Summery: After Red John, the reactions of Jane and Lisbon...but not the way you think.
Prompt: Jello video set to "Realize" by Colbie Callait. (Ok, so it's not a movie, but it is what I used)

I think I love her. I haven't felt this way in such a long time. I'm not sure what to do.

I think I love him. This isn't anything like the silly school girl crushes I've had in the past. I'm not sure what to do.

One month since Grace shot Red John. One month since Jane had walked away and Lisbon had just watched him go.

The team didn't ask why, there was no reason to. They all knew it was going to happen.

He stood looking out over the river and wondering. He hadn't left Sacramento like they all thought. No, he had no reason o back to that house that held so many memories for him, more bad than good.

Here there were happy times to think of. Just over there, the little café where they had made plans to save Lisbon when she'd been framed for murder. Just further he could see just the corner of the CBI building where the whole team, lead by Lisbon, had placed their jobs on the line so many times to help him get closer to his goal of Red John and revenge.

That thought made him once again turn his eyes to the expanse of calm swiftly moving water below him. He knew why Grace had done it, why she had pulled the trigger while he'd stood there, a knife to the throat pleading with Lisbon not to shoot. To just let Red John do what he was going to do.

A month's reflection had led him to realize that the only way that Grace, sweet innocent Grace, would know to come up behind them would be if it had been planned before hand. He didn't know what to think about that. Even though he'd had time to think he couldn't figure out why Lisbon, knowing what he wanted, would plan porously to change it. Populously defy his wishes.

It was quiet this time of night, even in the middle of the city. She liked to come up to the roof of the CBI building at night to think. It was a habit she had developed after Kristina Fry had been taken by Red John. When it was found out that she hadn't been taken so much as gone willingly it had almost killed Jane. By extension Kristina's betrayal had also affected her as well. It shouldn't have, but anything that affected Jane affected her.

That was what she was up here tonight. She knew that Jane hadn't left town. She'd seen him lurking in places, the café they liked to get coffee and tea at, the grocery store near her apartment…

She had considered the thought that she had imagined it all, but no…she'd called to him once and he looked straight at her before he almost took off running, fleeing from before her.

If she stood on the edge of the roof ledge she could just see the bridge over the river. She looked at it now and saw a lone figure standing on the small walk next to the road. Illuminated in the spot light of the street lamp and still too far to be sure, she knew, she just knew, that is was Jane. She watched the figure move closer to the bridge and a fist of fear gripped her heart causing her to gasp and run from the roof.

I don't know if it's worth being here anymore. Sometimes it seems it would just be easier if I could just close my eyes and make it all go away.

I feel so lost as if the one thing I've been keeping it together for has disappeared. I need him.

Grace had been the one to think up the plan. Rigsby had thought it was a good idea. OF course he did. He still followed Grace around like a lost little puppy. Cho hadn't said anything about the plan, but had volunteered to be the one to do it. That had been the plan, but when it came down to it she'd gotten there first and been the one to put a bullet in the back of Red John's head.

Lisbon hadn't known what they planned to do. That they had planned to 'save' Jane. If she'd known she would have stopped them.

He heard a noise behind him as he leaned on the railing watching the water flow by. He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.

"Are you going to run away from me this time?"

"How did you find me?"

"Magic."

"You don't believe in magic."

"Neither do you."

He felt her warmth as she leaned against the railing next to him.

"I saw you from the roof of the CBI building."

"That is some magic. You can barely see the bridge from there."

"I just knew it was you."

Silence at times is golden; here it was just painful, as if the elephant in the room was standing on their heads.

"Why did you do it?"

"I didn't know what they had planned."

Silence again, slightly less painful.

"I didn't know 'til afterwards. They didn't tell me because they knew I would stop them."

"I think I'm glad you didn't."

When he came back to work he wouldn't hear 'sorry' from anyone. He knew they were just doing what they thought was the best. He went back to haunting two couches. One old and worn. The other new and not as comfortable. But the upside to that was the company.

One day I'll tell you how I feel

One day we'll both be whole.