Lisbon refused to be taken to the hospital. She sat in the back of the ambulance and let the paramedics put bandages on the scrapes down her arm and across knuckles, but the scrapes didn't require stitches and her arm wasn't broken, even if it did hurt a lot. Once the blood was cleaned up, though, the wound clearly wasn't as bad as they had thought. It looked worse than it actually was.
Lisbon's perfect record for being able to take down men twice her size in a chase, that remained. Her record for keeping them down, though, that had suffered in this particular case. By the time Rigsby and Cho had caught up to them it was unclear just precisely who had tackled who. It had taken both of them to pull their suspect off of her. Van Pelt has insisted on the ambulance even though Lisbon swore that she was okay. Cho has backed Van Pelt up and Lisbon decided to surrender before she had a full blown mutiny on her hands. And, after all, her arm did hurt a lot.
She had refused to go to the hospital, though. She had given the paramedic a fierce enough glare that he went ahead and agreed with her. After all, she wasn't hurt that bad. He made her swear that she'd go to the hospital and get the arm x-rayed at some point that night, just in case.
The rest of the team hovered around the CBI truck as the ambulance pulled away. Their suspect, Vicenzo Marquez, was still in handcuffs in the back.
"Will you go process him now?" Lisbon told them. "Go. Process him. I want to know if I've got my arm all beat to hell for some good reason."
"Yes, boss," Cho said.
"Aren't you coming?" Van Pelt asked.
"I drove here with Jane," Lisbon answered. "There's no way I'm letting him drive my car back. We'll meet you there."
"All right, boss," Van Pelt said. She'd already made Lisbon unhappy enough for the day. She wasn't going to push her luck. "See you there."
Van Pelt followed Cho and Rigsby into to truck and Lisbon watched as they drove off. She ran her fingers along the bandage on her arm as they turned off of the street, wincing when she reached the worst of it.
"Are we going?" Jane asked, having slipped up behind her. He had been wandering aimlessly while the paramedics bandaged her arm, as he was apt to do sometimes.
Lisbon jumped. "Jane," she said, giving him a glare. "In in a minute." She began to walk up the street, back towards where she had finally caught up with Marquez. "And don't sneak up on me like that," she called behind her as she went.
She stopped at the place where she'd confronted the suspect and squatted down, as if she was looking for something.
Jane followed behind her. "I think that little smear there was part of you once," he said, pointing to a smudge of what was probably blood on the pavement.
"Shut up, Jane" Lisbon said. She picked up a small piece of broken gold chain from out of the gravel. She found the rest of the chain near it.
Jane came up beside her and gently ran his fingers across the abrasion on her neck where the necklace had been ripped off. "You always wear it," he said.
"My mother gave it to me when I was thirteen," Lisbon answered softly. "Right before she died."
Jane scanned the ground in front of them. He took a step forward and picked up the little cross pendent off the ground and held it out to Lisbon. She took it in her palm, closed her hand around it.
"Thanks," she said.
"C'mon," Jane said. "We've got a suspect to question and you still need an x-ray." She nodded and got up as he headed back towards her car. She followed.
"I can drive, if you like," Jane offered.
"Hah," Lisbon said, although there wasn't any humor in it. "I'm not dying yet," she said.