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The warm afternoon sun streamed though the open windows. Flowing through the bullpen, the sunbeams tangled in Patrick Jane's golden hair and slid down his light gray vest to pool around him in a halo of warmth. Lisbon hesitated at her office door. Jane looked almost peaceful as he lay on his worn leather couch. His breathing came deeply and evenly, but the small grin tugging at the corners of his lips told Lisbon that he wasn't actually sleeping. "Night Boss." Cho's quiet voice called her back to reality. "Night Cho." Lisbon smiled. "Have a good weekend." Glancing briefly at Jane, Cho raised an eyebrow at Lisbon making her grin. "You t

 Jane stared at the ceiling searching for pictures in the indentations made in the plaster like a child looking at the clouds. Tears leaked steadily from his eyes. He had been silently crying for so long now that he had given up on trying to make it stop. Days could have passed and he wouldn't notice. Seconds or hours didn't matter anymore all that mattered was the pain in his chest and the slowly dripping tears. How could I forget my family?  The pain of forgetting was almost equal now to the pain of loosing them. They had been his everything and he had so easily forgotten his everything. He shouldn't have been free from them this easily.

 Her vision was blurry as she struggled to sit up. Where am I? Cherry blossoms floated on the air around her, delicate against the storm clouds. Her muscles ached as she pushed herself to her knees. Inches from her nose a wrought iron rose swam before her and her eyes grudgingly focused on an immense gate. Lightning flashed once, striking the top of the structure and charging it with a thousand sparks. Beyond the first gate lies the path. The ghost of a memory hovered directly behind her eyes. An ancient rasping voice that she couldn't place anymore than she could tell you her name. The way will be blocked by those who wish us to fail. Beyo

    Barney finally gave up sleeping. He rolled out of the bed and stumbled through his cold apartment, the heavy air sticking in his lungs like porridge left on the counter. He silently padded into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Empty. Stupid I should have known that. He always kept the fridge empty to make his apartment as unappealing as possible to his one night stands. Contenting himself with a simple glass of water, Barney flopped on the couch.    I won't do it tonight. He tried to concentrate on something else, anything else, staring at the white ceiling for inspiration. I won't think about that this time. But it was hopeless. He k

 Emma's heart pounded against her ribcage echoing the rhythm she could feel in Will's chest. Her palm, pressed over his heart, rose and fell with each breath he took. He was panting, that didn't make any sense.  He had been straightening his classroom when she had found him, and since then they had done nothing but talk. He had turned away from her and rather than let him leave Emma had reached out to stop him. What in that simple action had made them both react so strongly? "Will." Emma didn't know what to say. The words she had planned so carefully before coming jammed in her throat choking her as her stomach tied itself in knots. "Will, I

He sat alone in the darkness, the quietly ticking clock on the wall and his dark thoughts were his only companions in the long night. He had everything now. Every goal he had ever dreamed to accomplish was within his grasp. Every goal except for one and it had been the most important of them all. He stared at the cold dead lens of his beloved camera. He had watched all his past recordings. Studying them for hours to see the transformation he had just endured. They brought him nothing but pain now. He shuddered at the hope that he had talked about. The girl he had mentioned in every transmission he had made. The hope was gone now. It had lef

 A single blood rose floated in the crystal clear river amongst the delicate pink cherry blossoms. Bobbing and spinning slowly with the current the rose forged it's lonely path. The smaller blossoms seemed to part around it, partly not wanting to impede it's journey but mostly unwilling to touch the foreign bloom. "She lived her life that way." The man mumbled. Crystalline tears dripped down his ruddy cheeks to become part of the river.  His tears helped to swell the current and push the last remnant of her farther away. "She was a rose in a sea of cherry blossoms." Soon the red flower drifted around the bend in the stream leaving the man on