A/N: FINAL CHAPTER! This is an epilogue…stay tuned for more to come I'm sure! This is another song by Imagine Dragons, called It's Time …

Dark Red Demons

It's time to begin, isn't it?

I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit

I'm just the same as I was

Now don't you understand?

I'm never changing who I am…

It was well over a year since Red John's death.

He breathed in the salty sea air, content, for the first time in more than ten years. A burden of guilt long lifted. He got his life back, wholly and truly.

Of course, his silly realtor had been furious when he found the house had been burnt to ashes.

Not his problem, it wasn't his house any longer. That had been a fun day in court.

It was the only thing he could do to set them free. No, he would never forget his wife, or his daughter.

They were tucked safely within the massive confines of his memory palace, pulled out on occasion, to share.

Besides, she said she wouldn't let him forget them.

She never had asked for her necklace back, after she observed him wearing it so long ago. At first he wondered if her faith had faltered. She'd assured him that no matter what happened, that was a resolve she would not lose.

In a way it belonged to him now, like her heart; he wore it to prove his faith in her.

And conversely, it delighted him to see his wedding band had taken up permanent residence around her neck in place of the little, decorative cross. She may be wife number two, but she was loved by him equally. She wore the ring so devoutly because Angela had saved her, too—and in the end brought she and Jane together—credit where it was due, Teresa thought.

"Hey there, daydreamer. I've been looking for you everywhere, what's the hold up? We have to get to Nina's christening." He wrapped a broad, tanned arm around her shoulders.

He laughed. She was such a sucker for his smile. It was so frequently on his face now.

"Ahhh…the second Rigsby child…poor guy, a boy he could handle, but a girl…?"

Yeah, they'd all had a good long laugh at that when Sarah made the announcement shortly after the small but elegant wedding. Sarah, Wayne, and Benjamin were excited to welcome the little girl though—it completed the odd little family.

"Right, so we should be going, not staring out into the ocean, wrapped up in your thoughts, being a loner…" She drawled, knowing she could tell him an alien spaceship landed behind them and he would not do so much as grunt. It wasn't that she minded when his thoughts grew distant, wandering. She just wished he'd include her.

"Teresa? I have a question…"

She raised an eyebrow. He'd been one for questions a lot more now, rather than his typical assumptions. The last assumption he made having left her in tears for hours. After Red John's death, after his ever so subtle proposal which she'd accepted in kind, he'd taken her away, as far as possible, to a lovely island where they were married by a local sea captain on the beach—just the two of them. It was wonderful. Until he'd brought up the beautiful ocean that he anxiously wanted to swim in.

She'd crumbled.

In a bathing suit, her scars would be born for all to see, and she wasn't able to handle that scrutiny.

Too soon—he'd felt like such a heel. He had not meant it unkindly, trying to goad her into the water. He'd forgotten, and he'd explained that too her; he was happy, and he, her kind husband, was able to see past the scars she hid. It was the only sore part of their relationship—her confidence in her image was fractured, no longer shattered, but not whole either.

They were working on it. Day to day.

"Well…what do you think of Charlie?"

She smirked, wondering what he was playing at.

"Ummm…I don't know, who's Charlie?"

He shrugged, face non-committal. "I was just thinking…"

"About what? Or who? Come on Jane," she was becoming irritated. The last names were only used at work, for sheer convenience, and in times of the great agitation her husband loved to cause her.

"Now, now, I didn't mean to cause ire. I was simply inquiring your thoughts on Charlie. After all, my love, I've had plenty of time and patience to come up with a name for our little one."

Her mouth gaped. "W-what…h-how did…damn you Jane! I've been trying to tell you for a week! You knew!"

He couldn't stop laughing—which only served to fuel her abject rage.

"Of course I knew! I've been married before, Teresa, I've had a child before," he shrugged again, cheeky. "Also, I found the test."

Yes, she was his 'Angry Princess.' Forever.

He loved her.

And she, him.

Even as she shoved him into the ocean. Screaming obscenities about nothing ever being a surprise.

And stalked off to the car where she'd wait for him.

But he was happy.

Looking up at the sky, knowing they, too, were laughing.

Always watching…