Alright here's chapter 3, I think there is only going to be one more chapter after this. So tell me what you think. I'm grateful for all of the reviews, and can't wait to read more. As usual I don't own anything.

"Go where, How they took the car?" Lisbon asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. I stopped for a second, but then remembered something. I wonder if it was still there.

"That's okay I have an idea, we'll call them from the road." I pulled her out of the police station and into the nearest cab.

"Where are we going?" She wanted to know as I held her close.

"Home, but first we have to pick up my ride." I smiled at her.

"You still have a car here?" She questioned, looking into my face.

"Not quite." I grinned at her as the cab pulled to a stop in front of an old garage.

"It looks like it hasn't been opened in ages." She stated as I paid the cab driver.

"Seventeen years." I reminded, she was looking at me again. "You think my car now is a death trap." I laughed opening the garage door and heading for the light switch.

"No way." She argued, as I tried to hand her my helmet.

"You don't have a choice, because if your not coming I'll go kill Red John on my own." I pointed out pulling the keys out of an empty desk.

"We can call the team and get a ride with them." Lisbon tried.

"This is faster." I reasoned, "Call them from the road."

"I'm supposed to call them from the back of a motorcycle?" She questioned.

"Well we'll need to stop for gas, call them then." I stated starting the bike.

"Your going to make me do this aren't you?" She groaned pulling the helmet on, I just smiled. "Where's your helmet?"

"On your head." I smiled revving the engine before taking off down the street. I could hear her screaming in my ear and her arms wrapped tighter around my waste. I wished that it were under better circumstances that I had Lisbon on the back of my motorcycle.

"You drive like a maniac!" Lisbon shouted in my ear, as I swerved in and out of traffic on the interstate. I couldn't help but laugh.

"You always say that." I called over my shoulder.

"Now I mean it." She yelled, "Where are we going?"

"Home." I answered pulling off the interstate to get some gas.

"What does that mean?" She asked, as I stopped the bike by an open gas pump. I didn't answer as I started pumping the gas. "I have to call the team and tell them something."

"Red John took her to my house." I frowned.

"By your house, you don't mean, the same house as last time?" She asked, looking into my face. I nodded.

"Make your call, I'm going to go in and pay, we have about an hours drive left." I instructed leaving her to make the call. Standing in line I couldn't help but play with the ring on my finger, If I was going to do it, it was going to be now or never. "I'm going to get him Angie." I whispered, not letting go of the ring on my finger.

Lisbon was waiting for me by the bike, and I couldn't help but smile. "You look so sexy next to that bike."

"Yea sure with all this helmet hair." She laughed.

"You look gorgeous." I reassured her with a kiss.

"Do you even see the way women look at you?" She asked, "With your gorgeous hair and your three piece suits, and now your riding a motorcycle. The women in the car there hasn't stopped staring at you since we pulled in here."

"Well lets give her something to stare at." I grinned, pulling her close and kissing her lips.

"Why me?" She asked pulling away. "You could be with anybody, why me?"

"Because you have been here for me, even when I was a jerk. You stood by me when no one else would. That's why." I kissed her again, before getting back on the bike. She quickly put in her helmet and got on behind me.

"Lets go take care of Red John once and for all." She whispered in my ear, as I started the bike.

"You sound so bad ass." I laughed, "Getting on the back of a motorcycle and going off to kill the serial killer." She laughed to, but started screaming as soon as I pulled onto the interstate. I really did love this women, I don't know what I would do if we didn't finish this tonight.

I was a block away when I pulled the motorcycle over, and helped Lisbon off the back of the bike. "I don't want him to hear the bike." I explained, as she laid her helmet on the handlebars. "Promise me you'll do what I ask when we go in there." I begged.

"Jane." She started.

"No, listen, you are not to enter that room under any circumstances, if I lose you, I don't know what I would do." I tried to explain.

"Oh, so if I lose you I'm just supposed to deal with it." She hissed.

"Give me five minutes, and then you can come in." I tried.

"One." She tried to bargain.

"Three." I stated.

"Three it is." She wasn't happy and I knew she would come in earlier, but we were at the doorstep so it was to late to argue anymore. She pulled her gun out and then looked at me. "How do you plan on killing him without a gun?

"I'll think of something." That answer didn't seem to please her, but we were at the bottom of the stairs now. There was a knot in my stomach and with each step it tightened, it was moving up my throat and I thought I was going to throw up. I opened the door slowly thinking back to that night. The light was shining on the smiley face and Juliet was lying in the same exact spot as my wife had been. Only I could still see her breathing, slowly but she was still alive, and that's all that mattered.

I closed the door behind me, knowing Lisbon was waiting outside. I saw a figure standing in the corner, but I needed to check on Juliet first. She was bleeding and slightly bruised, but it looked as if she was sleeping, not unconscious.

"You came alone?" He asked, his voice sent a chill up my spine, which didn't help the nausea, but I needed to fight it.

"I couldn't put anyone else in danger." I turned to give him my full attention, a mask covered his face, and we could both feel the tension in the room.

"No weapon even." He laughed, "Not up to your word then."

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"Why do you think?" He answered with a question.

"I think you are finally bored with me." I stated truthfully. "You want to get rid of me and as many of the people I care about."

"Oh I wasn't going to kill you, where would the fun in that be?" He laughed, and I heard Juliet stir behind me.

"You think I'm going to let you walk out of here?" I wondered.

"Well once Agent Lisbon comes in here, and I kill her, and then I kill Juliet. You won't be in the right mind to kill me." He couldn't stop laughing and it was unsettling. I knew if I didn't do it soon, Lisbon would in fact come in.

"No one is going to come in." I told him, "No one knows where I am."

"If I didn't know for a fact Lisbon was outside this door. You may have convinced me." He smiled, and just as he said that Lisbon came through the door. I watched in slow motion as Red John reached into his jacket pocket.

I didn't think, I reacted reaching into my vest and pulling the trigger before his hand had even left his pocket. He fell but that wasn't good enough, I fired again and again and again until my knees gave out. I fell forward and dropped my gun.

"Jane!" Lisbon ran to my side.

"Why on earth did you not come in with your gun drawn?" I laughed, and she laughed to. "He's gone." I whispered. She nodded helping me to my feet. "Do me a favor, and find some clothes for her in the closet, and call the ambulance." Lisbon looked at me for a second, but nodded.

"Juliet." I whispered, shaking her lightly.

"Shawn," She smiled wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her gently into my arms and carried her downstairs to the kitchen. Where Lisbon met us a little bit later with some of my wife's clothes in her arms. I sat Juliet down on the chair and started cleaning up some of the blood on her face. "Is he dead?"

"He's dead." I nodded. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was hit by a bus." She smiled. "How do you feel?"

"I'll let you know in a little bit." I let her lean against my shoulder. "Scott's on his way."

"Shawn?" She looked up into my face. "Promise me this is the last time a serial killer kidnaps me in your name."

I smiled down at her, "I promise." We could hear the sirens coming up the street. "They're going to take you to the hospital. I'll be there in a little bit I promise." She nodded as the medic's came in and helped her to the ambulance. I left Lisbon to deal with the medic's while I wandered back upstairs.