I really was surprised that the first chapter had received so much attention! Believe me, I was in shock and quite happy! Thank you everyone who reviewed, favourited, and subscribed! Oh and not sure if anyone has discovered this, but the story's title and a so far the chapter titles are based off of a song and its lyrics "Illuminated" by Hurts. I listen to it when I write this and the song is just plain magically amazing...I would write more in this authors note (that is if you read them) but my computer is about to die of battery starvation.

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Chapter Two: Don't Be Afraid of Tomorrow

Her back knocks against the porcelain of her bathtub as waves of nausea threaten to take over. Four bottles of water and two little pink lines later, she has come to conclusion that what happened in the department issue Chevy Traverse had conceived a baby. The lapse in her menstrual cycle was brushed off as 'stress' and the slight tenderness in her breasts and stomach pains were just 'incoming cycle' warnings. When she had initially become nauseous, she kept on telling herself it was bad Thai food. Her thoughts never stopped to consider the fact that she may be pregnant. Not until she saw a woman pushing along a baby stroller on her commute home and she connected the dots.

Groaning, she moves her hands to curl around the edges of the bathtub to hoist herself up to a standing position. Taking in a deep breath, she starts towards her bedroom, her hand brushing over her still flat abdomen for probably the tenth time since she had received her second positive test. It all seemed so unreal; being pregnant had not once crossed paths with her mind, nor did she ever think that her child's father would be in jail while she had to go through everything alone.

Jane.

What was she going to tell him? Not once since he had gone off to prison five weeks ago has she seen him since. He had immediately admitted to what he had done to Cho in interrogation and knew he had to face the consequences, and for once like a mature adult he was.

"Did you kill the known serial killer Red John?" Cho stared at Jane, his hands clasped together as he leaned slightly forward on the table.

Jane nodded, his eyes looking off into the distance as he felt the weight of his actions, "Yes I did," his eyes flickered towards the one-sided glass, knowing well that Lisbon stood behind leaning against it with a melancholy expression. "I killed Red John for Angela and Charlotte," his eyes moved back to Cho, "It was also to save Lisbon's life," he leaned forward, "Cho, he was going to kill her if I didn't kill him first."

Cho shook his head, "No Jane, that's not how the law works."

"Would you let him kill her, or would you take action quietly?"

Lisbon had stepped back from the one-sided glass. She thought that Jane was just thinking up a bunch of hogwash and there was no way that Red John would ever set his sights on her. She also knew that Cho would have to answer Jane's question with trepidation to insure that he didn't say something that could hurt his career. What the former-consultant had asked really had her top interrogator thinking.

"I can't answer that, Jane."

A tear began to roll down her cheek and she brushes it away with the back of her hand. She feels so alone and can not even formulate what she will tell her team and Hightower. Sure they may think that she actually did indeed have a short time romance with a man during a certain time period, but due to her solemn demeanor they would figure out the father's true identity. The very thought that her team may go out of their way was in a sense comforting, but it would also seem like an invasion into her personal life. She didn't need to tell the team anything unless she wanted to. It was not their business as to who her child's father was.

Her child.

More tears fell down her cheeks and she kept herself from wiping them away. She hates to show weakness, but she guesses that in the safety of her own home, it will be all right. Deciding to compile all of her courage, she walks over to the nightstand next to her bed and picks up her Blackberry. Pressing a few buttons and scrolling down until she finds her doctor's number, she presses the green button and hesitantly holds it up to her ear. She takes a deep breath.

"Hi, this is Teresa Lisbon and I would like to make an appointment with Dr. Sanders."

For the past five weeks he found himself wallowing in a sense of guilt and boredom. When he first entered his cell, he quickly discovered that this was going to be different than when he was last in prison. The last time he had simply placed a bug underneath Sam Bosco's desk, but this time he'd killed a man. Given that the same man was a notorious serial killer that haunted California for ten plus year, he knew he would still need to suffer the consequences. He had gone in with Lisbon's gun and let the man talk. After he had had enough, Jane took aim and fired off three rounds. The last one lodging into Red John's forehead. When he had killed Red John, he thought the sense of guilt would leave him, but it only increased. He felt free in a sense, but he completely broke internally when he saw Lisbon's saddened face. His heart had broken even further when they had participated in one of the most important acts of love.

Now he sat alone on a padded cot with a scratchy blanket on top awaiting to be transported to the courthouse later this afternoon. His lawyer, Kaitlin Stark, had told him that she would do her best to keep him out of prison, but he told her she did not have to. He knew she was a very good lawyer and never stopped until everyone saw her fit, and that was probably why Hightower had hired her. Jane wasn't quite so sure why she hasn't just taken the time to cover it all up if she went ahead to bother with assigning him a brilliant lawyer, but there were many mysteries to Madeline Hightower.

He entered a room, it was plain and had a few signs nailed to the wall explicitly telling inmates to remain seated unless instructed. Other than the signs on the wall and the metal tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor, the room had no contents. He and 'his guard' were the only ones in the room and Jane couldn't help but look up at the guard with a high eyebrow.

"Uh, excuse me, but why are we here?"

The guard looked down at him, "You have a visitor, she should be coming in soon," at the sound of a 'she' Jane's eyes lit up almost instantly. He hoped it was Lisbon who was coming to visit him, even though he had half-expected her to be extremely angry with him.

He was surprised when a woman around average height and weight entered the room. She wore a simple suit with a pencil skirt, her mousy brown hair tied back into a bun and her hazel eyes hidden by a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. She immediately walked over to them and held out her right hand and clutched onto a manila folder in her left.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Jane."

She shook his hand and he couldn't help but smile only slightly, "Yeah, must be," he looked over at his guard before glancing back at the woman, "And you are?"

The woman pulled her hand away from his, "Kaitlin Stark, your lawyer."

Smiling and leaning back against the cold stone wall, Jane sighs. He wishes he had something in his hands to fiddle with to help pass the time, but he was pretty sure the prison staff would object to that. Shutting his eyes, he tried to remember his life before Red John came in. It was so good back then and he remembers every detail, but the image of no one other than Teresa Lisbon kept on creeping into his mind. The petite senior agent was not always visually present in his memories, but he could still almost sense her presence. Slipping his eyes shut and humming, he began rocking his head back and forth against he now warmed wall behind him. His hands drop from his lap and onto the top layer of sheets that rested on top of the cheap prison linens.

"Mr. Jane." His eyes snap open at the sudden sound of a voice coming from his right. Turning his head around, he sees the same guard that escorted him a few weeks ago to see his lawyer standing before him, "It's time to leave now."

The drive to the courthouse seemed like it had gone on for much too long. Jane had spent most of the time fiddling with the slight chain that connected his two handcuffs and looking out the window as the trees, other cars, and people were passed by. When they had pulled up to the courthouse, a few bystanders had gathered around his transportation vehicle with signs and poster boards. They waved them around, shouting to set him free and that he was California's true hero. It made him smile bitter sweetly at the thought that these people would go to extreme lengths to keep him out of jail for several years.

He sat on a wooden bench, two police officers on either side of him. Jane remains there patiently and would sometimes glance over his shoulder in hopes of seeing someone from his former unit. The only people he recognized were his lawyer and Hightower. It was comforting to see familiar faces, but he really wanted Lisbon to be there. Suddenly his eyes lit up at the appearances of three familiar faces: Grace, Cho, and Rigsby. The trio filed in, Cho's head facing forward, Rigsby's downward, and Grace searching the room for him. When she saw him, her face lit up and she smiles softly. He returned the smile and raised his cuffed hands to offer her a slight wave before turning around to settle. Leaning further into the wooden bench, he shut his eyes and moves his head down.

Breathing deeply, he opens his eyes and glances over his shoulder just in time to see the brunette senior agent walk in. His eyes light up, but then he frowns as he takes in her appearance. To say she looks horrible is an understatement, but still beautiful. She looks weathered and yet ill all at the same time. Her appearance makes him want to stand up and move towards her and take her in his arms, but he knows no one would appreciate if he did such.

She lifts her head just in time to make eye contact with him, but she refuses to hold it for long. Lisbon immediately looks back down and walks faster towards her team and precedes to sit next to them. Jane feels a sinking sensation in his stomach, he knows that she is also affected by Red John's death all the same as he, but he doesn't regret killing the man if it means to keep her safe.

He has come to terms that his prison sentence is the cost of keeping the woman he loves safe and sound. Not only is he keeping her safe, but he is also giving some broken families a sense of closure now that the man who killed their loved one is now deceased and more so sitting around in hell.

The next chapter will not take place immediately after this, but probably a few months later. Probably about 4-5 months later.