Red Bones, Red Bones- Epilogue.
A/N-
Thankyou to everyone who had read and reviewed, liked or added this story to their favourites list- you have no idea how much it means to me. So this is it- the last chapter. I'm going to move this story to the crossover section in a few days, so if you want to find it, it will be there. I'm so sorry for the slow update, I haven't really got an excuse. Well.. Here goes.. : )
They where his life now. She was his life. She was the reason he got up in the mornings, the reason he kept going through every day. And she, she was the light of his life. The purist thing he had ever seen. The angel in the darkness.
His daughter.
Lisbon.
Them.
The little girl, the sweet little, innocent girl that he had thought he had lost forever. The woman who caught him every time he fell. His daughter and his love.
Because they lead the same lives now. Charlotte was consulting for the CBI, just like him- minus the law suits and trouble. Lisbon was about a week away from being persuaded to move in with him.
A week away from being persuaded to move in with them.
And Charlotte, well Charlotte.. She was… She was her mother. She was kind hearted, and she was open to everything. She was funny, and she was intelligent. She was adored, and she was adoring of others.
She was loved.
By everyone.
As a daughter, as a almost sister (Grace) , as a friend, as… More.
Because who knew what they would become. They challenged each other, they debated with each other, they gave each other a run for their money. They connected.
Cho and Charlotte.
So who knew what they would become? Who knew if they would be extraordinary friends? Who knew if they were soul mates? Who knew if they were going to be enemies? Who knew if they were already something more?
And that was the beautiful thing about it. The possibilities. Their lives were no longer consumed by Red John. Their lives were no longer lead by his actions.
They were lead by the child molesting cases.
They were lead by the sadistic torture cases.
They were lead by each other.
By the undying love that they harvested, already bursting at the seams.
Because it was undying. Though thick and thin it had not seen a scratch. Through the time when they refused to admit to it, it did not relinquish. Through the minutes of the hours of the days of the weeks. Of the months of the years. Through it all, they had been harvesting the energy to break the laws of physics. They had been harvesting energy to put the killers behind bars. They had been harvesting energy to find each other. To find their way to happiness.
And along the way, they had made some extraordinary friends.
The people of the Jeffersonion. They were recovering from the case to. Their bonds got tighter every day. Their lives got diluted with each others with every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every month, of every year. They were together. And that was what helped them through it all.
All of them.
That was how the two teams caught killers like the Gravedigger, like Tommy Volker, like Howard Ebbs, like Doctor Wagner, like Gormogon.
Like Red John.
And then they served them justice. They handed them their balls on a silver platter. They showed them that they were not invincible. That they were not superheroes.
And they did that in whatever form of punishment they saw necessary.
Exposure.
Prison.
Death.
And that was what they did. Because the killers were not the superheroes. The killers were not invincible. The killers were not a team. The killers were not undetectable.
And that was their downfall. That was the killers downfall. Because they thought they were indestructible. They thought they couldn't be caught. They thought it was impossible for them to be stopped.
Well they were wrong.
And their downfall was that they messed with the real superheroes of America.
THE END.