A/N: Just a drabble rolling around in my head tonight. I don't own anything, please review? Thanks.

He never actually loved her.

He had used her, of course, and he had liked her, she was a valuable ally and he even thought they were friends at one time. He had led her on, and he knew that was wrong but rules never really applied to him.

Well, not anymore, they didn't. Maybe they did, years ago, but one could never be sure.

He knew it all along, in the way she looked at him, stealing glances. How she always helped him out of tough spots and how her threats never came through. He saw it in the way that although he crossed lines and boundaries time after time after time how she would never let him go. She cursed at him and slapped him and threatened him, but at the end of the day none of it really mattered.

He could not let her distract him from his goal.

Because from day one, he promised that he would do whatever it took to slaughter the bastard like it had slaughtered his family. And if that meant hurting a few people on the way, so be it. His conscious could handle it.

Sometimes she blindly wondered out loud about afterwards, like there was such a thing. She always failed to grasp that there wasn't a future, at least not for Patrick Jane. He had never told her that, of course, and never would. He was not an evil man and had destroyed her enough. He had hinted at it a few times, but she never did catch on.

After the fact, when they were speaking to each other, he drenched in blood and she-normal, as always. Wearing the same work clothes, but a different expression.

"What will you do now?" she had asked, her voice barely a whisper.

She appeared so dismal at the time, like she had known all along that she was merely a pawn, but wanted it so badly not to be true. He had crushed her, and he hardly felt a twinge.

He considered her question and thought about the plan. There was nothing left for him here. She was destroyed, and he had no need for the CBI anymore. He supposed he could stay in his house for the rest of his life, but there would be an atrocious amount of waiting, and he was never really the patient type.

He felt the gold band on his finger, slick with blood. It was a reminder, a promise, till death do we part. That he would avenge their deaths. The only love he ever had.

So he looked at her. His blue eyes met her own green and he told her truth.

"I will see my family now."

PS: If you can guess what the title means you get... a... a... the satisfaction of being a know it all. ;u;