(A/N): Hey, just a heads up to anyone who reads this fic or any other one's of mine: I'm going completely insane. I am getting really disheartened with the lack of reviews, so I'm doing a sort of spring cleaning. The incomplete stories I don't get reviews on in the next week will be deleted. The only ones I won't delete are the complete ones and two new ones I am putting up in a minute. Other than that, any stories can and will be deleted. Review to save them and get an update of them.
Anyway, probably ooc, au, whatever you want to call it. If you're going to be nasty, at least make it constructive, okay? Thanks.
I do not own the mentalist.
Once she was downstairs again, she turned to Jane, anger colouring her features once more. "Explain. Now. Before I change my mind and just kick you out right now."
Jane held his hands up defensively. "Don't shoot woman!" He began playfully, but Lisbon's pointed glare told him that he wasn't a million miles away from what she felt the urge to do to him.
"Explain yourself, or that might begin to sound even more appealing than it does right now." Lisbon crossed her arms across her chest defensively, and Jane looked down at the ground. It was going to take a lot more than hearts and flowers to get this woman to forgive him.
"Where would you like me to start?" Jane asked hesitantly, his voice low and ashamed. Lisbon's face didn't change even a fraction.
Jane swallowed heavily. She would ask him to start at the hardest part. He cleared his throat. No matter what he thought or how hard it would be for him, she deserved the entire truth, and nothing but the truth.
"Well, you were there for the final confrontation. Red John…
As the smoke cleared, they both breathed sighs of pure relief to see the other unharmed. However, the relief was short lived as they caught sight of the man stood between them with an evil grin lurking on his face.
"Aww, how sweet. The devil has fallen in love with the saint. How cute."
Lisbon couldn't help but respond. "You love me? Eww."
Red John's jaw clenched. "I know what you're thinking, my dear, but I am not the devil. The wonderful mister Jane is."
Lisbon shook her head in immediate disgust for the serial killer, and Red John was clearly angry as he harshly slapped Lisbon across her pale cheek. Lisbon wasted no time in kicking his legs out from under him and sitting on his chest, even though her hands were bound behind her back and she couldn't get them free.
He began rolling something in his mouth as he spoke for the last time. "My legacy will live on. Those who see me as a saviour will live up to my name and continue my work per my instructions for them. I wish you both well, but I won't ever see the inside of a courtroom again, and mister Jane will not get the pleasure of revenge that he has desired for so long. Goodbye."
He broke the tiny capsule containing a lethal amount of cyanide, and the two people also in the room could do nothing except watch as he breathed in on last ragged breath before going completely still.
"Well, I figured I knew what Red John was talking about. So I went in search of all his disciples. I worked with a CIA agent I believe you know. His name's Steve."
"Yeah, I know Steve." Lisbon's tone was flat, almost bored. Jane swallowed heavily once again, but continued.
"Well, Steve also knew you too well, apparently, and knew what my disappearance must have been doing to you. He literally tied me up on a plane and left me in a heap at one of the more private airfields in Sacramento. Told me if I didn't make it up with you then he'd kill me, though that was only if you didn't get to me first."
Lisbon's face twisted into a small smile. "Yeah, that sounds like Steve, alright." Her face suddenly turned serious and blank again. "Why did you scare Lauren like that?"
Jane looked uncomfortably at the ground, shifting his weight slightly from side to side. "I didn't mean to."
"That's not what I asked."
"Well, I wanted to see you, but I didn't know what your reaction was gonna be." Lisbon shot him a pointed glare. "Okay, so maybe I had an idea of what your reaction would be. And maybe I was scared."
"So you decided to scare an innocent child instead?"
"I didn't mean to, woman. I saw you leaving the park with her yesterday, and I honestly wondered why you'd kept her a secret all this time. I couldn't just walk up to you and go, 'how long you kept the kid a secret for and why didn't you tell me', could I?"
Lisbon looked him straight in the eye. "You were outside the ice cream parlour too, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but I chickened out at the last minute."
Lisbon nodded. "And you saw me with Lauren and assumed I'd lied to everyone for years."
"No." Lisbon looked at him incredulously. "Okay, maybe I did."
Jane, she is my little girl. But I only signed the adoption papers today."
Now it was Jane's turn to look incredulous. "What?"
"She was the victim of physical and psychological abuse for years Jane. She has haphephobia and refuses to let anyone other than me near her at any time. Now do you understand why she's scared shitless of you?"
Jane nodded his head, though he looked completely ashamed of himself. "How can I make it up to you Lisbon? I'll do anything."
"There's only one thing you can do."
"Anything. I'll do anything."
"You have to make it all up to Lauren before I'll consider anything."
"I can cope with being completely crushed Jane, but I won't put up with you hurting a ten year old child, even more so now that she's my daughter. You're going to either make it up to her or leave again, but don't bother coming back this time. Or I just might have to give Steve a call."
"So in order to make it up to you, I first have to make it up to Lauren?"