I decided after watch the first episode of The Mentalist that I was going to write this story. I just love the way he just asks, "did you kill your daughter". Bit too forward lol. Anyway hope you enjoy.

Not My faultFour days before

"Why is it every time I come in with back up you have a gun pointed at your head?" asked Lisbon as she and Patrick Jane made their way to the car.

"I don't know but it seems every time I do you catch the guy or girl!" replied Jane as he leant against the side of the car "surely you find all my near death experiences helpful?"

Lisbon shook her head in disbelief as she got into the drivers seat of the vehicle. All Jane could do was smile at her reaction. Lisbon pulled the car away from it previous spot and drove off back to the office. Still secretly amused by Jane's comment.

Present day

"There's no need to shoot anybody!" said Jane as he held his hands up. He took small steps towards the Gunman "Ben, killing him is not going to bring your sister back." They had been investigating the murder of a 20-year-old girl. The killer had no covered his tracks very well and Jane had figured out who had done it very quickly. The brother had been very close to his sister and upon finding out who had done it immediately decided to avenge his sister.

"He killed my sister," said Ben as he shook the gun in his first attempt to ready himself for what he was going to do.

"Yes and he will be punished. But you can't take the law into your own hands."

Ben then turned the gun on Jane, his anger burned intensely in his eyes.

"You shut up. I have to do this," said Ben as tears fell from his tired eyes.

"No you don't" replied Jane as he took another step closer to Ben. He knew Lisbon was outside; she had been trying to sort out a vehicle to take away the murderer. Ben had told her he needed to talk to Patrick Jane, believing him, she had told him that Patrick was inside and let him walk in. Jane had been waiting outside the door of the room the murderer had been held in. Ben had pulled out the gun and forced Jane to let him in. Jane knew if shots were fired Lisbon would get in big trouble. So he decided to try his hardest to make sure no shots where fired. The question was; how long was he going to have to keep it up for, before someone came to get the murderer?

Ben was furious now. He bit back the need to scream in anger.

"Will you stop trying to change my mind?" said Ben said once again, he shook the gun at Jane. What happened next he did not expect. The gun fired. The bullet hit Jane in the shoulder. Jane dropped to his knees as he clutched his shoulder. What he had been trying to avoid had happened. A shot had been fired; Lisbon would get in trouble for this.

"Oh my god" said Ben as stared Jane. He knew that it was to late to turn back now. He had to kill the murdered of his sister. He finally plucked up the courage; he knew that Lisbon and her team would be in soon after hearing the gunshot. Once again he turned the gun on his sisters killer, his finger firmly on the trigger. In one moment of bravery to him, he pulled the trigger.

Lisbon kicked down the door, Cho and Rigsby at her side, their guns drawn. It was too late though; the murderer was dead. Ben was glued to the spot, he had done it, he had killed his sister's murderer.

"DROP THE GUN" shouted Lisbon; she had yet to see Jane.

Jane's arm bled freely but knowing Lisbon, as soon as she spotted him he would be off to hospital and made to stay there. He felt dizzy, but that didn't stop him from getting up.

"Ben its over" he said as he got up, nausea threatening to get the better of him.

"Rigsby, Cho, get him out of here" said Lisbon as she holstered her weapon. Her colleagues followed her orders without question. Lisbon made her way to Jane, noticing how he was holding his shoulder she immediately began to worry.

"Are you ok?"

"Its nothing. Just a scratch" he knew he wasn't going to get rid of her that easily. Once again nausea over took him. This time causing him to loose balance only for Lisbon to catch him.

"That's more than a scratch," she said as she helped Jane to his feet.

Much to Jane's distaste, Lisbon insisted on helping him outside. She had called an ambulance. Usually there would be one at the scene but seeing as nobody expected there to be a shooting, there wasn't.

"So how did my ending up at gun point help you this time?" asked Jane as Lisbon gingerly helped him onto a bench."

"Other than end up with a dead body, a innocent man becoming a killer and a colleague ending up being shot, not a lot" Lisbon paused "I am going to be in so much trouble for this"

"You didn't know that he was going to pull a gun out"

"I should have checked him"

Jane didn't argue, He knew Lisbon would never stop blaming herself; She hated it when her colleagues were hurt. It made her feel as if she was unfit to lead them. She knew they didn't blame her; it was part of the job. But it was too much for her to consider. She knew that Jane didn't blame her for what happened. She knew that he would be at the office tomorrow, whether he should be or not. His cocky sense of humour brightening up everyone's morning. She smiled at that. Maybe everything would turn out ok. Only time would tell.

Well there it is, a crap ending to a crap story. Well please review anyway. Thanks for reading.