It was what she would have done for anyone
written by Lie
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. Made no profit.
A/N: Have mercy, I'm not a native and probably made a lot of mistakes. (I'm searching for a nice beta *hint*)
summary: Jane lost his smile, his whole facade and only shock kept him from starting to cry.
Lisbon did what she would have done for anyone.
Jane swore he would rethink his ways and means, since he couldn't change hers.
3 short parts, all written, I'll post the second and third in the next few days
Jane lost his smile, his whole facade and only shock kept him from starting to cry. Lisbon slumped back against him, her eyes wide, her left hand clutched to her abdomen, her right hand stopping the way to the gun strapped to her hip, falling down and hanging limp.
Jane thought about the trust fall he persuaded her to do after she told him she didn't trust him. His arms snapped up without him really taking notice of his own actions, grabbing her under her arms. Bending his knees he lowered them both to the ground.
"Arrest him for attacking a federal agent." It must have still been the shock that kept him from smiling the second she rasped out that line. Cho did just that, right after calling an ambulance. Jane was totally useless.
Everything blurred before him, curious, he thought, wasn't that the experience of those dying, the feeling of floating over your own body watching the activities unfolding? He looked at the blood covering his own hand as he pressed it to Lisbon's wound. Luckily he was watching himself from the outside, he couldn't fathom the thought of feeling her blood on his hands.
"Teresa Lisbon?" a frantic voice asked loudly at the nurses desk and Jane's gaze moved in the direction, slowly, automatically. The Nurse showed the man in their direction and Cho stood up, while Rigsby stopped his pacing staring at the newcomer.
"Matt Lisbon.", the man introduced himself his eyes sweeping from one to the other, unsure if he was addressing the right group of people. Cho introduced himself and explained. Jane's head sunk down again, slowly, automatically, his arms on his knees, his eyes appearing to be fixed on the floor, only he wasn't really seeing the floor.
"She stepped between you and her attacker?" Matt asked sitting down beside Jane in the uncomfortable plastic chairs of the waiting room. The lights in the windowless room had been dimmed to reflect the night outside. Jane rubbed his eyes, they hurt.
"My attacker." he corrected, "my fault", he added.
Matt gave him a mildly surprised look, studying him more closely, with eyes that reminded him of Lisbon. Jane hoped Matt would knock him down for what he had done, but even now he had a pretty good knowledge of how his counterpart would act. Now he was reading and anticipating, why hadn't he done that earlier?
Big green eyes, berating him for the minute misdeeds, but all understanding when it came to the big ones, the ones he regretted himself. No pity, just understanding, compassion. "She's gonna make it", Matt informed him. Trying to focus his attention on the most important thing. And that was important. She was out of danger. But then... He'd nearly gotten her killed! Jane sprung up abruptly, marching away.