Red Rain: Chapter 2

Haha, I keep struggling to write this, because Shepard is "Patrick Dempsey" and Jane is "Patrick Jane", so I keep mixing up names.

Disclaimer: Not Mentalist, nor Grey's is mine.

"Patrick!"

"Derek!"

The two men shared a find handshake. The airport was bustling with activity, people streaming in from all directions.

"It's good to see you, man! How've you been holding up?"

"Fine, fine. Keeping busy. How you've been doing?"

"Great. You know, I was just promoted to Chief of Surgery."

"I heard, it's fantastic."

"Oh, this is my wife, Meredith." Derek introduced her.

"Why hello. My, I didn't expect you to be so… tiny. I hope you don't take offense with this, but you're the total opposite of Addie. And I'm really sorry about that messy childhood of yours. Couldn't have been easy."

"Wow. You weren't kidding." Meredith gaped, talking to Derek.

There were chuckles all around.

"Hello? Jane!" Lisbon yelled from behind, where the team was struggling with their luggage. Lisbon was also lugging Jane's suitcase behind her, struggling with the huge load.

"Woah…" Derek mumbled, his eyes widening at the sight of the tiny woman, earning a punch on the arm from his wife. "Is that the boss you kept talking about on the phone?"

"I do not keep talking about her! Coming!" He yelled the last part to Lisbon, before running off to her side to take his bags from her.

The team approached to the couple in front of them, a dreamy raven-haired man and a small, frail woman, standing by his side, apparently his wife.

Patrick moved between the two groups of people to introduce them.

"Team, this is my cousin, Derek Shepard. He's the Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace Hospital. This is his charming wife, Meredith. She's a resident at the same hospital. Meredith, Derek, this is Agent Kimball Cho, Wayne Rigsby, Grace Van Pelt and, our fearless leader, Teresa Lisbon."

There were charming smiles and friendly handshakes.

"Well, it was very nice to meet both of you but we really need to get to work. The guys at Seattle PD are waiting for us at the precinct. Come on guys." She ushered the team out to their cab.

"I'll catch up with you later, Derek. It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Meredith!"

Once the team was gone, Meredith and Derek made their way to the car.

"He's… interesting…" Meredith commented.

"Yeah, I know. But he means well."

"He's nice. I kinda like him. What's up with him and the boss, though… Lisbon, right?"

"Yeah. He swears high and dry that there's nothing going on, but whenever we do make contact she's practically all he talks about."

"I could see it when he introduced her."

"Huh, well, I guess it's their business. Oh damn, I'm late for a meeting! Hey, how late are you going to work tonight?"

"Not too late unless something comes up in the ER. Why?"

"I thought I'd take you out for dinner?"

She smiled up at him.

"Dinner?"

"Yeah… I know I've been scarce lately and I wanna make it up to you…"

"You're amazing…"

"I try."

"Agent Lisbon?"

"Yes. Agent Bryce, I presume?"

"Yes, it's very nice to meet you. This must be your team. It's a pleasure, I'm sure. I've been assigned to lead our side of the joint investigation. We were actually just about to head out. We've got a lead on Rowan's position."

"That's great, we're ready to roll."

"Well, I wouldn't put it like that! Lisbon, this isn't worth it. He's not there, it'll probably just be a bunch of his druggie-buddies with guns. It'll be a waste of time. A extremely dangerous waste of time."

Bryce looked at Jane weirdly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Jane, can I talk to you for a minute?" Lisbon pulled him aside.

"Look, we're in a new city with new people who aren't used to you and your… ways. So please, could you just tone it down a little… or a lot."

"But this is a complete…"

"I don't care if it's a complete waste of time! Just try and make a good impression, okay? Joint investigations are tricky and political, there isn't room for complications." The exasperated and slightly desperate look on her face made him give in.

"Fine. But if someone gets hurt for this, don't come crawling back to me!"

"Thank you."

They returned to the rest of the team and Agent Bryce. "All right, let's go!"

"You ready to go?" Derek walked over to where Meredith and Cristina were talking in the pit.

"Yup, it's a slow night."

"Shut it, don't say it's a slow night! You'll jinx it!" Cristina punched Meredith's arm.

"It's too late at night for a major catastrophe to happen."

"Are you kidding, late night is the best major catastrophe time!"

"Meredith, come on! I've got reservations."

"Right. Bye, Cristina."

As if on perfect cue, the telephone began to ring. Nurse Tyler answered. "Yes? Okay… yeah, we're good." He hung up. "Grey, better not be off. We've got an ambulance coming in. A police bust gone wrong. Three criminals and some agents, a few in critical condition."

Meredith winced and looked apologetically at Derek. "Sorry, I'm on call."

"Don't worry about it. I'll cancel the reservations. I've got some paperwork to do anyway."

The ambulance arrived with a noisy siren and paramedics came rushing in with gurneys. With one of them, Patrick Jane.

"Oh crap! Patrick, what's going on?" Derek moved to Jane, who was currently being screamed at by the paramedic to go away, the doctors needed to get to the patient! Derek pulled him away so that the doctors, including his wife, could move the patient to the ER and start working on the patient.

"There… there was a shoot-out… she got hurt…"

"Who?"

"T-Teresa… She got shot."

"Calm down, stay here in the waiting area. I'll go in and check for you, okay?"

Derek settled Jane into the waiting area and jogged off to the ER. "How's it going in here?"

"Not great. She's losing a lot of blood and we can't find the bullet wound."

"Crap. I gotta go tell him."

"Don't upset him yet. Suction!"

Patrick Jane was pacing in the ER waiting room. In the meantime Cho and Van Pelt have joined him there. Rigsby was in the free clinic, a shallow graze in his arm being disinfected and treated.

"Jane, could you stop pacing please? You're making me nervous." Van Pelt asked.

"You're not nervous because I'm pacing. You're nervous because your ex-boyfriend almost got shot and your boss might die. We're all nervous, Van Pelt!" Jane's voice was strained, nervous and broken.

"Sit down. Pacing around isn't going to help!"

Jane plopped down on the chair, his head falling in his hands.

He felt tears threatening to fall and his throat becoming tight.

Only one thought crossed his mind: I can't lose her…

Okay, there's probably more Jisbon romance in this story than anything else, but that's my favourite pairing. Things are going to get interesting soon, so please review – they make me update faster.

All my love

Zanny