A/N: I said that I would update often, but I don't have internet anymore at home. Thank you for the reviews. I hope you will like this new chapter.

Sweety

After a fight with Lisbon, Jane is send away on a case. It is then that someone from their past comes back to haunt them, starting with Lisbon. Will they find out who it is before something bad happen?

Shadow from the past

Chapter 1

It had been a long and difficult day. No new case, but Jane's absence had not been easy for Lisbon. She kept thinking of the night she had spent in the arms of her best friend, the happiness she had felt while he made love to her for the first time. Perhaps the last. Because of her and her fears. She had been waiting for this moment for years, had been

dreaming of it too. And when she finally realized her mistake, it was too late. Jane was gone, certainly angry and hurt. She could not do anything, couldn't say anything until his return.

She had tried to contact him several times during the day, but each and every call ended on voicemail. Or he might be too busy with this new case that had forced him to go to New York. The mere idea of him being so far away from her after what she told him this morning was hard. But it must be worse for him. It certainly must have been hard for him to take this step toward her, declaring his love, even without words.

She knew Jane long enough to know that he was not comfortable with his feelings. Since the death of his wife, he had refused to get close to anyone, for fear of suffering later. She understood that. It was not easy for her either after the death of her mother and her father's abandonment. She always was afraid to get attached to anyone for the same reasons as Jane. Yet her heart was beating for this man despite all the evil he had done unwittingly. And when at last he had taken the risk, she had rejected him.

So to forget all of this, she began to read the notes of the various cases she had worked on since she had joined the FBI. Why? Just to keep her mind busy. But it did not really work. At noon, Marcus came, offering her to go eat something. Although she decided to end their relationship, she didn't have the courage to do so just now. If Jane could not forgive her, she would be alone. And although it was not fair to Marcus, she knew he wanted her. After all these years of celibacy, she didn't want to be alone.

Marcus was a good man, attentive. She would have a good life with him, for want of the one she dreamed of. She might be able to love him like he loved her. It would take time, but she knew she could. At least, she hoped so. It was her last chance to be happy, even if it wasn't with Jane.

They had lunch together, but Lisbon had felt sick throughout the meal. Sleeping with Jane and then letting Marcus take her hand and kiss her on the cheek was all wrong and unfair. But she didn't have the heart to tell him about it today, not while she had no news from Jane yet. She wanted to talk to him before doing anything that could change her life forever.

The rest of the day hadn't been any better and she had waited anxiously to be able to go home and lock herself in her room. She didn't want to see anybody tonight, or talk to anyone. Except to Jane. She wanted to know how much he blamed her, she wanted to explain her reasons, her fears. She wanted him to understand and to forgive her. She wanted him to give her a second chance, even if she didn't deserve it.

She was now alone in her room and she didn't know what to think. She took out the box containing Jane's letters and read them one after another. She savored Jane's sweet words from when he was alone at the other end of the world, so far away from her. What would she have given to be able to join him, to hug him, to tell him how much she loved him. But he had never given her the chance, never told her where he was, not wanting to cause her any problems.

Lisbon rested the last letter on the bed next to her and closed her eyes. She remembered Jane's look the night before, the gentleness with which he had caressed her body, as if he had been discovering an unknown land. The tenderness of his every move, the love he had shown her through his lips and fingers. She had returned his love with so much tenderness and sweetness, too happy to finally have the right to do so.

Suddenly she was roused from her memories by a ring-tone. She turned to see that her phone was ringing on the nightstand. Annoyed, she grabbed it with the intention of yelling at anyone who dared to disturb her tonight, but stopped. Jane, the call was from Jane and she felt her heart beat faster. Jane was calling her. But fear over took her. Was he calling her to let her know how much she had hurt him? She couldn't blame him, she deserved it. Or was he calling to simply talk to her, as they had done throughout the years? There was only one way to find out.

With trembling hands, Lisbon answered the call.

- "Jane," she whispered, her voice trembling.

- "Lisbon, what's wrong?" immediately worried Jane. "Did something happen?"

- "No, everything is okay," she immediately reassured him, happy for his concern for her. "It's just ... I thought you would not want to talk to me after ..."

- "What you told me this morning," he finished for her. "Believe me, I've thought about it."

Lisbon felt her heart sink at that. She could hear the pain in his voice, pain she had put there.

- "I've had time to reflect on the plane," replied Jane. "And I understand you. I made you suffer for years and I understand that you may doubt me, especially now that you're happy. I wanted to apologize for last night and promise you that I will never do anything like this ever again." Lisbon's heart shattered into small pieces. She had what she had asked for. "I just want to know if ... If we can still be friends. You're too important to me to let this mistake break our friendship."

"I ..." Lisbon hesitated, not able to answer.

"I am begging you, Lisbon," he pleaded. "You're all I have left."

- "You're my best friend Jane, I could never do without your friendship," she finally said. "But I ..."

- "You want some time."

For someone who bragged to be able to read her like a book, he seemed unable to understand what she really wanted. How could he if she herself had not managed to understand it before this morning?.

- "I'm sorry Jane," she apologized. "For what I said this morning, I was not thinking clearly."

- "You ... What do you mean?" She could hear a hint of hope in his voice.

- "I mean, I didn't mean what I said," she explained. "Our night together wasn't a mistake. The mistake was waiting for so long, more specifically pushing you away after you let me in into your heart."

She heard Jane take a deep breath. The silence that followed was deafening. She waited for Jane to speak to her, to blame her for her behavior or decide to give her another chance.

- "And for Pike?" Jane dared to ask.

- "I'm going to end our relationship," she replied. "I can not stay with a man while my heart belongs to another. My heart beats for you, Jane, it has for years." He didn't answer. "Please Jane, say something, anything. Even if it's to say no."

- "I love you Teresa," was all he said and Lisbon thought her heart would come out of her chest out of happiness. "I'll let you sleep now, but I'll call you tomorrow night."

- "Okay," she would have wanted to tell him she loved him, but the words were stuck in her throat. "Jane I ..."

- "Don't say anything yet," he stopped her. "When I come back, we'll talk. I'll take you out to dinner. And if you still want to tell me, then I'll let you do it."

- "So I wish you a good night," she smiled at the phone, knowing he could well imagine her smile. "I can't wait for you to come back."

- " Sleep well Teresa," he whispered before hanging up.

Lisbon dropped against the pillow, the phone against her heart. Jane loved her, he didn't blame her anymore and had given her a second chance. He had given them a chance to build something together, to have the life they had always wanted together. She must be the luckiest woman in the world to be loved by a man like him and she would spend the rest of her life making him happy.

The woman went to take a shower smiling, before falling asleep in her bed, surrounded by Jane's letters.

- oooo -

In a hotel room in a city thousands of miles away, Patrick Jane had the same silly grin on his face. This morning, when he had left, he was more depressed than ever. The case was dropped at the right time. After Lisbon's hurtful words, leaving had seemed like the only solution to him. He could not imagine living without her, but he had needed to get away from her, to think about all this, what this night with Lisbon would change in their working relationship.

When he had come back from exile, he had thought he could finally move forward with his life with Lisbon. There were no more threats, no more risks. He could finally be happy. He had come back for her, to see her every day, make her happy. He had prepared everything in his head. First, he would apologize and try to make amends. Then he would invite her as he had done before, after a long day of work. Then he would declare his feelings for her, hoping she would return them.

But once in front of her, he didn't have the courage. Why? He loved Lisbon with all his heart and had for many years. He knew she loved him, she had never been able to hide it from him. But she had built a new life in his absence, she had moved on. She seemed so happy that he didn't want to tarnish this happiness. So he did nothing, said nothing. And that was his mistake. For, without a move on his part, she really did move on.

She had started dating this Marcus Pike, that stupid FBI agent. Okay, not that stupid since he was an FBI agent and had not been afraid to ask her out. It was so painful to see her smiling at the man, to see him take her hand, kiss her cheek. But seeing the smile on Lisbon's face was enough for him, or so he thought.

When he went to see her the night before, he had not expected for them to spend the night together. He just wanted to see her, spend some time with her, as they had so often done when they worked together at CBI. When she had asked him to stay for the night, he knew it was not a good idea. But knowing that she was in the next room on the other side of the wall was a chance he could not pass on. If she was to build a life with Pike, he had to enjoy all the little moments that he could have.

Only his feelings for her were so strong that when she had kissed his cheek, he hadn't been able to hold back. He had, however, let her the choice to move away, to stop before crossing that invisible line they had established years earlier. The look she had given him had been so intense, so full of love that he had not hesitated.

He had loved her all night, discovering that beautiful body that fit his perfectly. Admiring the passionate woman that was Teresa Lisbon when she set her feelings free. Falling asleep in her arms had been wonderful. Waking up next to her naked body had been even better. But her reaction had made it clear that he would never have the opportunity to love her again as he did the night before. He could not blame her, after all he had done to her in the past.

He then went to the office, early, for the biggest surprise of Fischer. And when Abbott had assigned them to the case, he didn't hesitate. Getting away from Lisbon, even a week, could do him good. He needed to think, to find a way to stay in her life.

The case he was consulting on was hard, more than ever. Babies trafficking, not less. It was the stuff that made him mad. How could you do that, steal babies for resale, such as merchandise?. He knew that people were willing to pay big bucks to have a child. But there was much more legal and less painful ways. It was so hard for the parents of these little defenseless babies.

When he arrived in his hotel room after having fully read the reports on various suspects, he thought his heart would break. He was in dire need of something to make him smile. Only Lisbon could. Even after her difficult words this morning, hearing her voice was all he needed. It was also an opportunity to inform her of his decision. If he could not be her lover, he could at least be her friend and he would be content with that.

He had not expected Lisbon to apologize and tell him what he wanted to hear. She wanted a relationship with him, she wanted the same thing as him. He couldn't resist. Her pleading voice had pained him so much. He didn't like when she was sad and tonight she really was. She blamed herself so much for hurting him this morning. He didn't want to cause her any more hurt, even if he had every right after what she had said.

He couldn't. He loved her too much to make it worse. They have to talk when he would come back. He was eager to go home, to see her, to hug her and kiss her. Their night together had been wonderful, even more beautiful than he had thought possible. Although he had imagined things differently. He had always imagined he would take her to dinner, they would spend a good evening and that things would come naturally. He couldn't change the past, but he still had power over the future. He would give her that perfect evening.

But before that, he had to solve this case, found who abducted these poor babies and to whom they sold them. He had to find these babies, bring them back to their families. He couldn't stand the idea that someone would come after innocent children. The abductions had begun six months earlier, one baby every two weeks. But last month, there had been one a week.

Fischer and he had visited three families. Each time, he had forced himself not to cry at the sight of the parents who mourned the loss of their child. He understood them, he himself had lost his daughter. But unlike him, these people still had a chance to have their child back. He would do anything to bring them back together. A child should never be separated from their parents, at least not loving parents.

Jane fell back against the pillow. He really had too much on his mind, he needed to sleep. He should focus on the case. He would think of Lisbon tomorrow night when he would call her. But it was essential to focus on these babies.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

- oooo -

In the morning, Lisbon awoke with a light heart. Her phone conversation with Jane the night before had done her good. There was no misunderstanding with them, even if they still have to talk. All was not settled, but would be soon. She knew she had to apologize face to face, she would be more honest. She had to explain everything to him, even though she suspected he already knew. After all, he knew her better than anyone, better than she knew herself.

The agent got up and went down immediately to make a coffee. Without her black drink she would be good for nothing. She could already hear Jane tell her how bad coffee was for her, that tea was much better. She imagined her words to him, that she would not drink that thing, even though she secretly liked it. It was because of him. He had said so many times how tea was good that she had finally given in to temptation. This had helped her a lot during these two years of separation, as if it had helped her be closer to Jane.

Once downstairs, her eyes caught something by the front door. Another envelope. She grabbed the weapon she always hid in her desk drawer next to the couch and walked towards the door. With infinite carefulness, she opened it, looked outside and was not surprised to find no one there. So she shut the door and leaned over to grab the envelope. Like the previous two, there was no name on it. She had no idea who could be behind this, but she would eventually find out.

She put the envelope in the drawer of her desk, with her gun and walked toward the kitchen. However, she felt as if someone was watching her and it scared her. She knew she should talk to someone, she couldn't keep it for her. As a cop, she knew very well what could happen in such situation. But she didn't want to get noticed in the office, not when she was just beginning to feel at eased and respected.

She poured herself a cup of coffee. The sweet smell invaded her nostrils, calming her a little. That's when her phone rang. She put the cup on the counter and went to answer, curious to know who could call that early in the morning.

- "Lisbon," she said, picking up.

No one answered. The only thing she heard was a breath, then a snicker. It made her shudder.

- "Who is calling?" She asked, trying hard not to let them know about the fear she felt rising in her.

She heard a click and then nothing. She stood for a moment the handset in hand, unable to move. She was trembling, without really knowing why. She was a damn cop, a simple call and some letters could not scare her, should not scare her. She refused to become a victim, she was not one. She was a cop, she was strong and courageous. At least that is what Jane had been telling her so often for years.

She put the phone back in place and went to her room getting a bag ready, forgetting her coffee on the kitchen counter. If this fool knew where she lived, she was going to leave her home, just a few days. She would not take unnecessary risks. She would be safer in a hotel room until she finds out who was trying to scare her.

Lisbon washed and dressed quickly. She then prepared a bag for a few days. She didn't want to go too long, but she didn't know how long this would last. She felt a sudden desire to see Jane and hug him. He would not be of great help in case of danger, but he would reassure her. He always knew how to find the words and gestures. She was tempted to call him, to hear his voice. But she didn't want to worry her.

She grabbed her purse, jacket and hurried down the stairs. Before leaving, she took one last look at her house. She always felt safe in her home. But now she didn't feel it anymore. It was a strange feeling and she couldn't explain it. How come some letters and a phone call could change things so much? She didn't know.

She took a deep breath and closed the door behind her.

- oooo -

Agent Abbott sat behind his desk, staring at agent Lisbon. He had an admiration for this woman. She had worked with Patrick Jane for twelve years and despite all he had done to her, she still agreed to come and work with him here in Austin, leaving her life behind. Their friendship had to be really strong for her to choose him over the life she had built after the CBI was closed.

He still remembered the first time he met her. A strong courageous woman who worked very hard and was willing to do anything for those who mattered to her. Like Patrick Jane. She lost everything she had, without regrets. Jane had killed a man, and yet she had protected him until the end. He had tried to change her mind, to make her understand that defending Jane could cost her a lot. But she had remained faithful. He had great admiration for this woman.

So today he was observing her. Something was off, she seemed tense, worried. The day before too, but he had put it down on Jane suddenly leaving. If he were honest, he regretted it a little. He was well aware of the commitment that existed between the CBI former consultant and his colleague. Although she'd been seeing agent Pike for several weeks, he could see that she was still a little worried about Jane. So when the call arrived, he had been a little hesitant. Jane was the best and the case was difficult. He knew he would find a way to solve it quickly and bring a little happiness to these families.

But when he saw the dark circles under agent Lisbon's eyes, the tension radiating from her body and her worried look, he wondered if he had made the right choice. He had other agents perfectly capable of working on the case. But none would work as good as Jane, whole heartedly. With his methods, which he didn't really like, he would reach his goals. That's why he had chosen him over another. He regretted to have sent Fischer with him instead of Lisbon.

The two women were good at what they did. But Lisbon had known Jane too well for too long. Fischer was still learning to know him, to understand him. He wanted the two of them to know each other better, which would make things easier when Lisbon would leave. It was possible, she wouldn't stay here forever. He wanted to be ready when the day would come.

Abbott saw Lisbon take something on her desk, an envelope, and tense immediately. He wondered for a moment what it could be. He might talk to her later about it. He saw her store the envelope in her bag without opening it, as if she knew what was inside. This intrigued him a bit more. However he didn't have the time to wonder more about it as his phone rang. He listened to the speaker, took some notes and hung up. A new case. He was going to judge the effectiveness of Agent Lisbon without Patrick Jane at her side.

The man stood up, walked to his office's door but remained at the threshold. He motioned to Lisbon and Cho to join him, which they did immediately. They sat facing their boss and waited.

- "We have a new case," he began. "A woman was found dead on the side of the highway, Amanda Cameron, thirty six years old. She was the official girlfriend of Stuart Riley, best known as the Doberman."

- "The weapons dealer?" Lisbon asked, wanting to make sure that she remembered well the names of the various criminals under FBI investigation.

- "That's him," confirmed Abbott. "We'd been investigating him for about a year and so far we have nothing that would help us catch him. He's too smart. His girlfriend came to see us six weeks ago. She wanted to talk, to testify against him after she witnessed the murder of a young boy who couldn't pay. The Doberman is heartless. If you deal with him and you don't have money, you are dead, so you can not reveal his identity. "

- "Yet we know who he is," Cho clarified.

- "A witness found a way to tell us about him, but he died," explained Abbott. "Find a way to catch him for the murder of his girlfriend, I'm sure he is guilty. I don't want him to get away this time."

- "Yes sir," replied Cho and Lisbon in unison before leaving the office.

Both agents gathered around Wiley's desk. That young man was an expert with computers. He was not Van Pelt, no one could match her, but he was good.

Abbott observed them talk, ask for information. He could see that they were not comfortable with each other yet. But he was certain they would succeed. In front of him was a good team, Cho and Lisbon had known each other for over twelve years now. And the young man got along pretty well with Cho.

But what Abbott observed the most was Lisbon. He could see the tension gradually leave her body and be replaced by professionalism. He didn't know what was going on in her life right now and he really hoped it would not prevent her from doing her job properly.

- oooo -

After hours of research, a visit to the morgue to see the medical examiner and what he could tell them, Cho and Lisbon were exhausted. They had had a long and hard day. Thank heaven, they could finally go home, or to the hotel in Lisbon's case. She still wasn't comfortable with the idea of to leave her home, but the new letter she had found on her desk in the evening had made her understand that it was serious.

Arriving in her hotel room, Lisbon dropped her bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. She was tired and only wanted one thing: a shower, or rather a bath to help her relax. Before going to the bathroom, she called home to check her voicemail. She had four messages. She listened to them all. They all were the same: heavy breathing that send her chilling. She hung up, she didn't want to hear more.

As soon as she hung up, her phone rang and she jumped. She relaxed seeing Jane's name appear. She picked it up without hesitation, so happy that he has not forgotten to call her as he had promised.

- "Jane," she exclaimed a bit too quickly.

- "Is there a problem, Lisbon?" Jane immediately worried.

Lisbon didn't answer right away. Could she tell him about the letters and the phone calls? Could she worry him while he was on a difficult case? No, she couldn't do that. So she opted for a simple answer.

- "No, just tired and happy to hear you. How was your day.?"

- "Tiring, physically and emotionally," Jane said. "But I think I finally found a lead."

- "This is good news," she said. "Have you taken the time to eat?"

- "Not yet, but I'll do it when I hung up."

- "You should do it now before going to bed," she suggested, even if she still wanted to hear the sound of his voice.

- "Not yet," he said. "I needed to hear you, to think of something else. This is so hard, I don't know if I can do it."

Lisbon's heart sank. She didn't like to hear the pain in Jane's voice, didn't like to know that he wasn't fine and that she wasn't there to help him. But she could still reassure him, even over the phone.

- "You'll get there Jane, you're good at what you do," she reassured him. "You're not alone, Fischer is with you."

- "She is also affected by it."

- "It's gonna be okay Jane," she tried again. "You said you have a lead, that means this will be over soon. And when you get back, I'll be there to help you forget."

- "I could never forget," Jane whispered. "But I wouldn't mind if you tried."

She could hear a smile in his voice and she smiled too. She could almost forget about her current problems.

- "But what about you, something interesting?" Jane inquired, as if he felt she wasn't well.

- "A big case and I intend to solve it quickly and lock that guy up."

- "Ah, my Lisbon is back."

She blushed. His Lisbon, she loved the sound of it. They talked for over an hour about everything and nothing, remembering some of Jane's schemes that didn't always work as planned. They laughed a lot. When Lisbon tried to hide a yawn, Jane decided it was time to hang up.

- "You should sleep Teresa," he said. "You're tired."

- "I don't want to hang up," she muttered.

- "Me neither," Jane admitted. "But you don't want me to be tired tomorrow. So you're going to hang up this phone, take a shower and go to sleep. Tomorrow night I will call you again, and every night until I come back."

- "You promise?" She asked in a small voice.

- "I promise you Teresa."

Lisbon felt a lump in her throat. She couldn't stand to be kept away from Jane, she couldn't bear not to see him every day at work. She needed him more than she had imagined. Only two days and she already felt the weight of his absence.

- "Good night, Teresa," said Jane.

- "Goodnight Patrick," Lisbon whispered before hanging up.

Talking with Jane had done her good. She had almost forgotten the case during those few minutes, and the threats she received for the past two days. It was quite strange as she got the first letter after Jane had left, as if the person who sent them had waited for him to leave. But this was not possible, no one would have expected that Jane would be sent to New York. She knew it, but she could not help but wonder if all of this wasn't a setup.

If that were the case, it meant that someone was after them, or at least after her because Jane didn't seem to have received any letter. Or, like her, he had preferred to keep it to himself. She should tell him, about the letters and the calls. She might worry him, which she'd rather avoid. But she needed to know that he was fine. She should also talk to Cho and the Rigsbys.

Maybe someone from their past was back, like a few months earlier, and was about to come after them. She didn't know. Maybe it had nothing to do with the others, maybe she was the only target. But she didn't want to risk losing a loved one because she hadn't worried enough. It was up to her to protect them.

Lisbon got out of bed and decided that a shower would be better than a bath, much faster too. Jane was right, she was tired and needed to sleep. She would talk to Cho tomorrow and would call Grace. She would talk to them about the letters and the calls. Grace might help her finding out where they came from. She trusted her. Telling Abbott was out of the question. She would only do it if it became truly indispensable. Meanwhile, she would talk only to her former team.

When she slipped under the covers she instantly felt uncomfortable. She really didn't like sleeping outside her home. The sooner that problem would be resolved, the sooner she could resume to a normal life.

TBC ...

A/N2: Let me know what you think of that chapter in a review, I love them. I don't know when I'll update chapter 2 as I'm going away for a week to the Canary Island and I'm not sure I will work on it. I think I will enjoy the sun, something we don't have enough in Ireland.

Until next time.

Sweety