Consequences
Patrick Jane took his usual position on a patch of unkempt grass. Nobody minded that he was there, as he came here most days. Never on weekends though.
Children ran past, their voices high-pitched with excitement. Jane's face broke into a sad, distant smile. Sacramento High was emblazoned across their purple uniform. This is where his daughter would be if she had lived past the age of six.
The head teacher, a kind lady who had no children of her own, was meeting and greeting the parents who came to pick their children up. One girl managed to escape the watchful eye of her mother and ran over to Jane. She had been watching him for some time and she was clearly curious about him
"Hello," she whispered looking at Jane intently, "I'm Sadie. Who are you?"
Jane stood up and smiled warmly at Sadie. "I'm no one," he said and began walking towards the gates.
"Mr Jane?"
Jane turned around to see the head mistress. "You left your book."
He muttered "Thanks" and walked over to his Citroen. What would've happened if Red John hadn't entered his life? More to the point, what would've happened had he not been so foolish and said those things on national television?
He supposed everyone had to pay a price for arrogance. If Patrick Jane had learned one thing, he'd learned that there would always be consequences.
-C-
"Jane, where have you been? It's pitch-black out there," barked Teresa Lisbon, looking at Jane.
She was alone in the bullpen, and the darkness cast shadows over her pale face. Her green eyes glittered in the faint light.
"I went for a walk," he said without revealing anything, as usual.
"You seem to have been going on a lot of walks of late, is this some kind of fitness plan?" Lisbon said dryly, doubting that Jane had been walking anywhere, as he hated exercise of any kind.
Jane ignored her last comment and strode over to his couch. He closed his eyes and calmed his mind, ridding it of any thoughts that would give him nightmares...
Teresa Lisbon began to unbutton his shirt, taking her time. His breathing quickened and his sudden rise in pulse seemed to please her. Her lips pressed against his, revealing the traces of alcohol that was behind this change of attitude. Jane could do nothing but respond. Time was now a meaningless whirl of passion. They both hoped that morning wouldn't come too soon...
-C-
Lisbon hadn't been feeling right for weeks. Her stomach ached, she felt sick and her mood swings were worst than normal. Lisbon decided that there was only one thing she could do.
"Grace Van Pelt, CBI." She answered on the first ring.
"Hi Grace, its Lisbon. I need your advice."
"Okay, what is it?" Grace's voice was soft and empathic.
"I think I'm pregnant. But I can't see how. Should I check, just to be sure?"
Grace gasped. "I guess, yeah. You go for it girl."
"Thanks," Lisbon put the phone down and decided that Grace was right. She should check, just to be sure.
-C-
It was now the tenth time. All positive. This couldn't be right. Lisbon was nearly in tears. But of course, Jane. It was his. Oh my god, Lisbon was pregnant with Jane's child. Lisbon jumped back and screamed for what must have been ten minutes.
Well, I guess there are always consequences.
THE END