[I would like to give an infinite amount of thank you's to MerriWyllow, who helped me a freaking ton with this fanfic. You rock!
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.]
"I'm not crazy, Lisbon." Jane's eyes were wide as he gazed at Teresa. He wanted desperately to reach out for her hand, but he was too frightened to.
"I know, Jane." she replied in a tight voice,"but they don't."
"Please get me out of here," he glanced around, then continued, "The people here are all insane."
"I know." she agreed.
"I don't want to be in a hopsital frever."
"I know." Lisbon nodded. She wouldn't want to be in one until death, either, that's for sure.
Jane sighed, looking down at his hands. "I don't know what came over me..." he murmured.
Lisbon's eyes hardened slightly as she remembered that night. "Jane, you assaulted me with a knife." She recalled it clearly, like it was yesterday. After a particularly exhausting Red John case that brought up horrible memories for the consultant, Lisbon had tried to help him, help Jane. The one thing she didn't anticipate was the dagger he tried to stab her with when she had sat on his couch.
"I'm sorry," Jane told her, holding her gaze.
"I believe you." And she did, because what Jane didn't realize was he wasn't the only one who could tell when people were lying.
"Do you forgive me?" he asked in a near whisper, blue eyes pleading.
Lisbon gulped. "Yes..."
"Then you'll do anything to get me out of here." Jane asked in a voice that showed he was simply confirming what he already knew.
"I'm trying, Patrick." she replied, slightly frustrated with the man.
"We're on a first name basis now?" he cracked a grin. "I was wondering when you'd cave, eh, Teresa?" he winked, trying to diffuse the tension.
When Jane say Lisbon's stony gaze though, the grin dropped.
"Is this really the right time to attempt humor?" Lisbon stressed the last words. She simply could not believe this man.
"I can't resist it." Jane shrugged. "The easiest way of get out of an awkward conversation is to crack a joke." his voice was joking, but his eyes were serious.
"Was that an awkward conversation?" asked Lisbon, keeping up the playful bantering that they were both so comfortable with.
"Uh, no. You just dn't have a sense of humor." jane informed her.
"Oh, hush."
Jane's gaze tuned grim. "Please, don't leave, Lisbon..." He reached out, gently taking her hand.
She tensed slightly, but didn't pull her hand away. "I have to," her voice cracked slightly and she cleared her throat. "My hour is almost up."
"I mean, don't get hurt when trying to get me out."
Lisbon's eyes widened. "Oh."
Jane nodded curtly. "Yeah. Some people would do anything to keep me inside a place where I can't escape, including hurt or kill anyone helping me."
"I'll be careful," she promised, squeezing his hand. She glanced at the clock. Thirty seconds left until her visiting hour was over.
There was silence for what could have been an eternity or a nonosecond, when Jane finally replied.
"Good. I need you, Teresa."
She leaned across the table, kissing his cheek. To Jane it felt like a feather, or a butterfly wing brushing against his face. "I know," she whispered.