Lisbon stayed in the bathroom while Jane went for help. She insisted it was no big deal, but right now he wasn't too sure he could trust her when it came to her injuries.

"Cho, can you go get a nurse? Rigsby, come help me move Lisbon, she's hurt." Jane turned assuming Rigsby would follow.

The tallest man just stood with his arms folded, "Why?"

Jane stopped in his tracks when he realized he wasn't following. He felt the anger rise up from the pit of his stomach and climb to his head. He turned and walked back to face Wayne Rigsby, "This is NOT her fault! It isn't HER fault that little innocent 'oops I sinned, I have to go to church now' Gracie couldn't perform the task she insisted on taking! Your boss is hurt and has been bleeding from a deep cut since the bust three hours ago. Do you want her to die from blood loss because she couldn't save VanPelt?" Jane never raised his voice, just kept it at a bitter, quiet tone so there wouldn't be too much of a scene like before, but Cho and the three loved ones of Grace VanPelt still stared in awe.

Rigsby didn't reply, but he didn't move either, "Fine," Jane said, "but I'll have you know that because of you and that pathetic worm of a man," he pointed to Mr. VanPelt, "she had the gun up to her head and was ready to fire. I hope you two are happy now that you know you made her feel bad enough to want to die."

Jane knew that was enough, he knew that it would be too much if he continued. He had his audience right where he wanted them. And this was his cue to walk away.

"Wait," Mr. VanPelt called out, voice still grumbling from anger he displayed a few minutes ago,"I'll help you."

He didn't stop walking, "Good, this way."

By the time they reached the bathroom Mrs. VanPelt had reached them to help in any way she could, "Oh dear, let me get a wet paper towel to wash you face off."

Lisbon didn't know what was happening, her head was spinning too much to focus on one thing, "No…no, don't…"

The men ignored her and started planning how they were going to get her beck to the emergency room, "Alright, if you can help me get her up I can carry her back to the other building," Jane said.

The older man nodded, "Ok, let's try it. One… two… three."

They lifted her up and Jane was able to cradle her in his arms easily. He never realized how small she was, "Ok, dear- I'm just going to clean off your face," Mrs. VanPelt said after fetching the towel she mentioned.

Lisbon tried to shake her off, "No…I don't…I don't want you too." She realized then that she was no longer on the ground, but in someone's arms- someone's warm arms. She thought that if there was any time to day dream, it would be now. She thought back to Jane embracing her, holding her like her loved her, and kissing her. She knew it would only happen once because later he would remember why he can't love her. If she was given one wish, she knew what it would be- she would wish that Patrick Jane's first wife never existed. It was a selfish thing to think, but she wanted him all to herself. She laughed to herself at her last thought before passing out.

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