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Disclaimer: Last time I checked my inbox, there were many from Fanfiction concerning this story, but none from Bruno Heller telling me he was lending me the rights to The Mentalist. Still waiting, though.

Dear Lisbon,

I hope this finds you well. I know the FBI is watching your every move, so I had to be careful. Pete or Sam must've explained how they'd proceed to sneak my letters to you; I'll try to write as often as is possible without raising any suspicion.

With this letter I wanted to reassure you about my well-being; I'm taking care of myself, just like I promised. I'm alright - well, as fine as I could be, at least. I miss you. Waking up knowing I won't see you is harder than I ever imagined.

Life as a fugitive is incredibly lonely. I already miss speaking English. My Spanish accent is "malissimo" like the locals say when they think I'm not listening. Being understood is an underrated pleasure; and no one could ever understand me the way you do, Lisbon, in every sense of the word.

I found the shell on one of my walks along the beach. It's a cowry. I wanted you to have a small piece of the island, something to remember me by, and found it to be quite fitting. Every time you'll listen to it, you should be able to hear the same ocean I see, hear and feel nearly every day.

I've been meaning to apologize for what I'm putting you through. I wish I could be by your side now more than ever, because I can't imagine how hard this must be for you, losing the job that was your life for ten years. I will never thank you enough for everything you've done for me. I can't put into words how much you've moved me, how you've changed me. You stood by me even when I least deserved it, but those were the moments when I really needed it.

I also deeply regret admitting the truth of how I feel before hanging up; I'm not taking the words back, not this time. But I had no right to tell them to you, Teresa, given the circumstances. That's why I want you to promise me something: promise me that you'll move on with your life, that you won't wait for me, because even I don't know when - or if - I'll be coming back. You more than anyone deserve happiness, and I'm not in measure to give that to you right now. I'm fairly certain that you'll find it somewhere else; you've proven that you could take care of yourself without any help from me time and time again.

I want you to know that I really want you to be happy; and that is the most important thing to me, that you do what makes you happy. Okay?

I love you,

U no hoo

A/N: I know this is short, but I wanted Jane's first letter to Lisbon to be seperate from the rest of the narration. It deserved a special spot, you know?

I hope you liked it, I spilled my guts out for that one! I promise chapter 3 will be longer. I feel bad for this chapter being so short, so here's a sneek peak of what's coming up next:

Things with Josh had been nice and easy; and so the weeks had turned into months. But she found that time couldn't heal all the wounds. She still thought about Jane, too often for someone who was in a relationship with another man; and still treasured his arriving letters more than she should. So maybe she hadn't completely moved on; but at least she was trying.