Another story that I was asked to do! I hope you all like it!

Warnings: Violence, Sex, Jane as Red John.

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A groan left Kimball's lips as his hand came out from under the blankets to reach for his phone. Squinting at the screen he saw that it was a message from his boss letting him know that they had a case to solve.

Dropping the phone down he moved so he was on his side his hand moving towards the other side of the bed. When his hand didn't come in contact with another body the agent side and opened his eyes once more.

He had hoped that when he woke up his lover would still be asleep next to him. That didn't happen often though. Patrick was not the type of person that stayed the night. No matter how much both of them wanted him to.

Kimball knew that it was hard on the man moving on from his wife and daughters murder. Despite having told him that it wasn't his fault he knew the older man blamed himself for it. He probably always would.

When their relationship first started Patrick had been afraid. Something that he'd never thought he'd see. Even with everything that had happened to him the faux-psychic was one of the strongest people that he knew.

That did nothing to stop the fear he had when it came to bringing more people into his life. The last thing he wanted was to have Red John come after anyone else. The killer had already proven that he was willing to do just about anything.

In truth the agent could fault him for his thinking. He had known that going into their relationship though. For how long they had been together he was surprised by everything that they had done together.

In the short six months he had learned more about the older man than he had ever thought he'd know. It might be a slow process, but he was willing to wait until Patrick was ready to move past what they were already doing.

It was odd to think, but Kimball had never really taken it slow in a relationship. He never had a point when they simply sat together getting to know each other. That was probably a lot sadder than it seemed.

It wasn't that he hadn't dated or had any serious relationships. He normally dated people that he already knew and had known for a long time. The few blind dates that he had been set up with had all ended horribly.

He knew that he wasn't exactly a normal person. He came on too strongly and usually was in control of the situation. He rarely smiled and his humor was Sahara dry. He acted as if he was a soldier even when he wasn't on the clock. No one really wanted to have to deal with that from a date.

Because of this it had been awhile since he had gone on a real date. At least gone on a date where he knew that it was going to go somewhere. That was what he had thought when Jane had asked him for coffee after work one night.

At first he had thought that it was going to be all of them going out. Then he showed up at the address that the man had given him. Instead of the bars that they normally went to it was a decent looking diner.

It hadn't taken all that long to find the older man in one of the booths near the back. Sadly, it had taken longer than he liked to admit before he realized that no one else on the team was going to be joining them.

Kimball hadn't known what to do when he realized that it wasn't a normal work get together. It should have been obvious though. Patrick was not the type that decided he wanted to hang out after work. He usually had to be dragged kicking by Lisbon.

Looking back on that meeting Kimball was happy that the older man had decided to take that step. Mostly because it was one that he would never have been able to push the man into taking that leap himself.

Sighing he shook the thoughts from his head. He had a job to do and having his mind focused on his lover was not going to help anyone. He was not going to let their relationship interfere with his job.

It didn't take long before he was dressed and heading to the crime scene. It was, of course, in the middle of nowhere. So in the middle of nowhere that the drive itself had taken him almost two hours.

Looking around he saw the Lisbon and Patrick… No, they were at work it was Jane. He saw Lisbon and Jane were already at the scene along with local P.D. If he was right it would be at least another half hour to an hour before Van Pelt or Rigsby joined them.

"Hey, Cho," Lisbon greeted him when he walked up to the two, "Triple homicide. Looks like it happened a few hours ago, but I have the local Leo's are canvasing the area. It's doubtful that the shooter is still around though."

"Of course he's not around anymore," Jane jumped in with a smile, "Perfect place to kill people and get away with it. How did we hear about this again?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to answer the consultant just as a bang echoed through the air. After all his years in the field as a soldier and a police officer and even as a gangbanger he knew the sound of a gun.

Both her and Kimball reached for their guns eyes darting around looking for the shooter, but it was two in the morning. Other than the lights pointed at the house and a handful of flashlights there was no way to see.

Reaching back the agent grabbed onto Jane's arm ready to start to pull him somewhere safe. He only got a step towards the car before pain blossomed on his side and he fell dragging the older man down with him.

"Cho!" he heard a voice yell above him.

Stronger hands rolled him onto his side before pressing down on the wound. Gasping loudly his eyes shot open staring up at the man. Jane was hovering above him his normally playful blue eyes dark as he looked around the area.

"You're going to be okay, Kimball," Jane offered his voice sounding so different than normal, "You're going to be okay and I'm going to kill that bastard."