A/N: Okay first I want to address the nickname 'Jello' since a lot of people asked after reading the last fic I posted Faith. Jello is Jane/Lisbon. I did not make this up so I can't take the credit for it. All that I can remember is I read it somewhere and I thought it was better than 'Jisbon' because well... I'll say this, blame Andy Samberg XD. The letters 'J' and 'L' said together sound like 'Jell' and then someone, I don't know who, added an 'o' to the end, hence 'Jello.' Spread the word, I think it might catch on!

Now that I got that out of my system onto this story. This fic came about after I re-watched Bloodshot. There was just so much to grab onto in that episode, especially with regards to Jane's past. So after watching, writing, editing, cutting, pasting, deleting and writing some more... Voila, the result is the following two-parter. And since it is almost Father's Day (the timing was purely coincidence), I'd like to dedicate this to all the dads out there! Feed me reviews, I get hungry. Enjoy!

Spoilers: 1x16 Bloodshot

Warnings: Course language

Disclaimer: I only own the characters you don't recognize. The rest belong to people in a much high tax bracket than me. Hmmm, I wonder why.

Part I: Mysterious Visitor

She was sitting outside of Lisbon's closed office door. A young woman with wavy dark red hair covering her face, her head bent over an empty paper cup.

"Who is she?" Rigsby asked in a hushed voice.

"I don't know, she's been sitting there for almost an hour," Van Pelt replied. "She wanted to speak to Lisbon."

"Lisbon and Jane are out on some business lunch, won't be back for a while," said Cho.

"That's what I told her, she said she'd wait," Van Pelt sighed. "She looks so sad. I wonder how she knows Lisbon."

"Maybe she's Lisbon's long lost sister?" offered Rigsby

"Man, you've been watching way too many soap operas," Cho replied.

"N-no, I haven't."

"Oh, don't be so defensive," Van Pelt added with a smirk. "It's okay to be in touch with your feminine side."

"Or your geriatric one," Cho deadpanned.

"Shut-up, both of you."

Van Pelt and Cho snickered when they heard the distinctive voice of their boss coming from the elevators.

"Seriously, I'm sick of having to bail you out of lawsuits!"

The trio waiting in the bullpen quickly went back to their respective desks and tried to look busy.

"Here we go again," muttered Van Pelt under her breath.

Lisbon looked absolutely furious with Jane as they walked in.

"I said I was sorry," Jane insisted.

"Oh sure, now you're sorry. Tell that to the poor waiter at the hospital."

"He's fine, how was I supposed to know he was going to have a panic attack?"

"Gee, Jane, I don't know," she fumed sarcastically. "Maybe because you lit his arm on fire!"

"Well when you put it that way..."

Lisbon simply scowled at him incredulously.

"It wasn't even real fire."

"Like he was supposed to know the difference!" she exclaimed. "You are just lucky Minelli wasn't there."

"I don't think he would have appreciated that particular trick anyway," Jane quipped, before adding in a whisper. "He's afraid of fire."

He smiled innocently up at Lisbon.

"You are a royal pain in the ass."

"That's sweet, Lisbon, thank you."

If looks could kill, Jane would have been a pile of smouldering ash. Lisbon was about to say something when she noticed that she was being watched. Peering over Jane's shoulder, Lisbon found herself staring into large shining blue eyes.

"Hello," Lisbon greeted, forgetting about Jane's earlier antics. "Can I help you?"

The young woman didn't say anything as her attention shifted to Jane.

"Excuse me, miss?"

In a flash, the stranger threw herself at Jane. Lisbon caught the young woman before she could even get close to her consultant.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed, fighting against Lisbon. "I could kill you! I could kill you for what you did to her!"

After a few heart-pounding seconds, the woman collapsed, dissolving into tears as Lisbon held her. Glancing up, Lisbon caught Jane's eye. For the first time in a long while, he looked completely and utterly shocked.

Lisbon placed a fresh cup of coffee on the interrogation room table. The woman, with shaky hands, took the drink and brought it to her lips.

"I'm sorry," she apologized for the umpteenth time.

"It's okay," replied Lisbon patiently. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Carrie..." she trailed off but didn't continue.

"Okay, Carrie, why are you here to see me?"

"I found your name in the paper. I-I knew you would lead me t-to…" her gaze settled on the one-way mirror.

"Carrie?" Lisbon prompted.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Fresh tears coursed down her already flushed cheeks as Lisbon reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm.

"It's okay."

From the other side of the mirror, Van Pelt, Cho and Rigsby were all watching Jane. The consultant had been extremely quiet for some time now, staring blankly into the room.

"Do you know her?" Van Pelt asked, breaking the unbearable silence.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"Wow, that's a first," Rigsby commented, which earned him a frown from Van Pelt.

"First time for everything, I guess," laughed Jane, mirthlessly.

Van Pelt studied Jane for a moment, immediately noticing that the usual mischievous sparkle in his eyes was missing.

"She's really sad," Jane said, barely audible. "Really sad."

Nobody dared to say anything else as they returned their focus to the mysterious woman.

"Why did you want to see me, Carrie?" Lisbon asked again gently.

She began playing with elastic around her wrist, averting her eyes from Lisbon.

"Carrie?"

When she finally looked up, she shrugged her shoulders.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"What's the point?" she nervously chuckled. "You know what? I don't even know what possessed me to bother coming here in the first place."

"Carrie, you tried to attack my colleague."

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Carrie carefully pushed back a loose curl from her face and began twisting a shell pendant hanging from her neck. A look of resentment settled across her fragile face.

"Why don't you ask him then."

"Dr. Prentice is evaluating her right now," Lisbon explained to her team. "Until then, let's figure out who this girl is and what she wants with Jane."

"I did some digging using her driver's licence," Van Pelt announced, pulling up a file on her computer. "Carrie is Carrie Leitwyn, twenty two, originally from Seattle. Her parents, Martin and Sylvia, still live there, along with her little brother Porter who's eight. She's a college student at NYU, Music Major. She has a record, spent a night in jail last year for a DUI charge."

"Jane, are you sure you don't recognize her?" Lisbon asked. "Maybe she's a former client?"

"I don't know who she is."

Lisbon took in the hollow expression in his eyes. It was almost as though his mind was somewhere far away.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, peachy," he brushed off carelessly. "I've always wanted a sad and broken girl to threaten my life."

"Jane..."

"No, no, I probably deserve it."

"You don't know that. She could be just a random psychotic stalker."

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Lisbon. I do appreciate the effort," he smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "But, you were in there with her. You know she's definitely not psychotic. She's just in pain."

Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt all exchange uncomfortable glances. Shooting her team a pointed look, Lisbon titled her head ever so slightly towards the door. The three of them nodded and quietly filed out of the bullpen, giving her some privacy with Jane.

"That really wasn't necessary," he said after they had left.

"I think it was," Lisbon replied, crossing her arms. "Talk. You know something about her."

"I told you," he insisted. "I don't."

"Bullshit, Jane. I may not be as observant as you but I know you're lying."

"Congratulations," he quipped derisively. "Did you want a prize?"

Lisbon didn't look at all impressed.

"Quit trying to be the damn martyr and let me help you."

Standing up from his couch, he slowly began pacing back and forth.

"I, uh, I-I've done a lot of things I'm not very proud of."

He cast his gaze to the floor.

"So have I," she said softly. "That doesn't mean you have to torture yourself."

His blue eyes darkened, clouded by guilt.

"I deserve it."

"Don't talk like that," Lisbon warned. "Who is she?"

There was lengthy pause. She thought for a moment he wasn't going to say anything.

"Do you remember Carol Gentry?"

It took Lisbon a minute to recall the familiar name.

"She was one of your former clients," she said slowly, before continuing. "She committed suicide. What's her connection with this woman?"

"Carrie's necklace, it's the same one Carol had on the last time I saw her."

The red hair, the necklace, it suddenly clicked in Lisbon's mind.

"Carrie is Carol Gentry's sister."

TBC