A/N: This is an idea that came to mind and I had to write down! I am well aware that I'm writing another fiction at the moment as well and I will update that one soon, I promise.

Now, have fun reading!

Lisbon was sitting at her desk in her office and tried to look like she was doing something important. The truth was that they didn't have a case in over a week and all the paperwork was already done. She was grateful for the humming noise her phone made when someone called. It meant distraction. Maybe even a case? Where was her phone, though? She quickly tried to locate the sound and eventually found it a second too late in her jacket pocket. The caller, which her phone identified as Patrick Jane, had already hung up.

At first, she'd been a little disappointed by the caller being who he was since it meant that they wouldn't have a new case. At least not as long as Jane hadn't decided to pay a visit to Bertram, who told him to inform Lisbon about a new case. That was indeed very unlikely…

"Lisbon," Jane said and brought her back to reality. She had called him back, right.

"What is it, Jane?" she asked.

"What are you doing right now?" he wanted to know and made Lisbon sit up in her chair.

Lisbon hesitated a moment, considering whether she should try and lie to him or just tell him she was totally bored and had nothing to do.

"I'm in the office, why?" she answered evasively, "Where are you? You're late,"

"I was just driving around the city when I found an amazing bookstore. You'd really like it here, they have a lot of books you'd love," he stated beamingly.

"This is why you're calling, Jane? A bookstore?" she asked amusedly, "Besides, how do you know there're books I'd like?" The moment she asked that question she felt foolish. Of course, he knew it. He was Patrick Jane.

He must have thought the same because he just went on, "You should really come by, Lisbon. Even though you're busy pretending you're busy," Lisbon rolled her eyes. How did he..? Patrick Jane, right.

"It's really worth it, I promise," he went on, "You should read more often, it's good for your body and soul,"

Lisbon snorted, "How's sitting back with a book good for my body?"

"Well," he started and she heard the noises around him change. There now were sounds of traffic and voices talking, "It relaxes you, Lisbon. Something you could really use," he mocked lightly.

"Ha Ha. I'm at work, Jane. I can't just wander off in comparison to you. Actually, you can't just wander off yourself," Lisbon replied.

No answer.

"Jane? You still there?"

No answer.

Suddenly, she heard the hectic noises of blaring horns and squeaking tires, "Jane?!" she called urgently into her phone. What was happening?

There were a few moments of complete silence before she heard his heavy breathing.

"Are you alright? What's going on?" Lisbon couldn't completely hide the concern from her voice.

"It's okay, Lisbon," he said with effort between his breaths.

"Jane-" The beeping noise told her they'd been disconnected.

Every time she tried to call him back, his phone went straight to voicemail.

Probably he just forgot to charge his phone, she tried to calm herself, He sounded okay. Maybe he went on the street without looking and a car had to brake sharply and he just became frightened, that's probably it.

"Dammit," she knew she was deceiving herself. Something was not right. Possibly, something was very wrong and he needed her help. He trusted her. But there were a lot of other people who could help him as well.

She stepped out of her office and made her way towards the bullpen, where Van Pelt, Cho and Rigsby were busy throwing office supplies at each other amicably. When Lisbon entered, they immediately sat up and tried to look busy. Normally, Lisbon would've dropped a comment but the concern was choking her voice.

"Van Pelt," she said, "Could you trace Jane's phone?"

"What's he into now?" Rigsby asked playfully.

"I don't know but I think he's in trouble," Lisbon said quietly, what empathised the seriousness of the situation even more.

Lisbon told her about the phone call she had with Jane earlier and that he didn't answer anymore. After she finished, no one was laughing anymore.

"I can't trace it, Boss," Van Pelt spoke up, "Either it's turned off or he ran out of battery,"

Lisbon swallowed. This was not a good sign. "Thanks," she said before she returned to her office. She was rapt in thought when a phone rang. Her head snapped up and she hoped it was Jane, telling her that everything was just a misunderstanding. But it wasn't Jane. They had a case.

The information provided wasn't very detailed but they still let Lisbon's heart skip a beat; Caucasian male, blonde, in his mid to end thirties, hit and killed by a car. Accidentally or intentionally was for them to find out.

This couldn't be happening, was all she was thinking. It's probably nothing, she tried to calm her racing thoughts to no avail.

The team reacted with tense calm, probably thinking about the same thing like their boss.

The way to the crime scene was like a torture, even though they just drove about fifteen minutes to the city centre. Lisbon thought, that day couldn't get any worse, when she saw the distant letters of a bookstore sign. This couldn't be happening.

She jumped out of the car and didn't take the time to listen to the officer of the SacPD, who tried to familiarise her with the situation. She hastily went around the last corner that separated her from the sight of a lifeless figure with blonde hair and a blue suit that was laying in the middle of the street.

A/N: Thank you for reading the first chapter and sorry for the cliffhanger! Reviews are always greatly appreciated and might as well motivate me to update sooner ;-)

Have a nice day everyone!