A/N: Thank you to Miss Cannibal Princess wrote my 100th review for this story!

I'm so sorry, but this is the last chapter of this story! I'm sad too…

I'll have to write a new one! Any ideas? Tell me them!


Lisbon kicked open the door.

"Leave him alone." She threatened, feeling bare and vulnerable without her gun.

"This bastard? He cheated on you, and you want me to let him go? No way. This deserves justice." Anton said, and Lisbon noticed the ice cold killer's glint in his eyes. He stepped towards Lisbon.

"Leave her out of this." Jane yelled. Anton raised his left hand, still holding the gun, and used it to hit Lisbon hard across the face. She fell to the floor.

"She is rather pesky, isn't she?" Anton remarked.

"If you put the gun down and untie me, and I'm sure we can come to some sensible conclusion to these… unfortunate events." Jane told Anton, who glared at him, his lip curled upward in a snarl. He threw a right hook, catching Jane just above his cheek. Luckily for Jane, Anton was left handed, so the punch wasn't as powerful as it could have been, but to Jane it still hurt.

"Shut up!" Anton growled.

"Why are you doing this?" Jane asked, blinking quickly to dissipate the redness that had formed behind his eyelids.

"You're cheating on your wife. It's my job to bring justice!" Anton shouted at him. "My wife divorced me for someone else. I have to stop other people getting hurt by these sort of people!"

Jane could feel the coldness of the recording device on the inside of his shirt. It was strangely comforting. Even if he did die, then there would be evidence against O'Farrell.

Lisbon fumbled for her phone, trying to keep quiet. Her head was spinning, and she felt dizzy. She hit one of the numbers on the central line of the keypad, knowing that the speed dials three, four and five were Cho, Rigsby and Grace. She muted the phone, and moved it closer to her mouth. She only managed to whisper one word before she blacked out completely.

"Back-up."

Cho's face looked shocked.

"What is it?" Van Pelt asked, having returned to the CBI car after she had seen the rest of the plan go into action. Cho didn't close his phone, as he could still hear Anton speaking to Jane. He presumed Jane was in a bad situation too.

"Lisbon needs back up. I don't think she's able to speak right now." Grace opened the door of the car and jumped out. By the type her feet hit the tarmac she was already running, closely followed by Cho and Rigsby.

The three ran into the hotel, ignoring the irritated receptionists and guests. Rigsby flashed his badge as they ran past. They easily found room 401, which was the room where Anton had been staying in. The door was already open, and they could see Jane tied up in a chair, his face bloody. Cho took the lead. Aiming his gun at Anton, he shouted:

"CBI! Drop your weapon!" Anton looked around, surprised. Then, ignoring Cho, he turned back to Jane, leveling the gun at him once again.

"I go, you go." A shot rang out. Jane slumped down in the chair, breathing heavily. Cho and Rigsby hurried over to untie him.

Grace helped Lisbon to her feet. She'd regained consciousness having been woken from it by the sharp gunshot. Grace helped her out from the room, already dialing for paramedics.

Soon enough, the paramedics were quickly done with Lisbon, much to her relief. It was only a bruise, admittedly a very large and rather painful bruise, but nevertheless it wasn't anything serious. After giving her some strong painkillers, the paramedics permitted her to go find the rest of her team. Jane was just standing up after having been patched up by the paramedics when Lisbon found them. She rushed over quickly, and hugged him tightly.

"Thank god you're alright." She whispered and Jane held her tightly, almost as if he was afraid to let her go again. The extent of his injuries had been his broken finger and cuts and bruises, luckily nothing too serious. Anton O'Farrell, however, had been less than lucky and was on his way to the morgue. Cho's shot had gone directly through his skull and lodged in his brain. Painful.

Jane's fingers brushed gently over the swollen bruise on her right cheek.

"Sorry." He apologized to her, and she smiled.

"It's not your fault. You got off worse." She answered, and he shrugged. Then, to everyone's surprise, to an extent including Jane himself, he leaned down and kissed Lisbon. On the lips.

"This is awkward." Rigsby commented, turning away slightly. Grace entwined her fingers with his.

"I guess this makes them a real item this time." She grinned. "Anyway, I think they're cute together."

Van pelt and Rigsby turned, Cho on his own. He took out his phone and opened a text he'd received just before Lisbon's distress call. It was from an old friend form high school who he hadn't seen for a while. They'd dated, but she'd had to move to the UK for her job.

Cho, it's Alyssa. I'm back in CA now. Want to go out to dinner? I'm free tonight. Xx

He typed in a reply.

I'd love to. The place where we went last time?

He turned and left Lisbon and Jane, who were by then were just standing, talking.

"We should go." Lisbon said, taking Jane's outstretched hand.

"Too right. That's enough excitement for the rest of the month." Jane commented as they headed for his car.

"Don't say that! We'll get an influx of multiple kidnappings, triple homicides and an escaped psychopath!" Lisbon warned him, and they both laughed.

"We should do that again." He suggested.

"What? The hotel spa holiday thing?" Lisbon asked.

"Well, you didn't think I was referring to almost getting killed now, did you?" Jane raised his eyebrows, and Lisbon shrugged.

"Oh, do stop overreacting."


A/N: Et je suis fini. So sorry.

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