Grace tapped lightly on the door before entering.
"Hello".
Jane didn't move, his eyes fixed on Lisbon's face – at last she had fallen asleep.
"Hi".
"How's she?"
"Doctors tell she can go home in a few days. Now she's resting".
"You should get some rest too".
Jane shook his head, looking at the floor. He couldn't rest, not after what he had done to Lisbon.
He kept on seeing that scene again and again…
He had been sorry for that woman. A mother deprived of her children. He could understand what she felt. That's why he had tried to help her.
"Please, give me your pistol".
She was still holding him at gunpoint.
"I want my children back".
"This will only put you in a more difficult position. If you lower your pistol, we could talk about that".
"Jane, don't!"
He simply ignored Lisbon's commanding whisper. He felt sure of his own skills, sure that the whole situation was under control. He took another step towards the woman.
Than it all happened: the gunshot, and Lisbon collapsing into his arms.
"Teresa… Teresa!"
Suddenly he forgot everything else. The only thing that mattered was the blood on Lisbon's shirt.
Why on Earth did she do that?