A/N: I know what you are thinking how can I be starting yet another story? I looked and others have lots of stories going on at once and I think right now I have three man ones so I'm going to drop one of those and have this one as a front runner with The Lies That Jane Told Me. This has been going on in my head for so long and I think that is part of the reason why I'm having writer's block. So I shall post this chapter and see if you like it. Later I will be posting the next chapter of The Lies….
Chapter 1: Someone's Sleeping in My Bed
To say that Teresa Lisbon was worried about her consultant was an understatement. She quickly glanced at her calendar and her heart sank a little. It was May; May was always the hardest for Jane. It was his birthday, and it also was the birthday of his daughter Charlotte. She supposed that the six years that sweet Charlotte had lived and having a birthday as the same time as her father had been fun, but now she could understand why he hated this month. For the past four years when she finally found out what this month meant to Jane she felt it was her duty as his boss and best friend to try and distract him. She would have been sixteen today. Distractions aren't working.
"Jane I'm heading out to interview the wife, care to come?" she asked hoping that he wouldn't pass up the opportunity.
Patrick Jane wasn't really listening to anything that had been going on all day. It was around ten in the morning and the day was going nowhere fast. It was his birthday today. He was 46, and he should've been happy but he wasn't. It was also the birthday of his daughter. He knew that Lisbon had been trying to figure out the dates for the longest times. She wanted to know the day of his birth and also of his daughter; they wanted to make him forget. They couldn't though, didn't they understand that? He'd never forget.
"No thank you. In fact I think I'm going to go home, I'm not feeling to well Lisbon." He said giving her his best miserable face.
She took a good look at him and he did look a bit ragged. Before she knew it she had walked over and touched his brow, and he did feel a bit hot. They could do this work without him if he was really ill.
"Sure Jane, when I'm done here I'll drive out to your apartment to check on you." She assured her.
"No need, besides I won't be there, I think I'm going to take a little drive out to my old place." He got up and exited the bullpen. He was gone before she even had time to reply to that.
*Sarah*
She had been running. That was the thing she had been running so long that she was afraid that if she stopped he'd catch her. She couldn't believe how easy it was to escape. That was what had her scared, if it was so easy had he been following her? He liked mind games, that was what he did every day and she was his biggest player. He would taunt her and make her think that she had finally found a way home just to come back and crush it but he had left her alone. Left her alone with money that he was going to pay one of his puppets, she had been good for a whole year and he trusted her. This was his biggest mistake.
So she took the money and she had been running ever since. Hitchhiking and making her way to California. This is where'd she be safe, this was where he lived. She didn't care what her captor said, he would see her and he would love her and they'd be a family again. They had to be, she was his princess.
She found the house and it looked just like she'd remembered. The little fragments that remained in her memory palace, lots of the doors were locked but the ones that she left open were of this place. This place and that man, she remembered watching him play with his daughter. She knew he'd help her.
She was surprised to find the door locked and it didn't seem like anyone was home. No one was home but being with that man for so long she knew how to pick a lock if need be. She quickly got in and stopped in her tracks at how bare the place was. There was nothing there. She looked to the kitchen and she saw a white cardigan on a chair. It brought tears to her eyes, and she didn't know why. Then there was the little bicycle that sat at the stairs. She knew it too, but from when and how? What was her story to all of this? Sometimes everything in her mind was crystal clear and at other times it was all jumbled. He told her she was dead, but if she was moving around so freely could she really be dead? Is this how ghosts roam the earth?
She quickly ran up the stairs and got to the last door on the end. Her body was running towards it but her mind was telling her that she didn't want to enter. She was tired and she saw a mattress. She felt tired all of a sudden, and she crawled towards it just to rest her eyes for a moment. There was a blanket as well. She would just rest our eyes for a moment.
*Sarah*
Teresa Lisbon had finally made her way back to her desk after a busy day of crime fighting. She had to give herself a pat on the back, she had done all the work with her team and she didn't need to call Jane once. He wasn't even there anyways he was five hours away in Malibu. She knew that he'd be different when he came back. He was sad when he left but whatever is actually deep in the heart of that house always tends to brighten his mood she just needed to find out something to do for his birthday day. It was coming up soon.
She turned to her calendar to see when it was he knew it was this week and her heart skipped a beat. It wasn't coming up this week, it was in fact today. How had she forgotten that? That's also when she noticed the note on her desk nicely written in Jane's scroll. She opened it with shaky hands:
My Dearest Teresa,
Today is my birthday Teresa, I'm 45 years young. I know you have often wondered how old I was in fact, since you know that a lot of facts in my file are those of fiction. Charlotte would have been 16, and I've realized that I've wasted so much time.
I've spent the last years not really living. I've been so caught up in catching Red John that I've forgotten that I was still alive. I'm what they call a survivor but I haven't been surviving I've been dead.
The time has been taking its toll lately. I have loved working with you and you have become such a big part of my life, you've been my rock, you've been the only one keeping me sane and alive for so long and for that I thank you.
Now I know by now you've realized what this is, and I just want to say that I'm sorry and don't cry. I know that this I pretty much making what played out with your father flash before your eyes and I'm sorry but this can't be helped.
Every day I find myself falling more and more in love with you and it's so wrong. You deserve a stable person to love you, someone who can spend every day just telling you how special you are and that you matter and that can't be me. Sure I could do it but, I'd spend most of the time paranoid to the fact that Red John will probably find and murder you. He'd probably wait until I was good and happy and we've started a family of our own and then he'd take you from me and losing the person that I love again would truly destroy me so I'm doing you a favor, I'm going to go.
It's time that I join them Teresa, although isn't it true that because of what I'm about to do I'll end up in hell? Well considering my odds it's fine, I've pretty much been there for longest time anyway
I love you Teresa, don't worry this time I won't take it back
She was numb. She couldn't breathe or think, and she knew where she had to get. She looked at her clock and knew that he had a three hour start and it would probably be too late. It didn't matter she had to get there.
*Sarah*
He walked up the pathway leading to his house with a heavy heart. He scolded himself over and over again. How could he do something like that? He knew what her father had done, and now he had done the same thing. Whispered sweet words of love that can never be and then he'd leave her to have to identify his body. He was a bastard and he knew it, but it didn't matter he would be a dead one soon.
He took out the contents of his bag, which was three bottles of he prescribed sleeping pills. They had stopped working as much and he stopped using them but just kept filling the prescription. Now he had more than enough to get this started. He quickly down six with the scotch and walked up the steps happily whistling tune.
He walked into that familiar bedroom and just when he thought he could never get shocked anymore upon entering this room he stopped dead in his tracks.
*Sarah*
Teresa Lisbon was doing two things and she drove that were very dangerous. She was speeding and she was crying. How could he do this to her? Didn't he care about her feelings? Of course not, it's all about him all the time. She had to walk on eggshells because she didn't want anything to upset him. He constantly through his women in her face first Kristina and then Lorelei. Sure in the end they both paid with their live but that wasn't the point. The only time he even mentioned he loved her he shoots her in the chest and then recants. A real son of a bitch is what he was and now he was going to tell her he loved her and kill himself? No she refused to let that happen.
She nearly had a heart attack when her cellphone rang.
"Lisbon." She answered.
"Lisbon I have a problem here." Jane slurred into the speaker.
She had never been so thrilled and angry in her life to hear such a voice on the other end. She slowed down a little. If he was talking to her he was still alive.
"Jane, you are going to have more than a problem when I get my hands on you."
"Oh I see you've found my note, we have bigger problems than that. You have to get to my house, there's a dirty girl in my bed." He continued to slur.
"What do you mean dirty? Jane is there a prostitute there with you?" she asked in disbelief but really what else could a dirty girl be?
"Dirty girl Lisbon, I mean literally dirty. Dirty hair, dirty clothes, dirty face, she needs a bath Lisbon I think she has a smell but I came home to kill myself and she's lying in my spot. I have to die in my spot." He stated as if it was the most logical thing ever.
That's when she noticed the slurring of his voice, it had been intensifying.
"Jane, what have you done? Have you taken something?" she asked once again stepping on the gas, something told her that maybe she did need to speed.
"I took some sleepy meds for my insomnia, a lot of it. I had scotch too, how do you drink the stuff it's nasty." He yawned.
"No don't get sleepy! Tell me about this girl does she look hurt?" she asked keeping him focused and on the phone.
"I don't know if she's hurt. I thought Goldilocks was supposed to be blonde. I guess my bed was just right." He giggled. Should he be giggling?
"I'm practically there just sit tight I'll be there real soon."
She didn't know where he had gone when he left but it was a good thing he didn't go directly home. She was twenty minutes from his house because of his detour.
"Lisbon, I don't feel too well. I think there's something wrong with my stomach and I'm sleepy." He yawned again.
"Jane I'm practically there don't go to sleep. If you go to sleep she might hurt you."
"What? Should I tie her up or something, you think she might have a gun, I mean she's a street person Lisbon, and she's in my bed!" he answered panic now.
Try as she might she just couldn't stop the smile that came to her face imagining a panicked Jane towering over the sleeping girl.
"I'm here Jane, I'm coming up. Come down and open the door." She replied.
She waited but there was no answer.
"Jane! Jane wake up!" she shouted.
Once again there was no reply and she jumped from her car and headed up the steps leading to his home.
A/N: Comments are love. What do you think? Should I continue? Too many stories? What?
