Author's note: All right, I quite hate myself for writing such a thing. Not my cup of tea, really – yet I couldn't help writing it nonetheless.
If you happen to know Oscar Wilde's quote: "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it" – well, I guess it could apply to me if you replace the word "temptation" with something like "silly plot bunnies".
If you don't like it, please just stop reading. Otherwise, let me know what you think of it…
Chapter 1
"How nice of you, agent Lisbon. I didn't expect you to come here in person."
She stared coldly at the other woman across the table. "Why did you want to speak to me?"
Lorelei shrugged casually. "Patrick refuses to come and see me. I thought you might be able to talk some sense into him."
"Why should I do such a thing? Are you ready to tell us all you know about Red John?"
"Dream on."
"I can't see why Jane should want to visit you then."
The younger woman smirked. "Perhaps just because I'm the mother of his child?"
She looked very pleased at the bewildered expression that was now showing on Lisbon's face.
"He didn't told you – did he? I guess there's a lot he's still keeping from you."
"I don't believe you."
Another shrug. "You could always ask the doctors here."
Teresa felt a wave of nausea rushing through her. This wasn't happening – couldn't be happening.
All of a sudden she rose from her seat and almost fled from the interrogation room.
Lorelei rested her back against the chair smiled softly to herself.
…
That night Lisbon went to Jane's motel room.
He cried against her shoulder – his body shaking like a leaf as sobs threatened to choke him.
Then she guided him to the bed and gently kissed his tears away.
In the morning she woke up to find his head buried in the crook of her neck. He definitely looked like a child who's seeking protection into his mother's arms.