Disclaimer: It's not mine and that's good I believe.

A/N: I actually didn't plan to write a second chapter to that but somehow I got inspired and right now it looks like I'm going to post more short chapters. It will be a sad story, that being said. Thanks for all the lovely reviews to the first chapter, I was blown away. By the way, this is now an AU with not much case details.


The tears were captured in her eyes, but she wouldn't allow them to fall down, not yet. In an easy motion she sat foot before foot. Left. Right. Her lower lip was shaking, maybe even trembling. She was sweating a little on her small back and she felt the adrenalin and the ecstatic feeling kick in in her whole body. That was exactly what she needed now.

Lisbon moaned; the pregnancy-hormones were already driving her crazy or wasn't it the hormones? Actually she was quite surprised that Jane hadn't noticed right away as he'd walked out of the elevator in the bullpen. She took a deep breath and tried to gather herself up. No, he really hadn't she'd seen it in his eyes. He didn't know. Damn maybe he would never know.

Jane had wanted time to think and she had given him that, just like always. No word about her pregnancy because she had wanted him to stay for her. A baby would only complicate things she thought. Maybe he would've run scared or tell her that he couldn't handle it yet and honestly she didn't want to give him a reason to regret his decision to stay. To be back with her. The brokenness still wasn't healed fully.

Surely he would love the child she was carrying inside her–as far as he could and then he would grow to the person she needed eventually.

She came to a shaky halt and supported her upper body with her hands on her thighs. The tears just spilled out of her eyes and she gasped. They hit her pants and all she could think was that this was not supposed to happen. None of that.

All she was feeling was the anger and the anxiety.

Then her lungs remained her that this wasn't quite correct. Hell they were burning like they were on fire. Angrily she realized that she was over hormonal and unfortunately still very much in love with the man who had been abducted by a man who most likely was responsible for 10 murders in the past year. She had been against it from the beginning, she knew nothing good would come out of this .Abbott's words about no one except Jane being better in exploiting a situation like that didn't help her at all.

She knew how good he was. Though it wouldn't help him if he couldn't give the man what he wanted.

Her legs gave in and minutes later she found herself lying in the chilly grass once again. A knot was in her throat and she tried her best not to break it. She was not going to sob uncontrollably until the FBI would find Jane's body. Alive or dead.

Involuntary she put a hand on her flat stomach and prayed to God.

She needed Jane and his child would too.

Her mouth was a thin line as she remembered their last night together. Jane had looked at her for at least half an hour and his admiring gaze had wandered all over her small frame. How uncomfortable she had felt at the thought that he might find out about her little secret. Her cheeks had blushed in bright pink as he had stripped her panties down her legs.

"I missed this. I am so sorry you worried" He captured her lips with his and she groaned before she pulled back. Her index finger was trailing over his lower lip. "I missed you. Don't do that ever to me again."

Time. The time was passing way to fast; shouldn't Abbott have called her by now? A look at her clock told her that it was 6 am. Lisbon should probably go back. Abbott had told her to go home and rest for a while some when before the dawn would arrive.

She stood up shakily and for one second she thought she couldn't bear it.

Then, she swallowed the knot in her throat down and tried to bring her composure back.


When she entered the bullpen she could tell by Wylie's expression that there was no news, he looked exhausted and the grief was written all over his face. Someone should hug this poor guy.

"Jason," Lisbon called softly, "Come on, take a break, it's fine, you have done enough." She patted his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.

"I just need to do a check-up on uh this one person... the one…"

"This can wait. You and I are going to drink a coffee now." Then the thought entered her head that she probably shouldn't drink caffeine. She would drink tea, one of Jane's favorite types of tea.

Wylie eventually stood up and stretched his limbs. As they made their way to the kitchen they met Cho halfway.

"Lisbon," he sounded relieved to see her.

"So there're really no clues where he might be? We just know how his kidnapper looks like?" Her voice sounded bitter and numb.

"Yes but in his background, there may be some glues, we have to go deeper."

"Fine that do that, Wylie needs a break." She sounded bossier than she wanted to. "Sorry. I'm just I didn't mean to."

Wylie said, "I can do a background check now before I'll-"

Before he could say another word the two older agents and told him to shut up.

Their moods were on the edge.


A/N: Sorry for all of my mistakes. A review would be very nice. Should I continue with this?

-A x