Rated T for violence

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This was an old one I found... hope you like it!

"CBI… hands where I can see them!" Lisbon took a step forwards while keeping her gun trained on the man standing in front of her with an arm wrapped around Jane's throat. "Let him go Peters!" He tightened his grip, and she noticed how pale Jane looked.

"Don't take another step," he hissed. She stopped, but didn't lower her weapon.

"You won't get away with this. As we speak, my agents are closing in around the property. If you don't turn yourself in you might not live to see your prison cell," He chuckled at her words.

"Nice try. Now put the gun down." After a few seconds she slowly bent down and dropped it on the concrete path.

"Lisbon… no." She made eye contact with Jane and shook her head.

"I can't let him kill you," she said. Peters smiled.

"Now kick it to me," he said smugly. She gave it a push, and it slid over to him. He picked it up and aimed it at her head.

"Okay… now let him go." She raised her hands. He seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head.

"No can do. You see… if I do that I have no way of escape. I will be throwing away my ticket out of here." Lisbon noted with concern that Jane's lips had a blue tinge to them, and he was struggling to breathe.

"If you do this there is no way you will make it out of here alive." As she spoke, Rigsby rounded the side of the house.

"CBI… drop the weapon!" he shouted. Peters let Jane go, causing him to slump to the ground, and fired at the new threat. Cho and Van Pelt, however, had come around the other side of the house. Grace shot twice, hitting him straight in the chest. As soon as her agents had made an appearance Lisbon had dropped to the ground beside Jane.

"Boss! You okay?" Van Pelt ran over and kneeled down beside them. "What happened?" Lisbon rolled an unconscious Jane onto his back and put two fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. Although relieved to find one, she noted with concern how weak it was.

"He couldn't breathe and passed out." She glanced up at Cho and Rigsby. "Call an ambulance." Van Pelt took off her jacket and balled it up, carefully sliding it under Jane's head.

"How far away is that ambulance?"

"On it's way boss." Lisbon looked down again when Jane began to stir.

"Jane… can you hear me?" She shook him gently by the shoulder. "You need to wake up. That's an order!" After a few seconds he opened his eyes, blinking a few times in the bright light.

"Wha… I mean… did we…" He broke off in a coughing fit, and Lisbon turned him onto his side to help him breathe easier.

"It's okay. We got him." He looked relieved at her words. Sirens could be heard approaching. He tried to sit up, but Lisbon held him down firmly. Rigsby and Cho were waiting out front for the ambulance, and Grace was busy talking into her phone a few metres away. He looked over to the man lying on the ground, and saw him staring right back at him.

"Time to die," he choked out before raising the gun.

"Lisbon!" Jane pushed her behind him as the man fired. Lisbon reacted quickly, whipping out her gun and putting a bullet in his head.

"Boss!" Van Pelt dropped her phone and ran over, bending down to check Peter's pulse. "He's dead," she confirmed. Lisbon released a shaky breath.

"You good Jane?"

"Um… Lisbon… we have a slight problem." He pulled his hand away from his front. It was covered in his blood.

"Crap. We need that ambulance now!" she hollered to Rigsby before kneeling down beside Jane and pushing down on his stomach. He flinched, and she found herself apologising. "You should never have done that. You put your life in danger for me! I should never have let you come. I wasn't thinking. Stupid… stupid…" Jane grabbed her wrist, and she realised she had been putting more and more pressure on the wound. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe that I was dumb enough-" She stopped as he lifted a hand to her cheek.

"It's okay," he said in a calm voice. "I did it to protect you." She felt like crying and punching something at the same time.

"You shouldn't have needed to."

"But I did. And I'm glad." He smiled and closed his eyes.

"No no no no! Stay with me! Listen to me Jane… you can't go to sleep! Jane!" Van Pelt grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away as the paramedics took over.

Lisbon jumped into the ambulance after they had loaded Jane inside, but no-one questioned her. She watched them hook up an IV drip into Jane's arm and keep pressure on the part of his stomach where the bullet had entered and felt dread growing inside her. What if he doesn't make it? What if I wake up tomorrow and he isn't here?

"Bullet wound to the abdomen… unconscious… irregular heartbeat… going into shock…" Everything was one big blur. The next thing she knew they were at the hospital and she was running alongside the gurney inside.

"Excuse me Miss but you can't go in there!" She tried to push past the nurse but was held back.

"CBI… let me through!"

"Mr Jane is going into surgery. Please… take a seat." She felt like yelling at this woman in front of her, but managed to keep her composure, letting out a deep breath and walking over to one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room.

"What happened?"

"Where is he?"

"Can we see him?"

Lisbon was bombarded with questions as her agents raced through the front doors into reception.

"He took a bullet to the stomach. They're taking him into surgery now." A collective sigh could be heard, and Van Pelt sat down next to her.

"It's okay boss. Jane will be fine… he always is." Her voice was soft and caring, and Lisbon didn't know why until she felt the tears sliding down her face. She quickly brushed them away and stood up.

"I have to go… um…" She hurried away to the nearest ladies bathroom and shut herself in, scowling at her reflection in the mirror. "Keep it together Teresa. What's the matter with you? You haven't been like this since…" She flashed back to another time. Another place. Another bad guy. Same Jane who had nearly died because she wasn't there to protect him. She would never forget that moment when her flashlight lit up the water around him. That moment when she realised that he was just floating there, unmoving. That moment when she had thrown herself into the water and dragged him out, putting an ear to his chest and hearing silence. That moment when she breathed air into his lungs, all while thinking he was going to die. I couldn't save him then and I couldn't save him now. He took a bullet for me and I didn't even realise. She slid down the wall and onto the floor, staring at the wall opposite. He's going to die and it will be all my fault.

Not sure if I should carry on or not. Let me know if you think I should! Any reviews are welcome. Feel free to add any suggestions for the next chapter (If I continue).