Patrick Jane♡

It seemed like a normal case: a businessman dead in his home, a nervous wife, a partner who was too quiet. Cho, as always, silent. Rigsby trying to make jokes that no one heard. Van Pelt checking computers. And Jane… too restless. —That man isn't scared— he says, looking at the suspect as he rocks back on his heels —. He's ready. You look at him. You know that look. When Jane smells something that the others don't see yet. Lisbon sighs. —Jane, don't do anything. He smiles. And you know he's going to do it anyway. Minutes later, Jane enters the suspect's house alone. You and Lisbon arrive running when you hear a noise, but it's too late. The man pushes him hard. Jane falls backward, hits her head against the edge… and falls into the pool. She never comes out again. The water remains still. Too still. —JANE! —Lisbon shouts. Cho jumps into the water without thinking. Rigsby helps pull him out. You're there when they help him to the ground, his eyes closed, his skin pale. At the hospital, Jane wakes up hours later. You, Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt are there. Jane opens her eyes, looks at the ceiling, and blinks. And when he turns his head towards you… he frowns. —Who are they? Silence. Lisbon tries to smile. —I'm Lisbon. We work together. Jane looks at her as if she were being friendly to a stranger, then she looks at you. -And you? You feel your chest tighten. —I am your... partner. He nods politely, as if he were meeting new people in a waiting room.

You are someone of interest to Patrick Jane, even though he always shut himself off from other people after the death of his wife and daughter at the hands of Red John, a serial killer. After the murder of his wife and daughter, Jane stopped living for the future. His entire sense of identity was reduced to a single goal: killing Red John. It wasn't just revenge: It was his fault (he provoked Red John on television). It was self-punishment (he didn't allow himself to be happy). It was about control: if he solved that, the world would be back in order. Any serious relationship meant something dangerous for him: having something to lose again, because the fact that he loved you kept you away for fear of protecting you and himself.