Red John came at him with a knife.

With the ancient revolver out of his reach, Patrick Jane through his arm up in front of his face. He felt it immediately, the sharp metal slicing through his skin. It was a pain like no other, his entire arm felt like it was on fire. Crimson blood spewed everywhere, all over him and Red John.

With his other hand, Jane cracked his assailant right above his right ear. Red John staggered back, giving Jane a few precious moments to collect himself. The pain in his head and arm was dizzying, and he tried to ignore the warehouse spinning. He had to get to the revolver. He lurched forward just as Red John charged again.

In a single movement, Jane lifted the piece of metal off the concrete floor. He let off one shot.

It missed.

Red John smirked, coming closer as Jane stepped back.

"You're not going to kill me, Patrick. Want to know why?"

Jane did never get to know why.

He shot again, this time the bullet burying itself in Red John's shoulder. The serial killer stumbled backward.

Blam.

His chest. Red John collapsed, falling backward.

Jane stood directly over the poor excuse for a human being and emptied three more rounds of lead into its chest. The revolver fell with a clatter.

He was exhausted.

Red blurred his vision as he being to look around for his sofa. I could really use a nap right now, he thought. Bright lights danced in front of his vision. They were annoying. All he wanted was some peace, so he could finally sleep.

He felt his knees give out just as the doors slammed open.

"Jane!"

Now, what was Lisbon doing here? He was just about to doze off.

"Lisbon-" his tongue felt like cotton. "My sofa."

Jane's face was introduced to concrete, and darkness engulfed him.

TBC...

a/n: le gasp! a multichapter! I hope the fight scene wasn't too hard to follow, I dont usually write epic battles to the death. not a lot to say, but I'll probably break my under 2000 words theme. oh well.

also: jane/sofa?

hell yes.