Someone suddenly unlocked the door and Jane was able to get into his attic. He immediately saw Lisbon all tight up to a chair, she couldn't move and was breathing hard. She had bruises over her face, he must have beaten her. Of course, she tried to defend herself when he attacked her.

He wanted to turn around but then heard him speaking.

"If you turn around, I'll kill her." The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't concentrate, the absence of sleep, the fear. He was terrified like never before. He didn't turn around. Instead he was looking straight into Lisbon's green eyes. She looked calm and at peace with herself. She was to strongest woman he had ever met.

It was all quiet in the attic and Jane started to think about what was going on here. What was it all for? He wanted to understand Red John's intention but he didn't.

"Don't you want to say 'hi' to each other?" the voice said sarcastically, "you haven't seen her for a few hours, didn't you miss her? Your love?"

Jane swallowed, now it was Red John bringing them up. Again. What was he supposed to do now? He realized, he didn't even bring a gun. Even if he wanted to kill Red John, he was not able to do it right now. His thoughts faded away. Again.

Lisbon felt awfully, her whole body hurting she sat there and couldn't do anything. She could see Red John and she was almost sure about his voice, the mask he was wearing couldn't hide his weight, his height and his tone. She didn't know how he caught her, she went out of the CBI building, tears rolling down, she had been so angry about herself. About the belief in true love which was a thing she felt when she saw Jane almost every day. The whole street had blurred throughout her eyes and in her troubled haze she asked herself if he really meant it. I don't love you. Of course, I don't love you. The words echoed in her head and made their way to her fingertips but didn't leave her body.

And then everything was fast and dark and aching. She must have been unconscious for a while, he hit her until she couldn't fight anymore. There had been no gun, she could have grabbed. And now there she was sitting in one room with a serial killer, with the serial killer and the man who wanted to kill the serial killer but was not allowed to turn around to get the slightest look. What was it? Some kind of absurd theatre?

She lifted her eyes, Jane's and hers met immediately, but she couldn't recognize the look he was trying to share with her.

"What do you want?", Jane finally asked not facing the man who killed his family.

"I just wanted to show you what I am capable of. I could have killed poor agent Teresa Lisbon. But you know, Patrick, I will give you another chance. You should take better care of the people you love. Stop putting them into danger. Or at least you should stop falling in love with them." The metal door closed while making a horrible sound.

"He's gone", Lisbon whispered. She could see little drops of sweat on his forehead, his blonde hair was wet. His hands were shaking, he was about to break down. Then he slowly started moving towards her, even though it didn't seem to be him actually moving, it seemed more like he was controlled from afar. He untied her but didn't speak. Not a word. Nothing. Now it was the absolute silence that was trying to kill her. They went down to the CBI office where he helped her treat the wounds and bruises Red John had caused. He didn't even share a slight glance with her but watched his feet move here and there. He appeared to be the lamb that awaited his slaughterer.

Meanwhile, Lisbon wasn't even angry anymore. She knew that this evening, that night had reminded him of his wife and daughter. She felt sorry for him and forgot about the last year, the words Jane had said to her earlier that night. She forgot how to cry. She forgot how comfortable she felt when she was around Jane.

"Let me take you home." These few words were the last thing she heard from him that night. And she didn't say no, she wanted to refuse his offer, but she couldn't. There was hope again. And she hated herself for having hope.

When she woke up the next morning, he wasn't on her couch anymore. He must have left the apartment after she fell asleep. She didn't report anything to the CBI but took some days off. She needed a rest.

He didn't call, didn't send a text. He expected her to be okay. He was simply not in love with her. Red John had obviously a different opinion to that. Red John gave her hope right now which was insane.

When she couldn't stand the pain of not knowing she drove to the CBI office. She went up the old stone stairs and knocked on the door. Heavily. Then she waited. Nothing. She knew he was in there, so she knocked again.

She heard the lock getting opened, slowly. The door that has kept them apart for a whole year. The last year, the weirdest year they ever had together. Lisbon realized how close they have been, how she had to bring his memories back, how she thought he died in a car accident.

Now, she was going to talk to him. The very moment the door opened she could look him right into the eyes.

"Lisbon? Come in." The radio was turned on, some old stuff was playing.

"Jane, we need to talk."