She awoke suddenly and immediately reached out for him, pulling back when she realised how stupid that was. He'd barely spent one night in her bed and yet this was how she woke up every morning now. He hadn't even been there that morning when she woke up. She rubbed her eyes mentally scolding herself. When she stood up she nearly felt her stomach drop out of her and she ran to the bathroom.

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He pulled his rental car up to the hotel and stopped. Looking up he sighed. This was not exactly where he had imagined coming face to face with this man finally. A hotel in a busy part of New York. It took him twenty minutes to go in.

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She sat at her desk staring into space. The entire bullpen was silent. They could all feel it. It was happening today. Van Pelt got up and walked into her office.
"Boss..." she said. It didn't even register with Lisbon. "Boss" she tried again. This time she looked up.

"Yes Grace." She tried to smile.

"do you want a drink? Rigsby has a bottle..." she shook her head.

"I can't but I'll come join you." She stood up and followed the younger woman out. Van Pelt suddenly stopped and turned.

"You can't?" she said. Lisbon couldn't even think of an excuse fast enough she just bit her lip. "Boss are you..." the red head didn't even finish the sentence. "This is great! I mean does anyone know!"

"NO" she snapped. "And they can't not yet."

"...Mashburn?" Grace said slowly. Teresa laughed.

"God no! Although that might be easier." She muttered the last bit. She went to walk out of the office but Van Pelt stopped her.

"Lisbon you can't leave it there!"

"I don't want to talk just yet. But you're the first person I'll call when I can." She said putting a hand on the younger girls arm. She walked past her and into the bullpen.

"Any word boss." Rigsby asked.

"Nothing." She sat carefully on the edge of Jane's couch. She could feel Van Pelts eyes boring into her, so it had started. The first person knew. The first of everyone, but it was ok. She had to start telling people anyway. Might as well start with her closest friends.

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He looked him dead in the eye, this pathetic excuse of a man was the one who had destroyed his life. His and so many other peoples.

"So you finally got me Jane. I guess well done is in order. I knew killing your wife and child would throw you over the edge but I never thought you'd manage to recover enough to find me." He said in his slight, raspy voice.

"I've waited so long for this day…" Jane said walking towards him. Before he knew what he'd done his fist had connected with Red Johns face. The small man flew back against the table behind him. He crashed on top of it and in the few seconds it took him to blink it off Jane was practically on top of him his fist connecting with his face over and over again. When he stopped for a second all Red John could do was last.

"Kill me Jane. You know you want to. Might as well you've waited long enough." He said through a bloody lip and swollen eye. Patrick Jane pulled back, ready to take another swing when one thing passed through his mind. One face.

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Rigsby hung up but stayed staring at the phone.

"Wayne?" Van Pelt started.

"Ya…" he said in half a daze as he looked up.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"We have him…" he said slowly.

"What? Who." Cho said standing up. Lisbon followed suit.

"Red John. They have him in New York."

"Alive!" Lisbon said unable to keep the thought to herself.

"Apparently. But badly beaten."

"We have him." Van Pelt said a smile starting to break out on her face.

"Finally." Rigsby nodded.

"Jane?" Lisbon asked.

"He called it in, left him tied up with a recording of his confession. He's the one who beat him." Rigsby said. "But he didn't kill him."

"He didn't kill him." She put a hand up to her mouth.

"No."

"Oh thank god!" she sighed and fell back onto the couch, and laughed. Soon after the rest of the unit started laughing too. She went into her office and picking up her phone tried to call his cell. Only to be greeted with,

"The number you have dialled is not in service." Oh God Jane come on. She thought sitting at her desk.

"I don't think any of us were expecting this." A voice said from the door. She looked up to find Grace leaning on the door frame.

"what."

"That he wouldn't kill him." She shrugged and sat across from her boss. She shook her head.

"I was convinced he would. There was no talking to him."

"He must have a reason to live again." The younger woman said with wisdom beyond her years.

"Maybe…" Lisbon smiled.

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