I panted hard. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't have happened. Did it happen? I- I cant remember. I only have one thought. I have to get home, I need a strong drink. Maybe something even stronger, I think I still had some Vikaden from surgery a few years back. I kept meaning to throw it out, but sometimes its hard to remember. It's just. I think I need to get a ride home. I'm already soaked to the bone, my dark brown bangs were getting in my eyes so I wipped them back. I must look shitty, I thought as I took a step onto the first familiar land marking. I can't remember who lives here, but he's a good friend. I banged on the door, I don't give a shit if its 2 o'clock in the fucking morning. He better answer the damn door. I lost my balance my legs felt weak as if I had been running. But I can't remember if I was. I felt the cold we mat on my knees.

I wasn't wearing any pants. I got up pulling on the door handle and pulled my shirt down a bit more. A football jersey? I don't even like football that much, but Vanpelt loaned me it because… Did I spill Coffee on my shirt? Dammit! I thought, it's just a memory why the hell is it so hard to remember?

My bangs fell back onto my eyes just as I heard the door creak open, the chain rattled as Jane saw who it was, "Lisbon?" He asked. He then looked at me and his quizzical eyes went from top to bottom.

"Why do I get the feeling that blood isn't from your period." It wasn't really a question. It never is with him. He always knows what the real deal is.

I wanted to say "I need some help," But my words got chocked in my throat. I was so exhausted, I just couldn't think straight any longer. I coughed a little and fell forward onto Patrick, he was still wearing his suit. Did he ever sleep?

He walked me in and sat me down on one of his chairs. He went to the other room muttering something about a towel. He peeked his head back into the room, "Don't worry. I've got this."

He made his sick little smile, and went to the other room. If I hadn't been so out of it, I might have actually been interested in his house. I'd never actually been inside before, just dropped him off once or twice after a case. It wasn't especially well or poorly maintained, just a house, three worn out chairs in the living room and a sofa. The TV was off in the corner, a DVD player and VHS caset player with a few tapes on it. I could see the dining room from where I was sitting, a few worn out newspapers sat on the table and there was a cup of tea, the steam still pouring out.

I wipped the bangs out of my face again and tried to clear my throut. He came back into the room, holding up a towel.

"Uh, I may not have guests over all that often, well, ever actually, but, uh, could you sit on this for a while. Maybe you want to use the-"

"Jane, I don't know what happened."

He looked at me analytically.

"I really don't know what happened." I repeated.

"I know… I heard you."

"I don't know what to do." I never "don't know what to do" I always know what to do. Then again I usually remember what happened more then five minutes ago. "Jane," I said tentatively, "I-," I swallowed and began again, "What happened to me?"

"That's something only you can tell me."

"But Jane, I can't remember! How am I supposed to tell you something I can't even remember?"

He tapped his finger against his other hand.

"Tea?" He offered.

"Jane, I'm not in the mood for food right now! I just need to know what happened to me."

"So, no tea?"

I took a heavy sigh, "Fine, I'll take some tea."

He went over to the kitchen and I heard the clicking. I scratched my head and then unfolded the towel, red of course, always red with him, and sat on it. While he was still in the kitchen I did a check I couldn't do in front of him. Yep, still wearing underwear. That could be a good sign. I can't remember though. Still.

He walked back into the room and I wrapped the towel around my legs and crossed my arms.

"Here's the tea," He handed it to me. I didn't move.

"Lisbon, please take the tea. I begrudgingly took it from him and rested it on the arm of the chair.

"So, how did you get here?"

"What?" I asked. What kind of question was that?

"This isn't anywhere close to your house or the CBI headquarters… how did you get here? I mean, It's obvious that you didn't walk here. Or at least, all the way here. After work, Lisbon. What did you do?"

What did I? "I-I'm not sure." Dammit. This seems to be getting worse.

"Think Lisbon, go through your day."

"Well, I woke up at…- Dammit Jane, can't you just hypnotize me or something?"

"I could, but I know you would rather-"

"Jane! Do I really seem to be all together right now? I hate it when you hypnotize people, but right now I think that's what I need."

He fiddled with his fingers for a moment.

"No."

Wait, what?

"What? What do you mean, 'no'?"

"Well, 'no' is the opposite of yes and it means a-,"

"Dammit, Jane I know what 'no means, I just meant-,"

"Well then you should have clarified."

"I should have never come here, I should have just stayed at home instead of going onm that date- Oh my God, Jane I went on a date!"

"And that's why, 'no.'"

I sat completely still, his sick grin was annoying me again. The lamp was making his blond hair orange-ish and the brown walls seemed to be plain blocks of nothingness, except for a small photograph hanging on the wall. A picture of his family no doubt. There was another one next to it that wasn't in a frame, it was crudely taped on. I couldn't tell what it was. He looked back to see what had caught my eyes. I took that opportunity to grab a pillow and hit him on the back of his head with it.

"hey!" he said.

"You should be glad I left my gun at home. You don't want me to remember a date?"

"No, I just figured that you would remember more then you thought you would if you would just relax a little bit more. You still haven't touched your tea."

"Enough with the damn tea. Fuck the tea, I really don't care right now."

"Well, I would really appreciate it if you drank it. I bring you inside at two in the morning, for all you knew I was asleep."

"Jane, you never sleep, don't even pretend like you were. Just, take me home. I don't want to deal with this right now."

"Well, now that sounds more like Lisbon. Handle things when you're more sane. However, somebody must have done this to you, don't you agree? And if he didn't get what he wanted from you, we can't be all that sure if we cant remember now can we, then he might try again. Stay here, at least I can call 911 if it gets too bad. Do you want me to call some of the others for extra protection? I think you'll find you don't have your badge or phone."

Instinctively I reached for my pocket, I grabbed the towel. Right, no pants.

"Jane you better not be messing with me."

"Who, me? Lisbon that hurts."

"Shut up."

He smiled his sick smile again. He got up and moved to the other room, his phone in hand. I wonder what he's going to do with that, I thought sarcastically. He didn't come out for a few minutes,