A/N : Thank-you, thank-you for the reviews everybody! aannd the climax. Enjoy :)
They were about 10 minutes out from Lisbon's location. Jane sat in the passenger seat, his elbow propped on the arm rest, chin in hand, staring out at the passing scenery around him. His thoughts going a thousand different directions at all the possible outcomes of the situation.
Then suddenly, he didn't know what brought it on, he became antsy, unsettled, like something was happening beyond his control and he wasn't there for it, and he couldn't do anything to stop the outcome. Shifting in his seat he crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He knew it was Lisbon. Something was going on, something was wrong.
A vibration in his pants pocket sent him jumping, startling Grace as he fumbled for his phone. It was an unknown number. With a frown, he flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Jane!"
"Lisbon?" he leaned forward in his seat. "Lisbon, what's going on?" he could hear moving in the back ground, her heavy breathing. "Are you okay?"
"I'm got away. Still in the house. I have a gun,"
"Lisbon, just get out. Run, run. We are almost there,"
Silence.
"Teresa,"
"Jane, I can take him-"
"We'll take him when we get there,"
"If I leave, he'll be gone before you guys get back. It's a fairly large house, I could stay...," Lisbon's voice dropped off.
"Teresa," he whispered, his eyes were frantic as he felt hopeless on the phone, listening to what was going on. He heard what felt like the phone sliding on material, then gunfire, shots, Lisbon yelling. "Teresa!" he yelled into the phone, on the verge of tears as Grace slammed her foot against the gas pedal, taking off from the group.
Lisbon kicked and thrashed despite the pain in her thigh as two men held her by her forearms. She felt the blood pouring down her leg, but she continued to squirm and kick until Red John stood right in front of her. A backhand across the face stilled her movements, as she let out a yelp.
"And here I was, intrigued by your beauty, tempted to let you live, and you try to escape," Red John said calmly. "You've thrown off my schedule, you'll have to forgive me if i'm a little flustered,"
Lisbon heard the sick sound of metal being unsheathed, and knew it was his knife. She didn't know what else to do, she saw her brothers, her father, her mother, her team, her life pass before eyes. She saw Jane, what would happen to him? She needed to be there for him, he needed her. But the pain in her leg was becoming too intense as the bullet started to settle, and the blood loss continued. She didn't want to feel the pain that Red John was about to inflict so she tried to succumb to the unconscious that was beckoning to her.
She vaguely felt the hands holding her let go and she fell to the ground in a heap. She felt his hands roll her over, and then travel over her body, down each leg and arm, across her hips and stomach, skimming her breasts and caressing her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember and imagine Jane's touch, that's all she wanted to remember. She didn't feel the first three slices, just small sensations in the slits that blood started to flow from her body and she slipped further and further away. As she felt like she was falling into a white abyss, pain free, numb, loud bangs brought her to a harsh halt, and all the color came back rushing back to her vision. A heavy a thud and so much pressure on her chest. It was hard to breathe, the pain from every wound, every hit, it was too intense. She heard her name being called and with blurred vision saw the face she loved so much, his blonde curls standing out has her vision dimmed.
"Jane," she breathed.
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It was Cho in the end that took the shot. After seeing Jane and Grace take off from their caravan, he didn't hesitate to speed along with them. They had managed to hold Jane back from bursting in, unarmed, yelling Lisbon's name, knowing that would just get him killed. Instead, Grace and Cho quickly and covertly entered with Jane not hesitating, right behind them. They had kicked into the room to see two burly men already down, and two more standing over a body while a third knelt over the body.
Cho didn't think twice about his shots, as Grace went for the two standing. In seconds they were down and Jane was running over to Lisbon. Throwing Red John's body off her, he dropped to his knees, saying her name over and over again. His hands cradled her head as he felt for a pulse at her neck. Then her eyes fluttered open and she cracked a small smile as she breathed his name, then slipped back into her pain free world. Surveying the damage as Cho radioed in for an ambulance, he saw her gunshot wound and immediately applied pressure to it. Then noticed blood seeping out of cuts, one on each arm that ran from forearm up to almost her shoulder and then a third that he had started right under her ribcage, but only got halfway through before they had interrupted.
Tears flowed down Jane's face as he tried to apply pressure to as many wounds as he could. He yelled for Cho to help, who dropped down next to him and started applying pressure as well.
He watched as Lisbon slipped into unconsciousness, and a few moments later paramedics rushed in, pushing him aside. He fell back against the wall, in a daze, his eyes empty as he stared at the blood stains that were left from Lisbon's body. His eyes wandered over to Red John's body, as he finally began to realize that Red John was dead. The nightmare of that life was officially over. He heard the doctors pronounce him dead and instead of feeling relief, satisfaction, and joy, he felt like a brick was laying on his heart. If he lost Lisbon, he didnt' know what he would do, there was no person he could seek revenge cause that person was already dead, possible taking with him the last person that meant something to him and there wasn't anything Jane could do to stop it.
Grace knelt down next to him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder. "You ok?"
Jane shook his head and watched as they swiftly carried Lisbon off on a stretcher. "I need to go with her," he managed to get out.
Grace nodded and gripped his arm, pulling her up with him, she pulled him along with her till they reached the ambulance. "He's with her,"
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He waited. For what seemed like days, but was really only a few hours, he waited. Not moving from the waiting room chairs, only shifting in positions every once in while. He had held her limp hand the whole way to the hospital. The paramedics said she was somewhat stable, but had lost a good amount of blood from the gunshot wound and the cuts. Once they arrived at the hospital they wheeled her away and directed him to the chairs, saying a doctor would be out to see him once they knew something else. So now, he waited.
He dozed in and out for a while, until a nurse came and shook him. She took him to Lisbon's room explaining to him that the doctors had removed the bullet, stitched up her cuts and had done a transfusion to replace the blood that was lost. As long as nothing else popped up, she would be fine.
Tears pricked his eyes as he heard the news, walking down the corridors of the hospital. He paused in his steps and reached out for the wall, the nurse quickly asking if he was alright. He slowly nodded and closed his eyes, so many different kinds of relief spreading over him. Relief that Lisbon was gonna be alright, that Red John was gone forever, there would never be that threat looming over their relationship, their lives, her life. That focus, driving him, making him, at times, insufferable to be around. Now he could have some sense of peace.
Opening his eyes, he continued following the nurse into a room. Monitors were steadily beeping, as they entered and Jane's eyes fell Lisbon. She was almost as white as the sheets, her dark hair contrasting harshly agains the paleness. She had a small bandage along her jawline, a faded bruise on her cheek, and her arms had a line of bandages going up the wound that Red John had inflicted.
Swallowing hard, he walked over and stared down at her. Reaching out he brushed a few loose strands off her face, letting his fingers linger on cheek for a moment. He bent down and placed a gently kiss on her forehead. "I'm here," he whispered. Pulling a chair up behind him he settled himself into it, wrapping his jacket closer around him he crossed his arms over his chest, closed his eyes, and waited.