First off, thanks for the reviews on the first chapter. Like I said, I know this is really confusing, but things will make more and more sense(I hope) as it goes on. Anymore explanation than I gave would just... well... ruin the story. Haha. You'll learn, I have a tendency to giving too much information, so I try to hold myself back.
So, in some reviews I got some stuff said about Cho. That being said, I love Cho. He's just brilliant. I watched this blooper on youtube, and he has a fantastic smile. I wish they'd show it. I love the other characters, but Cho the most. :) I wanted to keep him in this story, as much as possible for him, Rigsby and Van Pelt to be in here.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but right now I wished I own this site. It's having this issue where it doesn't send out e-mails. Three of my favorite stories have updated, and I didn't even know until I looked. NOT cool fanfiction. NOT cool.
Cho walked down to the front desk, showing the receptionist his badge and internally smiling as she shuffled her papers about. As she looked through her records, and yet again, a Patrick Jane was not found, he almost had the urge to snap. Nevertheless, he calmed himself and told her that there had to be a record somewhere. He had been brought in, he had to be there. The receptionist told the agent she would look at the other hospital records, and she left. As Cho leaned against the desk, he looked around. People were watching him, and he realized that his shirt was still bloody. Sighing heavily, he waited for the receptionist to come back. He scratched at the blood, watching it as it fell to the ground.
"They have on record at Petaluma Valley his death certificate." The receptionist said, and Cho nodded. He thanked her before taking that information and walking to the bathroom. Once there, he tried to get most of the dried blood off his shirt before walking back out. With the death glares, those women had been giving him, he'd rather be stuck in the car with-
No, he stopped his thoughts. That was too close to the tragedy at hand. That thought brought up too much about the future, and how never again he would be able to listen to Jane and Lisbon argue as she drove. He dried off his hands, looking at his shirt in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom. Now, people weren't staring at him so badly, but the looks were still as questioning. He put his badge in his breast pocket, and it seemed to get people to stop. He got back onto the elevator, tapping his fingers on his legs. Van Pelt would probably be still in the bathroom, but he didn't blame her. She was upset, greatly and completely upset. As he walked down the hall, he saw Rigsby with his hand on the small of her back, leading her slowly back to Lisbon's room. He was glad the man had such a soft spot for the younger agent.
As he walked into his boss's room, he saw that she was just starting to wake from the sedation. This sedation had been lighter, and just to keep her calm. She opened her eyes, fresh tears spilling down her temple and resting in her ear. She twitched, reaching up and pushing the wetness away. Van Pelt reached up and wiped the other tears off her cheek, and Lisbon sighed heavily. She felt coddled, and weak. She wanted to go back to her dream, one that didn't involve this stupid mess. She wanted out. Slowly, she turned so she was on her side, her back to Cho, and she shut her eyes tight. Counting to three, she tried to will her way out of this mess. When she opened her eyes, all she saw were the confused faces of Rigsby and Van Pelt.
A soft whimper escaped the patient, and Van Pelt let go of Rigsby's hand to comfort her. Rigsby watched as Van Pelt softly stroked Lisbon's face, whispering soothing words to her. Soon, Lisbon had calmed and Van Pelt placed a hand next to her injured arm. As Lisbon let herself open her eyes and come to terms with where she was, she decided to sit up. Instantly, two arms wrapped around either side of her and pulled her into sitting position, and she smiled meekly at her two male agents.
"Thanks." She said in an almost whisper. The sound of her voice, so scratchy and broken, brought more tears to Van Pelt's eyes.
"Are you okay?" Van Pelt asked, despite the already knowing the obvious answer. Suddenly, Lisbon's face was covered in tears, but she made no sound. She just sat there, tears pouring down her face as fear shook her. Fear of the answer, fear that she would have to live with the answer. She was afraid, but she couldn't admit it. No, she could not. She didn't have to answer, because apparently her tears were enough. As she wiped them away, she sighed.
"What happened?" She asked, and her agents paused. They hadn't been back to the scene, but that didn't mean that they were out of the loop. After all, their boss and consultant had been shot, and, well. Killed.
"Local LEO's have Red John's body on the way to the ME right now. You shot him perfectly in the head, right between the eyes." Cho said, and Lisbon nodded slowly. In all honesty, she couldn't remember even aiming.
As he slipped out of her sight, the sound of his back hitting the ground drove all of her senses into over drive. Suddenly, there was nothing but the sound of her breathing and the sound of the ground crunching as she twisted around and shot randomly before falling to the ground as well, pulling his body close to hers.
"Jane. Jane, stay with me. Please, oh God, stay with me." Lisbon said, sobs starting to emit from her mouth. She could feel small droplets of water hitting her hands as she let her fingers brush over Jane's warm cheek. His eyes were fading, she could see it, but she wouldn't let him die on her. She wasn't going to have it. He wasn't going to die, no he wasn't.
"Jane, please breath. Please stay with me." She gasped through sobs. Her hands went over his chest, finding his heart. When she couldn't feel the beating any more, she curled up on the ground next to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Her sobs became uncontrollable and painful, but something about them soothed her. The pain in her aching stomach masked the pain she was feeling in her chest as Jane's body got limper and limper.
"Jane, please." Lisbon whispered before tears and sobs became the only thing her body did or made. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she didn't care. She pushed it away, not caring who it was or why they were there. She didn't want to go, she just wanted to wake up and have this horrible dream end.
"No." She gasped, clinging to his fading body tighter. She could feel him fading, every muscle in his body relaxing. He was dying, and she couldn't stop it, she couldn't do anything. She heard something in the background, other than the sound of her own sobs, and then two hands found her waist. She tried to cling to Jane, but she suddenly found herself against something warm and hard. She could feel beating, and a chest moving as whoever it was took very hurried breaths.
"Leave me alone!" She yelled, the sobs subsiding long enough to allow her to use her already stressed vocal cords. She kicked at whoever it was, not caring if she hurt them. She wanted to be next to Jane, she wanted to be next to him. If she let go, he would and he would die. She told herself she couldn't let him, but his presence was leaving her. She could feel his warmth leaving her fingertips. She didn't notice her hands were stretched towards where he was at, even though he was moving and her eyes were shut.
"No, no, no, no!" She yelled, kicking against the arms. They were taking him, he was leaving. More water droplets fell on her arms, and she dug her nails into the skin that held her. She felt more presences around her, and she kicked out at them. She didn't want them near her. A hand grabbed her leg, and she yelled out as something stabbed her. She struggled, but she felt her strength leaving her. Finally, she opened her eyes just in time to see her world go black and the arms around her leave for a cold, uncomfortable cot like thing.
Suddenly, she missed the feeling of warm arms wrapped around her.
Rigsby pulled Van Pelt away from the bed, and out of the room with Cho following as Lisbon started to thrash. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she cried out as doctors and nurses tried to calm her. Suddenly, Van Pelt broke away from Rigsby and ran over to Lisbon.
"Stop!" She yelled at them, getting up on the bed and wrapping her arms tightly around Lisbon. The tiny woman tried to fight against her captor for a moment, but as the warmth of Van Pelt sunk into Lisbon's skin, she stopped thrashing. Van Pelt shushed her whimpers, smoothing her hair over her cheek. The doctors watched as the patient calmed down in the arms of a friend. Cho gave the doctors a look, and they slowly exited the room. One nurse stayed behind, glaring at Cho.
"I need to monitor her just in case." She said, and he shrugged. She moved over to the side of the bed, checking Lisbon's vitals before nodding at the team. Once she disappeared, Rigsby sat down next to the bed, watching as Van Pelt coddled Lisbon. When the older woman's breathing had calmed, and she didn't look as distressed, Van Pelt let go of her slowly. Lisbon sniffed loudly, nodding at Van Pelt. The red head sat back on the bed, watching her boss. Rigsby put his hand next to Van Pelts leg as she swayed at the awkward position, and she got down. Cho stood at the end of the bed, watching his boss regain her composure.
"I-I'm sorry." She whispered, and Van Pelt reassuring squeezed her hand.
"It's okay." Rigsby said, taking the words right out of Van Pelts mouth. As they all settled back into their chairs, Lisbon realized that one person was missing. She shut her eyes tight, willing herself to forget about it. Every so slowly, she took a shaky breath in before opening her cloudy eyes again. She blinked to clear her vision and let herself fall back against the pillows.
"Is there going to be a funeral?" She asked suddenly, and Van Pelt and Rigsby looked at each other. They didn't know what was going on with Jane's body.
"Right now, he's at Petaluma Valley Hospital. Apparently, since he was already dead, they took him to a smaller hospital." Cho said, and the other three agents nodded. Lisbon made a move to get up, but Rigsby stopped her.
"Whoa, boss. You aren't going anywhere." He said, gently pushing her back onto the bed. Lisbon huffed at him, pushing his arms away.
"Boss, really. You need to relax. You can't keep having panic attacks." Cho said, and she glared at him. She let the thought sink in, listening closely to the sound of her heart beep on the monitor.
"They aren't panic attacks." Lisbon said, pausing before saying the last two words. Cho raised his eyebrows, and then slowly shook his head.
"They have to sedate you." Van Pelt said softly, and Lisbon shook her head. It was shutting in on her again, her vision. She pushed at it, knowing that if she let herself fall asleep now she wouldn't be able to ask the questions she needed answers to.
"We are planning a funeral though." She said, and the agents looked at each other. Lisbon stared at them, wondering what their problem was.
"What?" She snapped, irritated. Van Pelt played with her hands absent-mindedly, Rigsby watched her, and Cho coughed.
"Well, we were kind of wondering boss, you know. How you ended up-"Van Pelt stopped herself, looking up at her boss. Lisbon saw the confusion, and every so slightly tilted her head.
"You can spit it out, but I see that's it's very difficult so I'll say it. Pregnant." Lisbon said bitterly, letting the word sink into her brain. She had been putting off the realization for a while, and she really didn't want to think about it. Because thinking about that meant she had to think about-
"Yeah, that." Rigsby said. Lisbon shook her head, turning away from them to look out the window. Her view included the 'Healing Garden', and plenty of trees. She got a far off look in her eyes before blinking away the tears that had pooled in the corners of her eyes. She pushed them away from her cheeks.
"Didn't your sixth grade teacher teach you that Rigsby?" She teased, trying to take the subject down a different road.
"Actually, it was my ninth grade teacher who did the whole Sex Ed thing. But you're avoiding the question." He said, and Van Pelt smiled at him.
"Ah ha." Lisbon said, and they were all quiet. Finally, she spoke.
"I don't think I have to explain, you all seem pretty set on the answer." She said, and Van Pelt nodded.
"It's kind of obvious, especially with your reaction to all of this." She said, and Cho nodded. The green-eyed agent nodded, finding all of this quite ridiculous.
"Well, you're right." Lisbon said with more tears falling down her face. She wiped them away, trying her best to keep herself calm. She folded her hands over her stomach, looking down at the flat line under the blankets.
"It is Jane's baby." She whispered before she let all of her tears fall.
Okay, so I PROMISE this will get less sad. I know, it's like depressing but honestly, my muse has taken me to this dark dark place where nothing other than sorrow and pain lies. And I'm still happy and bouncy like usual. :D And even more so because I adore school supplies and it's that time of year. I know, I'm crazy and all.
Just to let you know, those hospitals are real haha. I've been in both of them, and they really are great. Haha. My immense knowledge of California is going to play a part in this story.
Reviews, even though they are invisible right now because Fanfiction has ISSUES, would be nice. So that when I do get e-mails, I can smile. I really doubt that you could guess what is going on.
Sorry about the long authors notes too. I have a tendency to leave long ones. :)