What would Jane do if he thought his wife and unborn baby were dead?
He could smell the pizza aroma from the back seat, and he was getting hungry, and was glad that Lisbon was craving it. He looked at his watch and wondered if she had got home already. He hoped that she would do as she normally did when she arrived home, and take a short nap on the couch. He wanted to surprise her with the baby crib that he set up this morning in the nursery. It was one that she saw on the internet and liked it because it made into a small bed when the baby was old enough to not sleep in the crib. He also had another surprise for her. She worried about the pond near the house when the child got old enough to play outside. He arranged for a company to come out to the house next week to put up a fence around the front of the cabin, with a gate the child would not be able to reach. Later they would get a swing set and other outdoor door toys, and also swimming lessons. He wanted to make sure that Lisbon would not worry about their child playing outside.
Getting closer to the curve that led to their cabin, he saw red lights coming from the around the curve. He felt his heart begin to beat faster. There wasn't much traffic this way, and his mind jumped to Lisbon. He pushed on the gas pedal and when around the corner faster than normal. His eyes opened wide when he see fire trucks, ambulance and paramedic blocking the road, and sees a fire coming from a car burning down a small embankment. He applies the brake and comes to a fast step, barely waiting for the car to completely come still he jumps out of the car and runs towards the accident. He looks terrified as he sees the car, Lisbon van was the car burning. He runs towards the car, screaming her name. He could see a body in the driver's seat as the fire department and police tried to get the fire out so they can approach the car. Jane runs right for the van, as two police stop him.
"Let me go…that's my wife there." He screams at them and manages to push his way from the officers. This time a fireman grabs him.
"You can't go near the car, you'll get burned." The fireman says. Jane doesn't seem to notice the heat from the fire as he hits the man and rushes on to the car. He is screaming to leave him alone as he gets closer to the car, the fire is now out, but it is still hot. Another fireman grabs him, and pushed Jane to the ground. Jane is on his hands and knees and is now crawling to the car.
"Leave me alone….I can't lose her….Theresa please, please not her…Please." He keeps yelling her name as he nearer to the car, he stands up and reaches for the driver's door and stands in shock at what he sees. His mind realizing that there is only a burned body there, nothing that he can identify as Lisbon. He stands there tears coming down his face as he reached for the door. Three men finally reach for him and drag him away from the car; he is fighting them and yelling that he needs to be there. They get him to a squad car and try to get him inside the car; he pushes again, and gets away after he hits one of the cops. He starts running down the road, he has to make sure that Lisbon got home safe, that wasn't his wife and unborn child in that car. Fate wouldn't be that unkind again to him, she was laying on the couch asleep.
What seemed like miles to Jane, as he reaches their cabin he stops, bends over to catch his breath. He body straining for breath from the run. He stands up and sees the house is dark, and there is no van parked next to the Air Stream. He yells her name and he runs up the house, quickly unlocking the house and races in. The house is silent as he goes over to their couch, she wasn't there. "Theresa where are you?" he yells out making his way to their bedroom and then walking slowly to the nursery he looks around for a note from her telling him that she went to the store to get some ice cream, her favorite thing to eat at midnight. There was no note as he reached the nursery and opens the door. It is empty, just the crib and a rocking chair in the room.
He falls to the floor, yelling out her name as his fist hit the floor. What had he done to deserve this he mind flashing to see his first family dead laying on the floor and bed twelve years ago?
Twenty minutes later, there are no more tears left, his body felt empty, realizing that he would never see his child that was to be born in a couple of weeks. Never touch the woman who saved him from a life of despair twelve years ago. He couldn't deal with the loss of this family. He slowly gets up and staggers out the door and goes into the bathroom. He sees his face in the mirror; rage going through him at what God, if there was a God was doing to him again. He drives his fist into the mirror glass breaking into pieces but not falling out. He opens the medicine cabinet and with blood flowing downs his fingers he finds two bottles sitting in the bottom of the cabinet. Pills that he didn't have to use any more, when he couldn't go to sleep. He opens the bottles and pours the pills in his hands, some dropping on the floor. He throws the bottles on the floor, and opens his mouth and puts the handful of pills in his mouth and after a couple of attempts he swallows them all. He walks out of the room and goes back to the nursery. He sits down next to the crib and closes his eyes. He couldn't live without them and this time there would be nobody to stop him, like the police did when he called them from the home he had once. He wanted to be with Theresa and their child if what she believed was true, and he prayed that it would be true.
