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P.J | help

"I need your help," Jane said, barging into your office.

It wasn't a secret that Patrick was erratic. He made decisions based on winning the cases, no matter what the risks were. Most of the time, he put himself in danger, which was why you were wary of what he wanted now. The current case was connected with Red John too, which made everything worse.

"I won't do it," you replied, shaking your head. "Whatever you're going to do, don't. Wait for Lisbon."

"I have a better plan—"

"Nope, you're not doing it."

"Do you want to catch Red John or not?"

You sighed. "I do, but that's not what you want to do. You can't as long as you're still haunted by ghosts."

"Like I'm the only one," he said, his voice dropping. "You know a thing or two about losing loved ones too. Out of everyone, I thought you'd understand."

"Don't drag that into this," you warned, your heart clenching at the flashbacks of your first boyfriend, who didn't even get to grow up. "Don't you dare drag him into this."

"No matter how much of a saint you say you are," he whispered, his eyes serious. "If there was no one in this room except you, his murderer, and a knife — you'll paint your hands red. I know it, you know it."

You clenched your teeth, but something inside didn't want you to object to his claim. Instead, you gave in with a frown.

"Fine, what do you need help with?"

"Knew I could trust you," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that already made you regret your decision.