Well here is a little story I have been thinking about for a while. I started writing it while listening to the song pieces by red. Maybe you too can picture this story with that song. Enjoy.

I love him

Lisbon stood in disbelief. Her legs were fixed in place. She couldn't move, couldn't react to what was in front of her very eyes. Was it this that would make her realise her love for Patrick Jane? What his bleeding in her doorway the moment she found out that she was in love with him?

He leant heavily against the doorframe of her apartment. His left hand was over a wound on his torso that bled freely.

"Help me," he said

Lisbon spurred into action as he began to collapse into her. She gently placed him on the floor. His eyes were knotted in pain.

"Jane, Jane look at me" said Lisbon, one hand behind Jane's head as she lifted it "What happened?"

"He did!" said as he let out a moan of agony "The man I have wanted to kill for so long got to me first."

Lisbon stared at Jane, taking in his fearful expression, his pale features and the love that flowed from his light blue eyes.

Lisbon got here phone out of her back pocket. She quickly dialled 911 into the keypad and looked at the bleeding wound as the phone rang.

"I need an ambulance" she paused "you need to hurry." she said as she hung up.

Yes this is going to be one of those stories that have really short chapters. I will post the next one up later after I finish school if you want me to. Please review.