Hey everyone, this is my first mentalist story. Tell me how I did, please review. If you are a fringe fan, please check out my stuff on the fringe section in the TV shows.

-Myelle

Jane see's her lying on the ground. She has a thick red liquid flowing from her head, arms and torso. Lisbon knows she's bleeding but she can't remember how. Jane rushes over to her, picking up the top half of her body and resting it in his lap. He frantically tries to stop the bleeding but it's to no prevail.

Lisbon feels herself start to shake, but it isn't her, it is Jane. He shakes with sobs while trying to talk to her.

"Open your eyes. Please."

he is in hysterics and can't breath right. He thinks he's lost her already. Van Pelt, Rigsby and Cho are right behind him but leave him with her. Van Pelt calls an ambulance. She remembers the whole scene.

Her and Jane were to take a car to the crime scene. They left about ten minutes after Lisbon did and Lisbon called fro backup. Whatever she had said on the phone made Jane extremely anxious. Jane called Cho and Rigsby to come and told them call in more backup. Jane had told her to speed up and stared out the front window, expressionless for the remainder of the ride.

Rigsby and Cho also remembered everything from earlier that day. They ahd gotten a call from Jane around ten that morning, calling for backup. They guessed that someone had been hurt, otherwise, his voice would not have been so shaky.

Now, all three watched as Jane held their boss's body. She looked dead, in fact, Van pelt already had tears in her eyes, thinking that she was dead. As they watched Jane, the two men standing behind her couldn't help but shed a tear. Rigsby let Van pelt burry her face in his shoulder as she cried.

But no one cried as Patrick Jane did. He had had a couple rough years since his wife died. Working at the CBI had given him a whole new look on life. He owed everything to Lisbon, who made him see that he would choose life rather than revenge. Jane had never cried so hard in his life, not even as child, not when his wife and daughter were left cut apart for him to discover, but then again, never had he loved someone as much as he loved Lisbon.

Lisbon heard him cry and she wished he would stop. He should not care so much about her. True, she could not stop caring for him, but it was different with him. he still loved his wife and was grieving his daughter, well, at least she thought so.

Lisbon lost consciousness and was put onto a stretcher. Jane sat in the back of the ambulance. They arrived at the hospital about ten minutes later. The paramedics had already dressed some of her wound to stop the bleeding.

Jane tried his hardest to forget what happened but the memories kept haunting him. Patrick Jane had gotten a very urgent call from Lisbon.

"Jane, thank God you answered."

"Lisbon, is something the matter?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I need help. Call everyone and tell them not to come. it's dangerous. Call for professional backup. Do not come Jane, okay?"

"Okay." He whispered. Of course he was going to go get her. he couldn't live with himself if anything bad happened because he wasn't there on time. He called Cho and Rigsby who were at the office and told them to hurry. There was a narrow alleyway and the vehicle wouldn't fit so they had to go on foot. Van Pelt was right behind Jane as they sprinted through the twisting alleyways. Jane turned a corner and stopped breathing at the sight of Lisbon's tangled and bruised and bloody body. There was a man leaning over him. he took out a knife and stabbed her right on her side. Lisbon didn't even move, which made Jane come to the conclusion that she was already dead. He ran as fast as he could to her and the man ran as fast as he could away from her. He pulled her seemingly lifeless body onto his lap and cried over her. There was still a pulse but it was slowing rapidly. He knew if they didn't get her out of here quickly, she would die. She could still die even if they did get her out of here.

Now, as he sat in the hospital room with an unconscious Lisbon, he wondered what would've happened if it had been him instead. he had a knack for getting into trouble, also for getting out of it, but that was beside the point.

The nurses continually told him that she'd be alright but she didn't look alright to him. She had bruises covering her perfect face and even though the blood was gone, Jane could still imagine the blood covering her body and it made him sick.

"excuse me sir, visiting hours are over." A doctor said as she entered the room to check on Lisbon. He had been here all day with her and she had not yet woken up. He couldn't leave her, surely they knew that.

Van pelt, Rigsby and Cho couldn't stay. Minnelli had taken them back to the office to work. Jane couldn't believe they had to work after all this. Minnelli really pissed him off. he always made Lisbon's and everyone else's lives so much harder than they ahd to be, and they didn't deserve that.

"Please let me stay. I can't leave her." He pleaded. the doctor told him she'd be right back and then she left. Jane grabbed Lisbon's hand in his and kissed it, hoping that maybe she would feel it and wake up, but of course it didn't work. Jane wondered if she would ever wake up.

Anything could happen.

The doctor walked in and said that after what they had been through, he could stay until the day she left if he so chose.

If she leaves, Jane thought as he nodded at the doctor.

"Would you like some pillows or blankets? There's a couch over there that you can lay on." She said.

"No thanks , I probably won't get much sleep anyways."

She nodded, obviously understanding and left the room. Jane knew she had lost someone before. He guessed a husband or loved one. Fiancée maybe.

After she left, Jane made his way over to the couch but didn't bother lying down. he just sat there, staring at Lisbon, willing her to wake up.

***

A few days later, Jane was finally asleep when Lisbon woke up. She preferred not to wake him up and, strange as it sounds, after all that sleep, she was extremely tired so she lay her head back onto the pillow and fell back asleep.

Jane awoke a few hours later and checked on Lisbon. H felt like he betrayed her by sleeping. He wouldn't sleep again until she woke up.

Lisbon woke up the nest day again with Jane staring anxiously at her side.

"Theresa, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

Jane smiled and kissed her hand, her cheek and then her lips.

"I love you." he said "Right back at you." she said as she smiled and from that moment, they both knew she would be okay.

So, how was my first Mentalist fic? I have a sequel ready so if you want it on the site, just let me know in a review. Everyone loves reviews. ;)