A/N: So this plot bunny randomly showed up. I was bored, and this was what happened. It wasn't supposed to be so angsty, I apologize. Please don't hurt me! I believe that this is the shortest author's note I've ever written. Yay me! Thanks to lizzybeth for her amazing ninja/beta skills! xoxo Me:) (This A/N keeps getting longer...) Also, this used to be a oneshot, but it's not now, thanks to my new friend lysjelonken ! You're welcome, Zanny!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Imagine that.

Warnings: Character death and fluff (the sad kind)

Agent Teresa Lisbon knows she should wait before entering the warehouse. She is the first responder; she had taken all the shortcuts she knows of to get to the scene first. She's supposed to go in with reinforcements, not alone. Never alone. It might get her killed.

But she also knows that the only man still alive in that building won't shoot her. And she won't shoot him. She will arrest him, however. He has broken the law, and it is her job to make sure he doesn't do it again. Lisbon doesn't want to do that to him, but she will. No matter what he says or does to change her mind, Patrick Jane is going to prison for murder.

She moves quickly to the open door of the abandoned warehouse, silently turning off the safety on her gun. She expects to have to search for him, but sees him when she has taken only three steps into the building. Her eyes move to the body on the floor to see if the man is still breathing.

He isn't. She clicks the safety off and holsters her gun. As she approaches him, she can hear him crying softly. Her heart breaks for him. His sobs grow louder. As she's about to put her hand on his shoulder, he screams, falling to his knees beside the body of his enemy. Lisbon takes a step back, startled, her hand instinctively going for her gun. Is he dangerous now? Will he hurt her?

Jane turns his bloodshot blue eyes on her, staring at her, as if wondering why she is there. "Teresa?" he asks, his voice hoarse. He reaches for her, a child looking to his mother for comfort after waking from a nightmare. When he realizes she isn't getting any closer, he pulls his hand back. Then he stands up and faces her. "Where are the others?"

"They'll be here soon," Lisbon answers. "I wanted to get here first, to see if I could stop you." She looks at Red John's body resentfully and is silent.

"Are you going to arrest me?"

"Yes." She makes no move to cuff him. There is no need. "Jane, why?"

He moves nearer to her. "I had to," he says in a broken voice.

"No, you didn't!" she yells, her anger and hurt finally exploding. "You didn't have to do this! It didn't have to end this way!"

Suddenly, her back is against the wall. Jane's hands are on her shoulders, holding her there. "I'm sorry. Did you hear me? I'm sorry!" he hisses. "I never meant to hurt you or the team. I was only thinking of myself, I know, and I'm sorry!" Then he's kissing her roughly, his hands moving from her shoulders to her waist. She doesn't fight him; she kisses him back with everything she has, wanting to make him truly sorry.

He pulls away when sirens pierce the quiet night. "I'm sorry, Teresa," he whispers.

"Go," she tells him. "You need to leave, now."

He kisses her one last time. Then he's gone.

Lisbon sinks to the floor, sobbing. It's over…

When her team bursts in, she simply says, "He wasn't here." They know better than to ask questions. Later, the case is dismissed because Red John was a serial killer, and would have been sentenced to the death penalty if arrested.

Jane is gone. The only things left are his couch and the origami frog he gave Lisbon as an apology so long ago. When she returns to her office, she finds the frog and throws it away. The couch is gone the next day at her request.

A week later, there is a package for her on her desk. It's from Tahiti. She opens it to find another origami frog. Which she also throws away. Every week, though, there's another package. This lasts for about a year. Then it stops completely.

Lisbon is glad it does.

5 Years Later

Agent Teresa Lisbon wakes up early, as she always does. She walks downstairs to prepare her breakfast. As she enters the kitchen, she tenses. Something is wrong. She looks around to see that the front door is wide open. As she hurries to close it, she notices something else.

A man. There's a man in her home. She gasps, and he turns. Smiling brilliantly, he approaches her. "Hello," he murmurs, hugging her. She is frozen, unable to do anything. The man kisses her forehead. He takes her hand and places something in it. He whispers, "Keep this one."

Then he's gone. Again.

Lisbon, blinking through her tears, holds up what he has given her.

A tiny origami frog. Of course, she thinks, clutching it to her chest. Of course he would. She smiles sadly. She wants another chance, but she knows that, like the frog, she had just received her last.

TBC

A/N: Is writing angst my strong point? I'm not sure. Feel free to tell me what you think! Thanks! (Never mind; this is my shortest author's note. Woot!)