A/N:Yes, I'm aware of how early it is, at least where I live (seven-ish in the morning) but I can't sleep so I figured I should post this *yay*. Oh and its kinda short Sorry about that.I wasn't planning on writing an epilogue but when I did it I was like "oh yeah,this could work" so here it is! I'm such a shipper, this is full of fluffiness.

Anyways, thank you so much for those amazing reviews. You have no idea how happy I am when I read them.

Once again, kudos to my beta who is teh coolest beta in the whole wide world! XD

I haven't noticed but Minelli is totally a Jane/Lisbon shipper *lol* "Lisbon, control your man in there" uh suddenly Jane is Lisbon's man. How cool is that!. Sorry, that was totally random.

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REVIEWS (AND JANE) ARE MY CRACK!

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Two months later.

"I think I should sell the house," he declares completely out of the blue. His right arm is lightly draped over my hip as we embrace, while lying on the couch, watching TV. Lifting my head from his chest, I stare at him, the suddenness of his comment catching me by surprise and confusing me slightly.

"What?"

"Well, I'm hardly there any more since I practically live here," he states. "Besides, I don't think I can live with the memories any longer."

I'm sure he's referring to the smiley face that's painted on one of the walls. We had been planning to remove it for week now, but it seems that he's having a hard time with that decision. As soon as we get the paint brushes in our hands, he makes some excuse about being too tired to do it.

"You know if you want to sell, we have to repaint, right?"

He nods in acknowledgement before dropping a kiss to the top of my head. "I want to buy a new one," he says as his fingers idly play with the waistband of my jeans. "A place that's ours and ours alone; no bad memories of ghosts of the past. Another step towards that fresh start."

I bolt upright and look into his eyes intently for a moment, trying to analyze whether he is telling me the truth or now. He looks scared, like he's not sure if what he said was a mistake or not.

"Are you sure," I ask and he nods, "because that's a huge step."

"I know."

"What if you change your mind later?"

He frowns.

"Why would I do that?"

"I'm bossy," I state. I want to make absolutely certain that he knows what he's getting into and that he's not making a mistake.

"I'm aware of that, Theresa. We've been living together for a month."

I asked him to stay over one night when it was very late and I was worried about him driving home so late. From then on, he had just stayed here every night. There was no formal discussion about him moving in, it just happened and it feels right. I have to say, I love waking up next to him, his sleepy eyes watching me and a good morning kiss that could make all right with the world. I have no intention of changing that at all.

"What if you get tired of me," I ask a little scared of what his answer might be.

He kisses me sweetly on the lips and then on my forehead.

"I would never, under any circumstances, get tired of being with you," he replies honestly. "I would have to be crazy for that to happen!"

"You ARE crazy."

He frowns and nods.

"Yeah, well we can work that out, right?"

I smile as I touch his face, stealing a quick kiss.

"I like you crazy," I say amused.

"Good. I lied; being crazy is kind of my thing and there's no way I can change that."

END EPILOGUE

Red John's footsteps made me cry again *sniff*. Sorry totally random again. Lemme know if you like it so I can write some more stories, I have plenty of ideas