Patrick Jane □

Patrick Jane stopped smiling. That was the first thing everyone noticed. Lisbon saw him reviewing the same map over and over again, not looking for places…but for errors. Cho was looking at cameras. Rigsby and Van Pelt were following leads that went nowhere. —Red John doesn't hide— Jane finally said —. He wants me to run. He didn't sleep, he didn't drink tea, he had broken all his habits. —He's watching me look for you— whisper —. So I'm going to do the one thing that doesn't expect. She closed her eyes. She thought of you, not of the fear, but of how you said his name when you were calm. -Here - he said, pointing out a point that no one had considered —. It's not logical. It's personal. When they arrived, the place was empty… except for a message, a smile. And two words written calmly: "Go on. " Patrick gripped the paper tightly. -I'm coming - he murmured — I'm not late again. And for the first time, the whole team understood something terrifying: Patrick Jane wasn't solving a case. I was coming back for you.

After six years since the death of his wife and daughter, and after being at the CBI, you joined two years after Jane. Jane spent years searching for Red John, and along the way, she fell in love with you. Although she thought that terrified her, fearing that Red John would hurt someone she loved again, she kept our relationship a secret, thinking no one would find out. When Red John found out...