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"Oh, Jane. Why are you doing this to me? It's been thirty-two days and your condition is the exact same. You are never going to wake up are you?" she says to Jane.
Mere minutes later Kate walks in the room once again to see Lisbon sitting beside Jane, as if it were only yesterday they came in. She slowly moves to stand beside Lisbon, preparing to give the news.
"Miss Lisbon," she starts, "I am supposed to let you know that you are the closest thing to family Mr. Jane has. Therefore, you have the say over his ventilator. If you so choose, you are the one to decide whether or not the plug will be pulled. I understand that this is a hard choice, so take your time. I will be at the nurses station if you need me." She turned around and walked out the door as she saw Lisbon's world once again come crashing down, her heart shattering beyond repair, and her faith disappearing as fast as she could fall to the floor on her knees.
"Jane, I'm so sorry. You must understand that I can't do this anymore. Don't you see? I really meant what I said. I do love you Jane. I do. That is why I have to let go, let myself go. I don't know how you could go on after you lost so much. I am not strong. I can't do this. I am leaving. I need to end this pain. I never really could understand how someone could end their own life, but now I know," she said as she stood and gently touched his cheek with her fingers. "I get it. This is what they were feeling. I never thought much about how I would do something like this, but I know I can do it. Somehow I have to find the strength. It helps to know there is a chance that maybe someday, somewhere I will find myself in your arms, though you don't believe. Please Jane, please believe for me." Lisbon's hand made it's way from it's resting place on Jane's cheek to his heart. She left it there and felt his heart beat.
'But it's not really his,' she told herself. 'A machine is breathing for him now.'
Lisbon took her hand off his body and stood. After a moment of deliberation she carefully slid into his bed, watching closely to make sure wires and machines went undisturbed. Her head found his shoulder and her hand grabbed his. She laid like this for a long time. After a few minutes she found herself thinking back to the days when everything was okay. When everything was happy and when Jane was annoying. What she wouldn't give to be like that again.
"I'm a cop, and I lie to you all the time. You never catch it."
"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you're translucent, my dear. I always know when your lying. Sometimes I let you think you fooled me just so you don't feel bad," Jane smiled.
"Name one time," Lisbon challenged.
"Mm. Last Thanksgiving you said you were going back East to your brothers house, but I knew you were actually planning to have three days home alone to watch old movies, and eat ice cream."
"Okay," she said avoiding eye contact. "So that's one time."
"I mean, I wasn't humiliated. I wasn't brainwashed," she started to explain.
"So you say," he started.
"I wasn't," Lisbon continued, "It was useful, actually."
"How so?" Jane asked her while biting his apple.
"Learning about communication and leadership skills, building trust… something you could profit from."
"What does that mean?" he asked her.
Like you don't know you have major trust issues."
"I trust people. I trust you."
"No, you don't. I don't trust you either."
Jane skillfully tossed his apple and watched it land in the can with a thud. "That's upsetting to hear that. And really, you don't trust me?"
"Of course not. How many times have you lied to me, misled me, tricked me? Is that trust? No."
"Well we have to remedy this. Let's do a trust fall," he told her looking all too serious.
"A trust fall?" she asked starting to get worried.
"Yeah. I'm sure you did one on your CBI retreat. It's when you turn around and fall backword, and I catch you," he explained
"Oh, yes, we did do that."
"Mm-hmm."
"No," Lisbon said sternly.
"You wont?" he asked confused.
"We have a long drive still."
"Ah. Here we have two co-workers recognizing the boundaries of their professional relationship. See, you want to trust me, but there is something holding you back."
"Yes. You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you."
"Lisbon," he said while looking in her eyes, "I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens, I will be there for you. I will." Jane bent his knees a little so he was at her level. "I need you to know that."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She nodded her head once, but it was barely visible. Jane caught it though, and that was enough for him.
"Now can I catch you?" he asked her.
"Come on," She said tying to get out of it, though still somewhat shocked at what he had just shared.
"Please?" Jane added.
"Fine." She turned around and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Come on," he urged her. To her surprise two strong arms caught her as she fell. The relief coursed through her.
"See, you can trust me," Jane said happily.
"Oh, wow. That worked. Suddenly, I trust you," she said with exaggeration.
"Uh-huh!" he said, sounding excited.
"I allow you to drive me around this country in this contraption. That's serious trust," she told him as she got in his car.
"Oh, you have no notion how good it is to see your face… Rigsby," Jane smiled.
"Rigsby?" Lisbon asked worried.
"Ahhh…" he said with a smile.
"Ah, your funny," she said with a laugh.
"Still awake?" Jane asked through the screen.
"Wide," replies Lisbon.
"Jane, be careful. Don't try and get them to say anything or stop them. All we need is their phone," she warns.
"Just give us the number. We'll track the kidnappers address."
"Okay. Here comes someone."
"Jane, just do your mind games and get out of there, okay?
"Don't worry mom."
It was these days, these moments, she realized she missed most. The ones of laughter, full of care, and of course Jane with his annoying tricks.
This was the end, she realized as she took a piece of paper and pen from her small, barely used purse. Just knowing what she had to say brought more tears.
Lisbon you can't give up yet. Can't you see I'm trying to wake for you. Of course she can't see. I can't move. I can't talk either. How could she know. Come on move, move…!
Kate,
This is the only thing I can do right now. I am not mentally stable to make any decisions about Jane or anything else for that matter. I am giving you and the rest of the medical staff here the opportunity to do what you feel best. To pull the plug is unbearable, but to leave him in so much constant pain, alone, that is unthinkable.
So sorry,
Teresa Lisbon
Tears stained the paper as she finished. Lisbon put the pen on the table and stood to face Jane. She crossed the room to his side for the last time, she figured. As she took his hand and kissed it softly she said, "Good bye Jane. I love you now and will love you forever. No matter what happens now. Everything will be okay."
As she set Jane's hand down on the bed, she thought she felt his hand briefly and very softly squeeze her own. 'I'm feeling things now too. There is no way that just happened.' she told herself as she turned to leave. Looking at Jane one more time, she turned and left, gently closing the door behind her.
Yes, you did it. Did she feel it? No! Okay do it again. God, please help. If indeed you are out there somewhere you will help her see I'm okay. That I'm waking up. I can't do it again… why? No Lisbon, don't leave yet. No… I can't be too late. I…I love you too, Teresa. Wake up. Save her. Listen she is leaving...
An hour later Jane started breathing on his own. The machine alerted the nurse who ran in to find the Lisbon missing. After tending to Jane, who was now out of his coma, she called Lisbon's cell, to find no one answering. She found this a little strange, but was too concerned with Jane's condition to worry.
Teresa Lisbon sat in her house. Well actually she laid in her house, because as soon as she made it in the door she collapsed onto the floor.
"I can't do this anymore. Without Patrick what am I? What can I do? I never even got to tell him. I have no choise..."
With that thought she stood up and made her way to her bedroom.
Jane opened his eyes. The room was dark and his eyes were blurry. At first he wasn't sure if he had even waken up. But as his eyes adjusted and the blurriness went away, he was sure. Struggling to sit up, he remembered what had helped him wake up.
'Lisbon. Oh God, what if I'm too late? I need to hurry.'
Gently pulling the IV out of his arm, he got out of bed. Almost falling over, he grabs the bed to steady himself. Taking small baby steps, he walks to his folded clothes on the table in the corner. Slipping his shirt over his head, and then stepping into his jeans, he hears the knock on the door and the nurse come in.
"Mr. Jane? Oh I thought I heard someone in here. What on earth are you doing out of bed. Get back in immediately," Kate says sternly. "How are you feeling?"
"No, I can't. I need to go. Now," He said while tying his shoes.
"I'm afraid I can't let you leave. You really shouldn't be up and about. I don't know how you are doing it."
"Lisbon is in trouble. She needs help. I am leaving. I'm leaving right now." He got up, pushed past Kate and walked out the door.
"Mr. Jane," said Kate while watching him step into the elevator, "you really shouldn't lea…"
Pushing the starred button, he waited- but not patiently. It seemed to him that it took an hour to get off the elevator and another to get out the door. As he made his way to the curb he called to a near by taxi. He got in, told the man Lisbon's address, and told the man to go as fast as he could.
Twelve and a half minutes later according to Jane's watch, the taxi pulled into Lisbon's driveway. As Jane opened the door he threw a twenty over the seat to the man.
"No change," he yelled at the man from the steps of her house. He flung the door open to see the house a disaster. Still not able to run, Jane hurried as fast as his uncooperative body allowed through the house. Reaching her room, he flashed back to the time when he came home to a quiet house to see that note on the door of the room that contained the dead bodies of his wife and daughter. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he opened the door and saw… a hand?
"Lisbon! Oh, Teresa, sweetheart wake up. Please. I'm sorry! Wake up for me please?" he begged as he reached for her wrist to feel a pulse and then gave CPR. After the recommended minute he took out his phone and called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" the operator asked as he put the phone on speaker, and restarted CPR.
"This is Patrick Jane from CBI. I have a woman here who unconscious and not breathing. I need an ambulance fast. Please hurry."
As he quickly told her the address and gave rescue breaths. He continued to perform CPR until the EMT's arrived. As they loaded her onto the ambulance, Jane said the one thing that came to mind. "I love you too, Lisbon. We made it this far, we can't stop now. Hang on there." This was when he finally allowed himself to break down.
Again.
To be continued? I don't know... I depends on if you like it or not. If you do, review, if you don't review. It's up to you! Please let me know what you think:) ---Wisher93
