So Razzl and I have decided to write a story of our own! And I would give you a synopsis but I think that might ruin it. ; )

Anyways Razzl wrote this so all the credit goes to her!

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Chapter 1

Janet's POV

I sat in my car, anxious about what I plan to do. I'm so used to keeping my feelings to myself, that the very idea of... of being in love scares me. However Teresa deserves to know. Red John is still out there, though. If he found out, then everything I have would be destroyed.

"She still deserves to know." I mutter to myself. Which is why I'm parked outside of her apartment. It's about ten o'clock, and the last fiery rays of the sun have disappeared over the horizon. I glance up at the night sky through my window and gathers my courage.

As I step out of the car into the warm night air, I feel a little uneasy. Something is off, but I brush it off as nerves. The journey to her floor is a blur, and suddenly I'm knocking on her door. She answers with a perplexed frown. "Jane, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean by that, I'm simply stopping by to say hello." I cheerfully say.

"No, you aren't. What's wrong?" She states, clearly not amused.

"Alright, alright. I have something to tell you." I confess.

Her expression grows more worried. "Is this about....?"

Of course, she thinks this involves Red John. "Oh, no, Teresa." I honestly state. "He has nothing to do with this. What I want to say is that-"

Suddenly, all the lights flash, and they go out. "What the hell?" She mutters.

I'm about to respond when I see a dark figure moving toward Lisbon. On instinct, I step in front of her, and I feel a jarring pain to my skull. Unfortunately, I don't pass out. I just lie on the ground with the mind-numbing pain never ceasing. I can see Lisbon grabbing a flashlight from inside her apartment. The light from the flashlight illuminates only an empty hallway, and at the very end, a door swinging shut.

Although this pain is scrambling my thoughts, I can still read Lisbon perfectly, and I can see her indecision between chasing whoever it was, or staying with me. I can see her choosing to stay with me. Her emerald eyes are the last thing I see before my vision finally clouds over, and the world goes black.