This is just the start of what I hope is a longer fic.

Right now it's just restating some Jisbon moments and I added one of my own to make it a little different.

This will be in Lisbon's POV of things! I'm thinking this will be a bit angsty.

Also:I don't own any of the characters, obviously. (Though I wish I did!)

I hope you all enjoy and please review! I love any constructive criticism or feedback!

It wasn't the fact that he had pointed a gun at her that shocked her. It was what he said. It was those words that meant so much, yet so little at the same time.

"Good luck, Teresa. Love you."

He hadn't shot her. He had snuck her out and put her in his own hideaway. Jane had explained what he had to do. He had to pretend to kill her to trick Red John. That was fine, but she was too curious. (And maybe a bit hopeful.)

"So, that thing you said..before you shot me? What did you mean" She asked. Her voice was soft and slightly shy.

"What did I say? I was kind of..hyped up." He responded innocently. Damn him.

She knew it he didn't mean it. She knew it.

There was the time before that. When they had posed as a couple for that case, the one with the diamonds. She hadn't felt it then; only fell speechless. Jane called her pet names, and she had hated it at the time. Now her heart ached and yearned for a fond word from his mouth, and she despised it. She hated she was falling into a trap, that he was accidentally leading her on and she was going to crash and burn. It wasn't those pet names she thought about most, though. It was the last thing he said.

"I love you."

He had said those treasured words, but not for the purpose she wanted. He did it for an alternate reason once again, he did it because it was necessary or he was teasing her, and it made her ears pound with fury.

The third time it happened was not any better. It was sentimental and uncalled for, but it was something friends did for each other, right? She had made sure he wasn't alone on the day his wife and child died; she had made sure he'd have a challenging case.

"Lisbon. Thank you." He smiled sadly at her, and it tugged at a twisted knot somewhere in her heart. She wanted to mend him, and take away all his hurt. She wanted to be able to send her love and her sympathy, but that wasn't possible. He needed time to mourn, and it would be stupid of her to tell him how she felt on the day his wife and child were killed. She gave him a hopeful smile in return, and watched him walk to his car alone. His grief was never ending, and she found herself wanting to find Red John and let Jane have his revenge, to have him squeeze the life out of Red John for putting him in so much pain. Hell, even she wanted to do it for him. There was nothing more she wanted to see than what whole, happy, and carefree Jane looked like.

The day following that one, she found a beige envelope on her desk. Lisbon quickly ripped it open and grinned at the origami frog inside. In Jane's scribbled script, it read: "Unfold." She carefully unfolded the creases of the neat frog and spotted more of his scribbled writing.

Lisbon,

Thank you for yesterday.

Love,

Jane

P.S. It was amusing to see you try to be patient with me.

Lisbon shook her head with an amused smile, tucking the note into one of her desk drawers. There was that word again. Love. This had to stop, before she interpreted this into something he didn't actually mean.

The beach was testing her limits. He had pulled the strings of her heart like his own puppet show.

"You have no idea what you've meant to me. What you mean to me."

Lisbon had tried to convince him out of saying it now. They were going somewhere important, she didn't want to start something in the middle of the Red John chase. If he was going to say those words she was dying to hear, she didn't want to hear it now.

He had pulled her close, in an intimate hug that wouldn't have been considered for "Just friends." He could probably feel her pounding heart and her melting into his arms, with just one touch. Why was he the one to unwind her?

Her face twisted into a funny smile but it was only a tidbit of what she felt inside. Her insides felt like they were on fire, and her heart was racing.

"I'll be right back. I have a surprise for you." The way he said it was a bit off from his ordinary tone and Lisbon should've noticed. Instead she was so caught up in feelings she didn't. It was too late when she heard the start of an engine and a car speeding away from her.

"Jane!" She shouted. Lisbon desperately patted her pockets to look for her phone. He had pickpocketed her when they hugged, hadn't he? Again, he did it for a necessary reason. Jane was in danger, and she was stranded and completely heart-broken. How could he use her like this? Why did he have to be so stupid and reckless and clever at the same time? He wanted to protect her, but it was her job to protect him.

She swallowed, steeled her emotions and forced herself to focus on getting to Jane. He needed her whether he would admit it or not. She would walk all night if she had to.

So Lisbon began her journey in the direction Jane had left. The sky was darkening and the only thing to keep her company was her thoughts.

It was cold and she was tired and completely wrecked emotionally, but she would find him. She always would.

When Lisbon saw someone with a car, she acted irrationally. She took his car, and his phone and despairingly called Jane and whatever help was in the area.
"You're throwing your life away if you do this." He clearly didn't listen to her, and she prayed harder than she ever had. She would do anything to get there on time.

"Bye Lisbon."

The car drove at break-neck speed, and she still hadn't made it in time. When she stepped out of the car and began running, a huge explosion erupted from the building. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched in horror. Acid tears she wouldn't let fall. Not when she was losing precious seconds to help Jane. Bright lights flashed all around her and there was only one name on her lips.

Jane.

Lisbon grabbed her flashlight and told the nearest person she was going in.

"Jane?" Her voice quivered. He couldn't be dead. There was so much she wanted to say. She should've protected him. She should have known what he was up to.

She found him lying on the floor, covered in black soot and debris. She yelled for a medic, and he was carried out. He was alive.

Lisbon spent the rest of the night and part of the morning in the hospital waiting room.

She'd never admit that her puffy eyes were from crying.