A/N: Here's the next part. I'm finally uploading it. Sorry for the wait! I don't know if I like it or not. But the chapters ahead are going to be better. I need to figure out what direction I'm taking this story in. Thanks for reading!

Takes place 6 months after Red John in Jane's POV

"Wake up" He felt the soft feminine caress of the blonde curls on his head.

He moaned, "mmmmm. That feels nice."

"Jane, I told you not to fall asleep. We have a case."

"Ugh, Lisbon. Can't we stay in bed for five more minutes?", he said smiling

"I need you. I need you to get up now. Please Jane. I miss you."

"What? What are you talking about? I'm right here. You miss me?"

...

"Lisbon?"

...

"Lisbon!" Jane sat up, screaming her name. He opened his eyes. Damn it. It was just a dream. Of course he wasn't back at the CBI with her. He spent almost every morning waking up like this. To find he was living in a nightmare and not in a dream with her. Every time he dreamt of her, it was like being tortured. She was so real and so soft. Sometimes she would be laying with him. Or sometimes they would be relaxing at her apartment. Or bantering in the car on the way to a crime scene. Either way, she was always radiant. Her face lit up every time she looked at him or laughed at one of his jokes. She always initiated some form of contact between them. And then it would all come crashing down when she would tell him that she missed him. She would beg him to come back to her. It was all so frustrating and confusing. Yet, it never ended.

He rubbed both hands over his face. Time to get up. Today he planned to write Lisbon a new letter. He had sent two so far. They were short and to the point. He wanted her to know he was alive and safe. There was so much to say. So much unsaid and so many feelings to share. He simply couldn't write them down. He didn't want to cause her more heartbreak. Well, he had no right to assume that her heart was broken. Maybe she had found a better job. With a better partner and she even had a boyfriend who adored her. He scoffed, who was he kidding. She probably hadn't given him a second thought. There really was no way of knowing what she was doing. And that fact was pure torture to him.

He sat down, pen in hand, ready to begin writing.

Dear Lisb-

No. He couldn't address her as Lisbon. She deserved more than that. She deserved something more personal.

Dear Teresa,

I'm doing okay. Alive and well.

No! He couldn't write that. It sounded like a distress call. Okay, time to be honest. But he couldn't really write that he had been dreaming about her every night. He would just have to write what came to mind.

Dear Teresa,

I miss you. The days are long and the nights are even longer. I try to get out and walk around town. I try to experience some form of human contact. I know you wouldn't want me to sit all day, alone.

I have met a couple of nice people. They all speak Spanish, so it's a little difficult communicating. I have eggs for breakfast. And tea of course. I find myself enjoying the smell of coffee. I guess... I guess it reminds me of the CBI and the team. But especially, you.

I hope you read my other letters.

I don't really know what to say. What am I even allowed to say, after what I have put you through? I hope you know that I meant what I said in my first letter. You're the most important person in my life. I want you to find happiness.

I'm so sorry.

With all my love,

J

Well, that's as good as he could come up with at the moment. He couldn't tell her what his true feelings were. What if she was happy now? Finally away from him. No hindrance at work, no mess to clean up after a plan gone wrong. He was going to drive himself absolutely insane. What if she was hurt? Or in a coma? Or dead? He needed to know if she was alright.

"Señor Jane!", Jane's friend Mario said with a smile.

"Hola Mario. I need a huge favor", Jane said defeated.

"Of course. Whatever I can do for you. I will. "

"I need you to contact someone for me."

"Alright. Who?"

"Look, is there any way for you to get to California. In America?"

"Woah. Mister Jane. I have a job here and things to do."

"I know. I know. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. If you could get there, you would be reimbursed exponentially. I have people who owe me money." Jane said hurriedly.

"Well, I might have one option. Can't you just call and make your arrangements?"

"No. I certainly can't do that. If I call any of my friends, the FBI will know. My friends will get into trouble. Please, it is the most important thing to me. I need something."

"Okay. I will see what kind of arrangements I can make."

"Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me."

TBC thanks again for reading! Let me know what you thought of this chapter. Thoughts on what Mario is doing for Jane?