A/N: I fixed this chapter because I've made a lot of mistakes in the last one. The format keeps messing up with me .
Anyways,thanks for all those nice reviews and for pointing those mistakes out! And for all those who added this fic to their favorites,it means the world to me.

Kuddos to my beta!

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She understood.

Or at least I think she did. We never actually talked about it. I never said anything and she never asked. She knew Red John was a hard subject for me to even mention; especially since my wife and child were attached to his memory. She knew that. Now that he was gone; now that I could finally walk into my own home without feeling remorse or sadness,now that the nightmares were gone, I could live again. I dreamed about this day for so long. I longed to breath again,to be happy again, but I never thought it would be so hard.

I stop outside,walking slowly but surely, to my house. Everything seemed much more clear,as if I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I walk the rest of the way to the second floor, opening the door, still seeing their smiling faces, which used to greet me. The air was as thick as before,though the pain and sorrow were no longer there. Hands in my pockets,I stood in front of the constant remainder of those nights events,wondering what to do.

Red John was dead. Now what?

I told Lisbon that I wanted to move on. That I wanted to leave this town and all it's horrors behind me and never come back. The truth, however, is that, I have no idea how to do that; how to let it all go. I took the ring of days before, thinking this was the right thing to do, the first step into a new life.

The truth is, I'm all alone.

I have taken my revenge, and now I feel as empty as I did before. Before,I had something to live for,something to fight for, and now, it's over. So the question becomes; now what? What am I supposed to do now? I thought that after everything I've been through, everything we've been through, my departure wouldn't be this painful. However, I have come to believe that there may be something there, something that I have yet to see.

Or maybe I did see it, but just decided to ignore it. Is that possible?

"You ignored her," a voice in my head taunted. "You ignored her,Patrick."

"I ignored her..." I repeat out loud. Realization hitting me right in the face. I run out of the house as fast as my feet could get me,hoping and praying it wasn't too late.

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I take a quick glance at my watch as I reach the right floor. Ten-thirty at night. I'm amazed,it only took me ten minutes to get here. That should be a record. I take one step at a time making sure,in my head,that I was in fact doing the right Jane acted on instincts and impulses, but not this time; not when my very happiness depended on it.

The light was on in her office,just like I thought it would be. She usually worked until very late; well past a normal bed time. Reading a new case file or catching up on an old one. She had never been one to leave early, even if she was ordered to do so. It made me think she didn't want to go home alone,the emptiness of her apartment taking a toll on her maybe? Or maybe she just loved her job,period.

The door on her office is slightly ajar. I am surprised to find her taking a nap rather than reading, like always. Her slow breathing makes me realize she is in a deep sleep, and has no intention of waking up anytime soon.

Suddenly, she lifts her head and stares at me, puffy eyes and all. I stare back at her, speechless. She's clearly been crying, which makes my heart break. She hardly ever cries, at least not in front of me. The times that she does cry, she immediately runs towards the ladies room and does it in private. Even so, if she lied about it, I could tell the truth immediately.

"I thought you left," she whispers,her voice sounding exhausted.

"I was planning to," I confess. She sits up,re-arranging the papers in front of her,ignoring my gaze.

"What made you stop," she asks.

I sit in front of her, just like I did a couple hours ago,though this time our conversation was going to be different.

"You."

She lifts his head from the papers,a frown of confusion on her pretty face.

"I told you I wasn't gonna make you stop,Jane," she answers. "If you think leaving is the right choice,so be it. I can live without you." She looked at the open file in front of her,a clear sign that she was lying. She should have known better; she knows I can read her like an open book.

"The problem is, I don't think I can live without you."

She sobs quietly. First time she's cried freely in front of me,showing how vulnerable she really is. I can't stop thinking that being vulnerable is what makes her special,even more human than other cops I've known. Yet again,she's nothing like anyone I've ever known.

"You said..." she speaks between sobs and I take the time to grab her hands. She sighs heavily.

"I know what I said," I whisper, "and I stand by it. I want to move on but I cannot do it on my own. Well,the truth is I don't think I want to."

"What are you saying," she asks,giving my hands a light squeeze.

"I'm saying that..." I swallow hard,feeling a knot on my throat, and finding it harder and harder to speak. She waits patiently as I pull myself together, "that I want you with me,every day,all the time for the rest of my life. Only if you're willing to live with a crazy man like me."

She laughs, softly,standing up from her chair and walking slowly towards me. I stand up as well,our bodies only inches apart. She closes the remaining space as she hugs me,her head resting on my shoulder and I can no longer hear her sob. She has finally stopped crying and those tears are replaced by a laugh of pure joy.

"I'm more than willing," she answers me, "but I'm warning you,I can be kind of bossy"

Now it is my turn to laugh.

"And I'm more than willing to live with that."

Finally my life seems to be going on the right path. I feel complete again.

THE END!

Sorta...I might have another chapter somewhere,let me know if you want it!