*Leave reviews! Be Nice, Or Critical! I need to improve so helpful criticism is taken seriously. Today is my birthday so sorry I didn't have chapter three up yesterday.. I'm 15 yippee! Lol.

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Three hours…. That's how long Agent Teresa Lisbon has been waiting for news on Jane. Some other members of her team have come and gone. The police have been to the crime scene and collected evidence.

The evidence has been delivered to the lab. Now they had to wait for the results. "Waiting" she thought to herself, "That's the worse part to all of this."

20 minutes later she saw the doctor from earlier coming towards her, he had a grim look on his face. "Please! Tell me… is he going to be ok?" she begged! "I'm going to give it to you straight Ms. Lisbon. He survived the surgery but he is in critical condition. Turns out the knife punctured a lung so we had to do extensive reconstruction to re-inflate it. The next 48 hours are critical. If all goes well he should begin to improve." he said.

"When can I see him?" she asked. "Give it about 30minutes so they can get him settled in his room and then you can go up. I'm going to warn you ahead of time it's not a pretty sight. We've had to put him on life support to relieve some of the pressure from his lungs so they can get regulated again." he warned.

"Ok Thank you so much!." she said, feeling slightly relieved. She picked up her phone and called Cho to update him as she had promised. He explained to her that they had successfully arrested the rapist and he is currently in the county jail.

He also told her that they were taking over Jane's case from Metro. Whoever did this is going to pay he assured her. "You have no idea." she thought silently.

30minutes later.

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She looked at the door before not knowing if she was ready to open it and see him lying there helpless. She took a deep breath and braced herself and then opened the door.

It wasn't as "bad" as she had previously feared. He lie there so silent and pale she was afraid to touch him for fear of hurting him. So she just sat in the chair next to his bed and held his hand.

"You'll get through this Jane, hell you've been through worse. Do you remember… well of course you remember, about six months ago when you were… Shot.?" she asked knowing he wouldn't respond. "I've never been so scared Jane."

Flasback:

It was January 6th. They were responding to a body found inside a 24 hour gas station. The cause of death "Unknown." Turns out the whole case had been a setup. The assailant had known Jane and Lisbon were getting close… too close. So he arranged this all perfectly. They would respond to the call as normally as they would any other-- however on this call only one would be leaving or so he thought.

Jane however was no idiot. He saw the clues and knew it was an elaborate setup. He began to take notice of his surroundings and looked up on the roof of a nearby building and saw the assailant with the gun-- getting ready to fire. He followed the aim and saw that the man was going to shoot Teresa and he couldn't let that happen.

Before she knew what was happening Jane threw her out of the way and was struck in the shoulder. She looked at him and saw all that blood and him not moving…

She shuddered at the memory. "That was definitely a little too close for comfort, Jane." she said. She was hoping she would get a response of some kind any kind would be fine with her.

She looked at her watch and noticed that it was 3:37 A.M she was so tired but there was no way she was leaving his side. She got as comfortable as she could in the plastic chair-- all the while still holding his hand and that's how she fell asleep.

She awoke in the morning to Jane struggling violently against the breathing tube. "Jane!" She screamed. "Don't fight it please! It's helping you just breathe with it." His eyes met hers and he stopped struggling, she saw trust in those eyes. She pressed the call button for the doctor.

This was a doctor she hadn't met the night before and she realized he must be the daytime doctor. "Good morning Patrick and…." "Teresa Lisbon." she supplied. "I'm his…" she wasn't sure what she should say so she said the first thing that came to mind "Girlfriend." "I see" he said while checking the various tubes and monitors attached to Jane. "Well Mr. Jane I see you're awake and I don't want to bother you long but I think your lung is adjusting well, Would you like me to remove the tube now?" He asked Jane began vigorously-- well as vigorously as he could under the circumstances shaking his head yes.

"Ok then." the doctor said trying to keep from smiling. "On the count of three, I'm going to need you to cough for me ok? I know it's going to hurt but we've got some water right here for you. And Don't try to talk until you've had some." he instructed.

"Ok… One… Two…Three… And There!" he said happily, holding the tube up. He than got the cup of water with a straw and gave it to Jane. Jane began by taking a few cautious sips and than he tried his voice. "Thnks." he mumbled, voice rough from disuse.

"Just doing my job, now I'm going to leave you two alone, and get some rest." he admonished.

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No one had been thinking much about what Jane's assailant would be doing right now. No one had been thinking he'd be watching the news. The newscasters voice came on. "FBI Consultant Patrick Jane, was brutally attacked last night by an unknown attacked while at an ATM not far from his home…. At a press conference earlier Agent Cho said that he had faith that when Jane was able he would correctly identify his attacker.

The man put his glass of scotch down and scolded himself "Damnit! I knew I should've worn a mask!" "Doesn't matter he won't live long, not if I have a thing to say about it." he than walked over to his closet pulled on his coat and checked his waistband making sure that the gun was still in place. He got into his car and began driving, the car was silent except for his occasional mumblings.

Even he didn't know where he was going until he saw the sign-- and he took that sign as a warning. The sign was on the side of a truck and it said "They're coming--". He Didn't bother reading the rest of the truck, if he had he would've noticed that "They're coming" was referring to a bug advertisement.

He entered the parking lot and looked up happily at the sign. "Welcome to Methodist Hospital." This was the very hospital in which Jane and Lisbon were.

If I've ever been certain of anything it was that this man is delusional.