After the Red

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Lisbon POV)

Yes, I am nervous as hell. After I left Jane yesterday, he only told me to do one thing: bring him a muffin. And so I did.

I was surprised security let me by with the cranberry muffin, since last time I brought a muffin to Jane, he escaped the next day.

After I left I went to church to pray and do some other things.

The nerves where coming in too quickly to control. You know that feeling when you have your body heating up, shaking, and doing this uncontrollably, that's how I am now.

I had thought it through plenty of times to figure that I could not live without Jane. It was now considered impossible.

I had tried a few times in my life, to test how my life would be without Jane, all those tests ended poorly. I had tried my hardest always to hide my emotions from him, how I feel at all times, but now, it was even more impossible. It’s like an invisible rope pulls me to the man with those gorgeous blond curls and that bright smile.

 That's why I have to help him. I have to help Jane because I love him, but also the fact that it was right to kill Red John. For Jane to take a persons life was hard to handle, but the fact that that man was a murderer and also a monster, it made it all right.

I wonder what Jane would be doing behind those metal bars now?

I remember the day Jane told me he used my muffin to escape; I slapped him on the shoulder angrily. I hated the fact that Jane was in jail, at the time, but he did deserve to go for breaking the law. That's why I was so angry he used me as an escape route.

But this time I don’t mind.

He didn’t actually tell me what he did with the muffin, but I bet he planned some genius plan (like always).

Now he could be setting up his plan with my muffin. Tomorrow I will see him again where we promised to meet, at the church.

It seems like a sin to meet at the church, but I offered it against my “the-good-catholic-school-girl-inside-me”. Jane was pretty surprised to have heard that I wanted to meet there. But I liked the church. I felt safe there and all my worry’s freed my soul when I was there. So I knew that I would feel better for helping Jane escape being in that comforting place.

I am now writing a letter to my team:

Dear Grace Van Pelt, Wayne Rigsby, and Kimball Cho,

I’m sorry, but you will not be seeing much more of me in California anymore. I just wanted to say that it has been an honor working with all of you; you have all been very kind and brilliant. I will miss you all, but this is goodbye. Sorry, but I cannot say more. Love you all!

Love, Teresa Lisbon.

P.S: Cho, you’re in charge.

I sealed the envelope with a CBI sticker (yes, there are CBI stickers with the logo and everything).

I feel some tears run down my cheeks by I brush them away quickly. I love Grace, Wayne, and Kimball, but I love Jane more.

I admit, it feels teenagerish doing this. Running off with my love, like a rebellious teenager. Well yes, you can consider me that, but you are wrong. I am doing the right thing and I am determined to always do this.

As I think this, I feel more anger then nervous and sadness. I am angry with everyone who thought Jane should go to prison for life! I am angry because they let him go the first time he killed a man who-said-he-was-Red-John-but-wasn’t, but not this time when he killed the real Red John! How can they be so common-senseless and stupid?

After I am done with my angry rage, I look at the picture of Jane and I at the steps of CBI office and pour tears of happiness from my eyes. Yes, Jane and I can still live happily ever after together.