Well hello guys! I'm back from the dead! Alright, I'm not being 100% honest with you. I've been on Wattpad a lot, but I was kind of discouraged to write more chapters for this story. So I kind of let it hang around in my published stories section and probably, if you guys got an update, in your library. I decided it'd be plain horrible and evil to just leave you guys be with the ending of the last chapter so I decided after a long rant about how to continue, to end this story in a few chapters. I'm going to start writing again. Who knows I might get carried away (like I always do) and make this story even longer than I wanted it to be.

Oh and I've got some more news. On The Run has reached 1.63 K reads! Like holy freaking flying fridges in cookie jars! That's amazing. I can't thank you guys enough for reading that story AND this one. In case you haven't read that story yet, please take a look! It's completed and it includes Jisbon! 

Anyway, I hope you're excited for the next upcoming chapters. I promise, I'll try and make the best out of it. I had to read through the entire story myself since I had completely forgotten what happened in the past few chapters. Whoops. And I'm once again talking too much. My sincere apologies. Whoops. 

She could kill Marcus Pike, she was sure of it. Him bringing up all this old memories had made her rigid like fury, as mad as a kid who didn't get a lollypop because he had done something good. 

Lisbon entered the bullpen with a face dark as gathering storm clouds. Some rookies looked up at the agent who had just barged in, astonished. Some older agents ignored her and kept on doing what they were doing; this wasn't the first time an agent had stamped in like that. Agent Wylie on the contrary, walked up behind her to ask her what was going on.

Lisbon heavily let herself fall into her desk chair. She couldn't believe she used to date that guy. Of course, he had seemed sweet, he still acted caring, kind and ... like a boyfriend should act. She slouched in the chair as she continued her inner rant about this two guys falling for you drama. Occasionally she would catch herself doing it and straighten up, sitting taller, much more erect. She didn't want to wind up being an old granny who can't walk properly anymore because of aggravating back-pain, but within a few more minutes of sitting like that, she had forgotten and resumed her slouching posture.

No, Lisbon. Forget it. This guy was a horrible stalker, he had pretended to care about Jane, while he wanted to murder him. Well, that hasn't been clarified yet, but she was deep down sure of it. Her gut told her Pike couldn't be trusted in any kind of way. 

Or was that what Jane wanted her to think? He had been jealous of their relationship since the beginning. What if he wanted to keep Marcus away from her while he just wanted to stay in contact with her? Marcus had acted really sweet during their relationship. He called regularly, even when there wasn't anything to talk about. 

Jane only called her to tell her he was in trouble, again.

Marcus did run through flames to save Jane. Had it been deceit to get closer to her? Was it a reason to keep in touch? She must admit, that's kind of flattering. 

"Lisbon? You look troubled. What's going on?" 

She looked up at the younger, extremely light blonde haired agent standing in front of her. She didn't even realize he was standing there, inner conflicts can really take you out of reality for a moment. That's probably the reason why Jane never payed attention to her stories or orders in the Red John time, the darker ages as the agents on the bureau called it. He had been in an inner conflict with himself, about the death of his family. 

But that's a tale everyone knows already.

"It's okay, I just had a bad lunch." she lied. As if he didn't notice. Fortunately for her, he didn't ask anything further more and went back to programming or - whatever, she didn't know anyway. Pondering about how Wylie programmed a computer or file wasn't her main concern right now. It was a huge accomplishment she could make her own document in Word, she was even able to save it all by herself, which is definitely an exaggeration. Ha. No she knew how to word with Excel too and face it, not many people know how Excel works. Filling blank spaces in with a random color isn't how it exactly works, pal. 

Back at the park, Jane wandered around, taking small bites out of his freshly just bought taco. He knew Lisbon would forget to buy him one - she always did since buying tacos for her ' boyfriend' wasn't important enough to take up her time. So fifteen minutes after she had left, he got up from the couch - his couch - grabbed his coat and went outside to get himself a nice treat. 

He observed teenagers having fun on rollerblading tracks, tennis courts, basketball courts, water parks and skate boarder basins. Some hung around vendors with hotdogs and burgers. The park seemed like an amusement park instead of a normal park where elderly were supposed to sit down and watch the birds who picked up seeds thrown on the ground by some old lady or man. Jane looked around, trying to find such an occasion as he took another bite from his taco. He was certain he'd buy another one once he had finished this one.

That's when he saw a woman walking around on the playground where parents where children were playing and parents talking among each other.  The woman wasn't beautiful in the classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of blue. She was shorter than average and certainly larger than a catwalk model, perhaps even taller than him, but he wasn't sure from the distance he was standing. His eyes followed the woman sit down on a bench nearby the playground. She looked bugged, as she was peering out into the distance, clearly looking for something, or rather someone. 

Jane looked at his watch, realizing he wasn't wearing one. 

"Hm. I still have enough time to help this woman out." he thought, took a last bite of his sandwich before throwing the serviette in a bin that was standing close to him, and manouvred in the direction of where the woman sat. She didn't look up as he sat down next to her and stared at the playing children on the playground. From closer by, Jane could observe her better. The woman had a warm chestnut colour hair and pastel white skin which made her pink lips stand out. Her cheeks were rouged and she was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey shirt; a simple woman, beautiful, but simple.

"Is one of them yours?" he asked politely. It wasn't his intention to scare her off or to make her think he was trying to hit on her. Jane was only observing to find a solution to her problem, whatever that was.

She managed to nod and shrug at the same time, meaning she had either lost her child, or she was planning on kidnapping one from the playground. He preferred the first one.

"I lost mine. Can't find her anywhere..."

Bingo.

"What does she look like?"

The woman turned to him, facing him now. She had eyes holding the color of deep green forest pools, they were sad eyes, tired, bored eyes. Despite the color being so attractive to look at, her eyes lacked soul, determination, emotion. Had he looked the same way when he had lost his wife and child?

"She's got blond, curly hair, blue eyes as bright as oceans. She's about five year old, small, and is wearing a dark blue dress."

Jane tried to picture the little girl in his head, but he couldn't as it kept reminding him of his own daughter. He couldn't help but imagine his own daughter wearing a dark blue dress. She would've looked absolutely stunning, if only she was still alive. Sigh. Thinking about his family made him awkward at times, and this was such a moment. He didn't want to talk about the appearance of this girl anymore.

"Your eyes," he began. "They match the grass...exactly." 

"Ehm, well that's nice of you to say."

"No emotion." 

"What?"

"Have you ever seen grass crying?" he blurted out.

"Not that I know of... Why?" she stuttered, feeling awkward by his abnormal question. It wasn't everyday a stranger walked up to you and asked if you'd ever seen grass crying before. She had stumbled upon some strange types in this city, definitely. But she had never met a person who'd approached her in such a weird manner, probably something she should write down in her agenda - which she of course, didn't have. That would be childish, right?

"Never mind. Speak again, what's your daughter's name?"

"Why would you want to know? From my perception, this is none of your business at all." 

"Okay." he got up from the bench, there was nothing more to do for this woman if she didn't even want to tell him the name of her child, bummer. 

"Wait." her hand touched his, she stopped him and gestured him to sit down again. Oh, so it seemed she did want help after all. He lowered himself down and sat, staring at her as she was once again peering into the distance. Not being able to figure out whether she was looking at the children or either just some trees, he found himself staring too. He looked at the little humans as they played. The colorful swings grew wings as they merilly jumped up and down accompanied by some children with smiles from ear to ear. Parents were having conversations about possibly how good and intelligent their children were, spatting out compliment after compliment. He'd had similar conversations, and hated them with his heart. Parents made these small conversations into a competition whose child the best was - horrible if you'd ask. He always tried to avoid discussions between such self-centered parents. 

"Charlotte."

His thoughts disturbed, he looked at the woman.

"What?"

"Her name is Charlotte." she said, tilting her head a little, revealing a rather eerie smirk.