(Off course the TV Show and its characters do not belong to me)
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Located sometime in the CBI ...
Patrick was making teasing Lisbon from his couch, so intense was his power of annoyance over her when he wanted to.
"I asked you a million times, do your paperwork because I'm not going to do it. You have everything like a mess, if you don't, I'll throw the files of Red John in the trash ..."- said in a challenge way like a mother threatening her son.
"But Lisbon, I do it for you, I know you love the overtime of paperwork."- he said slyly, knowing that like a mother would never fulfill her threats.
"This is the last time ..."- said in spite of herself, knowing that it was not the last. As she grabbed a messy pile of papers that sat on top of the armchair shelf a little high for her.
She didn't realize that there was a heavy and forceful object above the mountain of paper that unbalanced it. Patrick didn't arrive in time to stop the impact on poor Lisbon's head. She was with little birds in her eyes sitting on the ground with her legs outstretched.
"Lisbon! Are you ok?! I'm so sorry, let me help you."- he said frightened like a child when he commits a mischief and gets out of hand. He helped her to lift up.
"I'm fine, go get some ice."- as it always minimized the situation.
She was totally lost and increasingly dizzy. By the time Patrick reached the other side of the room Teresa collapsed on the floor but this time without any extra element. Van Pelt wine from the kitchen when she felt the impact.
"Oh my God, what did you do to the boss?"- she ran to them, Patrick was already holding her in his arms, but he had panicked a little. While Rigsby and Cho were just peeking out the door.
"S-she hit her head and fainted, but she was just fine!"
"We must call to emergencies."- Cho said with his usual calm.
"No, I'll take her in my car."- Patrick said as long as he was already carrying her and leaving.
"We'll meet you at the hospital."- Wayne commented looking at Cho, who was not very convinced.
"I also want to go."- Van Pelt said excitedly.
"No, someone has to stay to answer the phones."- sentenced Cho. To which she couldn't say anything because she was still the youngest of the unit.
Patrick set her gently in the passenger seat of his citroën, but when he started the march he hit the throttle fully. When they arrived at the hospital the blond did one of his great theatrical scenes to be attended to as fast as possible.
Which as always worked out great. They quickly put her under observation and gave her a serum. While the three of them were waiting in the hallway, Patrick answered his phone. He had to go to the CBI office to deliver a file that was in that chaos of papers that were left to the good of God decorating the floor of the office. He grumbled at not being able to ask Van Pelt, the clerk who asked him was very angry with the blond for not meeting deadlines and would definitely deny the file of Red John. And this gentleman would fulfill his threats. He was always saved by Lisbon, who sooner or later handed them over to her, even though she was the one who ended up staying in order to fulfill Patrick's paperwork.
"Guys, I'm going to the CBI and back in the blink of an eye."- he said and ran to avoid wasting time.
Exactly when he left, Lisbon woke up and the boys called the doctor. Once the doctor examined her, he let them in, warning them that Teresa was temporarily suffering from amnesia.
"Wait wait ..."- Rigsby said to Cho, standing between him and the door.
"Rigsby, you made me come and now you will not let me in."- Cho had the ability to turn the questions into ironic statements.
- What happens if we take this bad time for a greater good."
"..."- Cho looked at him, waiting for his friend to finish his nonsense.
"Look, it occurred to me that we could make the boss believe that she has a relationship with Jane ..." Cho looked at him as if Rigsby had a mental illness.
If you got here thanks for reading, I hope it wasn't difficult to understand, cause I translated the story using the google translator and making some corrections.
