Authors Note: So I've decided to throw my hat into the ring with the rest who've taken MyOwnWorstCritic's i pod challenge. Not nearly as hard as I thought it was going to be, and I discovered some songs that I didn't know I had. Come to think of it, I'd only listened to one of these songs before I did this. In fact, I had so much fun with it, I may do it again, you never know! Being as this is written by me, most of them tend to be a little darker, that's just what I do. No offense meant to anyone. Also, not betaed, so all mistakes are mine, hopefully there aren't any.

Disclaimer: I'm sure it goes with out saying, but the only things involved in this fic that I own are my i pod and my lap top.

The Dark I Know Well-Spring Awakening Soundtrack

He knew the darkness. It was his friend. He didn't mind the dark. He thought back to his little girl, she was afraid of the dark, always had to have night light, but now, in the dark, he feels safe. The dark hides the pain and all the evil. He feels safe in the dark. It's the light that scares him. In the light you can see everything, the lines and the fear in people's faces when they look at him when they see what he has become. A murderer. Was it worth it? He would say yes, but often he wonders if it really was. So he lays there in the darkness every night, and enjoys it, for in the morning he knows that they will be looking at him again, judging him, and he will be found guilty.

New-No Doubt

She pushed back deeper into him and pulled his arms closer around her. She liked this comfort that she felt in his arms. She knew it wasn't what should have happened, but it had happened and there was no turning back now.

"Patrick?" She asked not knowing if he were asleep or not.

"Humm?" He asked lazily and groggily.

"What do we do now?"

"We go to work in the morning, and we smile and act like this never happened. You go back to Rigsby, and I go back to Lisbon and it will all be ok. And we never let this happen again."

She nodded against his chest. They would pretend that this never happened which was for the best. She was getting married in a month and he was living with his girlfriend and they were at a seedy motel outside of town, and as much as she had enjoyed it and the comfort, it would never happen again.

Jigsaw Puzzle-Rolling Stones

"It's a puzzle man." Rigsby said, "You're supposed to look at all the pieces and wait for a match to jump out at you."

"No, that would never work. You have to do the edges first, then the rest just happens." Cho said contradicting him.

"You're both right." Van Pelt said, losing her inner battle not to join them in their activity. "You do the edges and then the middle, and if you stare at it long enough, it will all come together, but it will never happen if you don't actually open the box."

Jane tried not to laugh from his place on the couch. They were arguing over the puzzle and they hadn't even opened the box yet. He stood up and shook his head at them. He was going to give his two cents when Lisbon standing over her desk caught his attention. He made his way to her office and opened the door.

"If you so much as touch a single thing on this desk Jane, so help me I will shoot you." Lisbon said, not bothering to look up.

On her desk was the same puzzle as the one the rest of the team had been arguing about for the last hour. She had started hers at the same time she gave them theirs. And she had four pieces left to put in. "Oh, and tell Cho he owes me 20 bucks."

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

He loved Christmas. His dad would dress as Santa and pass out presents and his mom would laugh. And they would always sing "I saw mama kissing Santa Clause" as they kissed under the mistletoe.

He shook his head, coming out of the memories. What had made him think of that anyway? Oh, yes, the radio was playing an older Christmas song, one that his parents had both loved. He hadn't thought of them in years. He found that he preferred these memories to the ones he usually thought of and smiled.

His Love is a Circle-Providence

She hadn't been to church in ages. Sure she went on Christmas and Easter, she'd been raised a good Christian girl until her mother had died. But she had fallen out of practice as she got older and had eventually only kept going on those two important days.

But she needed the added support today. She had arrested her best friend for murder today. He knew she was going to do it, had known for years. And she had known she was going to have to do it. She was sure with the right lawyer he would get off.

They could argue it was in self defense, although, the fact that there had been a CBI agent standing there watching the whole time would detract from that. Lisbon would not lie on the witness stand. She would probably not be called to testify, even thought she had been the arresting officer.

She would testify if asked and she would tell them that she knew what was going to happen, and she didn't stop it. She couldn't risk that man getting out on a technicality, so she had just watched Jane slit his throat, while she held a gun on Red John. She had seen and not stopped and that was why she was here.

Mazurka in B Flat Major Op. 7/1-Chopin

His wife had played the piano. She had been teaching their daughter too, when they were killed. When he got back from the cemetery on the day they were buried the first thing he did was sit down at the piano. He had bought it for her as a wedding present, surprising her when they got back from their honey moon with it being there in the living room.

Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep-The Mormon Tabernacle Choir

She couldn't sleep. This was nothing new. For the past nine months she had been having problems sleeping. At first it had been the 24 hour morning sickness, then the backaches, and then the heart burn and constant kicking. And now, now it was the thought that if she went to sleep she might miss something.

Her little boy had been here for less than a day, and already she was afraid she might miss something. She was standing there in her robe, stoking the top of his head with her hand, noticing the hospital bracelet on her wrist she smiled. She never thought she would get here. In the hospital with a baby of her own. One who looked so much like his daddy. Who knew it would be possible for a baby to be born with so many curls on his head? Or eyes that blue? She just didn't want to miss one second of it. She felt arms go around her waist and smiled.

"I just don't want to miss anything" he whispered into her ear.

Build God, Then We'll Talk-Panic at the Disco

I sighed. It makes me sad to see such a beautiful building being torn down. It makes me think of death, and I can't stand that. I spent too many years in the Army, worried that the next mortar attack or gun battle could be my last for me to be thinking about death now.

But I had to in this line of work. I turned to the blond man standing next to me. "We should go"

"Wait, they're about to blow it up, that's my favorite part."

So sad, the one person who surrounded himself by death willingly. He was the reason that I had to think about death constantly. Going anywhere with him was an experiment in mortality. He had caught himself on fire, went running from gun battles, and on more than one occasion had had a gun pointed at his face. Really, if anyone was going to cause my death, it was going to be him.

Graceland-Paul Simon

She liked 70's music; there was just something about the funky beat that made her want to hit the dance floor. She hadn't expected to go dancing tonight, really the whole team had just been out at a bar, trying to relax after the case they had been on. She hadn't even picked the song off the jukebox, someone else in the bar had, but when she heard the disco beat, she just couldn't help it. She hadn't given him a chance to say no before she grabbed his arm and pulled him out on the floor.

Now they had been dancing for hours, others in the bar had joined them, but the rest of the team had long since left. It was as if it was just the two of them now, trying to forget a horrible case with the beat of the music and the rhythm of their steps.

The song slowed and she found her steps slowing as well and her lips moving closer to his. Every cell in her brain tells her not to, but every other cell in her body is telling her it's the right thing, so when she finally kisses him, their first honest to goodness kiss, it is slow and hard, then fast and deep and perfect and if they can barely make it out to her car, it's no fault of her own, but the music.

32 Flavors-Alana Davis

She's not what he thought she was when he met her. She's an enigma, and every time he thinks he knows her, she shows something else that just shows that he's wrong.

He couldn't do it; tonight he had met Red John face to face the first time. And he couldn't kill him. He had tried, God knows he had tried, but in the end Red John had just ended up laughing at him, not even having the decency to kill him.

And while he had been weeping there on the floor in shame he heard a shot ring out. When he turned he saw her standing over his body the gun pointing at it.

"Self defense." Was all she said and he nodded. He was never going to say otherwise. He had never thought she would do it, arrest him, yes, kill him, no.

She never ceased to amaze him. Every time he thought he had her figured out, she surprised him again. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it just made him think.