Title: How Could This Happen to Me?Summary: One case gone wrong, could prove to be the end of Theresa Lisbon, Will Patrick's ensuing guilt send him over the edge? Two-shot!

Author's Note: Jane and Theresa are not married in this fic! They are however a pair as well as Rigsby and VanPelt.

Disclaimer: I do not own the mentalist or the characters; only the plot they all belong to their respective owners and companies. Thank you and Enjoy ~ Lia W.

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I sit in this ever un-comfortable plastic chair and hold her hand while she sleeps, or I'd at least like to think she's sleeping. To think she is sleeping Is better then facing reality. I haven't left her side since "It" happened a little over a week ago. The doctors say they expect her to make a full recovery, once she wakes up that is.. And I can only hope it's a matter of time before I see those gorgeous brown eyes looking into mine again.

Who knew that things could go so wrong so fast? I was so sure I was right. It was my fault that she was in here, usually when I make assumptions I'm right. But this one time I'm wrong, she gets caught in the aftermath. The bomb was supposed to be at the house, not the storage facility, the son-of-a-bitch was one step ahead of me. Well that's at least one positive thing that came out of this, he won't be hurting anyone ever again. I lean back and allow myself to lightly drift off remembering the day it happened.

Flashback:

"Jane stay in the car." Lisbon advised "This could be a setup."

"Nonsense." I replied certain yet again that I was right. I stubbornly got out of the car and followed her retreating figure. She had no more then gotten into the doorway when she turned around and started to run back towards me.

"Jane Ru…" she began but was caught off guard as the house exploded. The noise was deafening. Lisbon was thrown into a car parked nearby. The crazy son of a bitch had strapped a bomb to himself and waited, he knew that he'd get someone in his line of fire and that's all he cared about. Taking someone down with him, Jane just wishes it was himself and not Theresa.

I came back to reality and looked around the room. Theresa had been moved to a private room yesterday, and to look at her you wouldn't even know that she had a skull fracture. The fracture thankfully hadn't started a brain bleed or things would be bad. But it had been severe enough to put her into the "Semi-coma" she was currently in. Semi was better then permanent but it was still not reassuring.

He felt himself start to drift off again when he felt it. It was slight and at first he wasn't sure if it had happened or if he'd imagined it but he felt an increase in pressure on his hand as though she was squeezing back. He looked up excitedly and started talking to her, begging her to wake up. After what seemed like forever her eyes opened to tiny slits.

He looked down at her with what had to be one of the biggest smiles he'd ever made and he said "Welcome Back"

"Welcome Back?" she questioned. He then explained to her what'd happened, how the case had closed. She looked at him for a long time then looked away after he'd finished, she knew that she should recognize this man but it didn't and it scared her. She was trying to sort out the events that she remembered, and he thought that she was angry at him so he stood quickly, and pressed the call button and exited the room, before she had the chance to stop him. Once Jane got to the hallway he took off at a jog for the parking lot suddenly feeling claustrophobic.

In the hallway he nearly ran over Rigsby and VanPelt as they made there way to visit Lisbon. Rigsby and Grace thought something bad must've happened so instead of going after Jane they went to find out what'd happened, Once they arrived in the room they saw a doctor and immediately feared the worst. The dread was short lived as they noticed that Theresa was sitting up in bed and talking to the doctor.

The doctor assured her the memory loss was only temporary and from what he judged she remembered most events just not recent and certain people. Rigsby and VanPelt sat down in the chairs and waited for Lisbon to start talking. When she didn't, VanPelt couldn't help but ask "What did you do to Jane?" Lisbon looked startled. "What are you talking about? He was fine he was just in the…" She then remembered the look on his face and who he was. "Oh God." She said aloud.

He thinks I lost my memory! She knew Jane would take this the wrong way, she didn't blame him! How could he have known he can't be the genius all the time, as much as he may like to think so! "Rigsby.." She started to say but he interrupted her and tried calling Jane's cell, there was no answer. "I'll go to his house, and you two." He gestured pointing at them "stay here."

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Jane sat on the foot of his mattress and looked up at the smiley face still painted in his wife and daughter's blood on the wall. "Won't be long now." he thought to himself. He looked down in his hands at the empty pill bottle of one of the many anti-depressants that had been prescribed after his wife and daughters' death. He felt the drugs began to take effect as he felt himself begin to lose sight of what was real and wrong. He noticed somewhere in the distance he could hear the pounding of feet but at this point he was too far gone to care. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes "It won't be long now."

Rigsby pounded up the stairs two at a time trying to get to Jane, he had a feeling he couldn't quite describe it but it wasn't a good one. Upon reaching the bedroom he found the door closed, he stalled for a second before he opened the door and when he did he found an image that will never leave his mind. Jane lay deathly pale and drenched in sweat leaning against the wall, with a stuffed animal in his hands. Rigsby walked quickly over and was almost afraid at what he would find when he put his 2 fingers on Jane's jugular.

He felt relief when he noticed that Jane did have a pulse, but his relief was quickly filled with dismay when he realized how thready Jane's pulse was. He then took a mental note of Jane's respiration level while he quickly radioed for an ambulance. While waiting for and ambulance he laid Jane on his side in the recovery position incase he were to vomit from the drugs. He was shocked to find that when he went to check Jane's respirations that he was no longer breathing! He heard sirens in the driveway as he quickly began CPR and he hoped the paramedics got upstairs soon.