
He didn't know that she had made herself at home.
He didn't know that she had learnt all of his tricks.
He didn't know that she could hurt him from inside.
He didn't know that she had made herself a promise.
He didn't know that he would never see her cry.
He would never know what hit him.
XXX
The guards were on her in a second, their weapons drawn with lightning speed.
But she was faster.
Her gun, the officer's gun that she had stolen was pointed towards Red John's forehead in a second.
But he laughed.
The bastard, he laughed.
The bastard was going to hell.
XXXThey were in a circle around the room. They were holding their weapons in a dead straight line to her forehead.
But if she ducked.
If she ducked they would die.
If she ducked it would be her and Red John left in this game.
If she ducked, she would have a chance.
XXX
"Your friend has done it now." The four guards walked into the room they were being held captive in.
This was it.
This was the end for the four of them.
Their hands held tightly, they stood together in their last moments.
Supporting each other.
Rigsby supported Van Pelt, Jane supported Rigsby and Cho supported Jane.
They stood tall, the four of them.
They stood tall in their last moments.
They stood tall as a gun was placed at each of their foreheads.
They all stood tall as they thought the same thought.
They all stood tall as they hoped the same hope.
They all stood tall as they hoped that Lisbon would make it out.
They aall stood tall as they hoped Lisbon would aake it out for them.
They all stood tall as they hoped Lisbon would make it out for her.
XXX
"Your team is dead." Red John spoke with clarity and precision.
And then he smirked.
She could see it behind that mask, as the two sides below his eyes were lifted and his eyes got smaller. She could see the smirk. She could see the laughter.
She could see the monster.
And she had learnt a long time ago not to believe monsters.
Her hand was on the trigger now.
She had no regard for herself.
She had no regard for herself because she knew that if she didn't die her friends would.
She had no regard for herself because she knew that if Red John didn't die, her friends would.
She had no regard for herself as she began applying pressure on the trigger.
She had no regard for herself as she heard his laughter echoing in her head.
She had no regard for herself as she heard the bullet leaving her gun.
She had no regard for herself when she dropped the gun, as Red John's dead body hung with no dignity, no love, no life.
She had no regard for herself when she heard a large bang, that could only have been made by several bullets being fired at the same time.
But then she felt it.
No she didn't.
She didn't feel anything.
The bullets didn't hit her. The bullets weren't even fired from this room.
The bullets weren't even fired from this room…
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A/N- So this can either be a really happy, or a really sad ending, so please review and tell me what you would prefer! I know it took me longer to write than I expected, and I could bore you with excuses, or I could just apologise here and now.. So.. Sorry! Please review!