So, I just jumped about two weeks. I don't like jumping forward much, but in this story I have a feeling I'm going to be jumping forward a lot. :) I'd like to say thanks for the reviews on the last chapter. I KNOW this is sad and confusing guys. I'm not sure what is confusing, because in my head its all worked out so if you want to, let me know what is so confusing. I'm trying to explain more and more as we go along.

Disclaimer: You know, I don't see the big deal. I'm watcing Psych, and they keep making jokes about Mentalist. The only thing they have in common is being fake psychics. I mean, the TV is full of reality shows with people who CLAIM to be able to talk to the other side, and talk to dogs. So, maybe, they should jsut get over it. I like Mentalist better. Even though Gus makes me giggle.


Two Weeks Later

The sound of their boss throwing up in her office caught the attention of the three agents, and Van Pelt disappeared before Cho and Rigsby could get up. Cho shook his head, knowing that going now would be pointless. Van Pelt had it. Even so, Rigsby made his way slowly to the kitchenette to get some water and gum. It was a routine they had now, and had had it down since the first day Lisbon insisted she come to work. She couldn't stand to be at home, where memories lay. That little time she did spend at home were busied so she couldn't remember.

"I'm fine Van Pelt." Lisbon said, even though she was leaning over her chair and pushing her hair back. Van Pelt grabbed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail. Rigsby walked in quietly, putting the water bottle onto the desk with the gum next to it. Lisbon smiled at him slightly, the dark circles under her eyes giving away her exhaustion. Everyone knew she couldn't sleep.

"I wish you wouldn't say that." Van Pelt mumbled, making Lisbon drink some water. Lisbon rolled her eyes, even if she was happy they were there. Having someone that would jump up at three AM to bring her tortilla chips and whip cream made her feel safe. Even though she really tried not to wake them up that late. Rigsby never seemed to mind, as he usually ended up eating with her.

After Lisbon pushed them out of her office, she sat down at her desk again. She was glad that no one made a huge deal out of her being pregnant, except when she really showed it. The puking was one of the only things that made her team jump. On her first, fought for day back, the only thing in her office was a small trinket. She had no clue where it came from, and she didn't know how it got there. She even had the forensics people dust it for prints, which yielded none. Therefore, the trinket sat on her desk, a constant reminder of someone who didn't want to be known.

Turning away from the small trinket, she looked down at her papers. The words blurred together, reminding her that even though she wanted to be here, she should be at home resting. The doctor had recommended time off, to recuperate from the horrific event. They had scheduled an appointment with a shrink, which she had taken. It had been a painful hour, one that she tried not to remember. The feelings of pain that coursed through her body as the woman asked her question after question about the situation she was in was too much. Eventually, Lisbon had ended up crying in front of the shrink, something she had vowed not to do. She hadn't told anyone about it, and the shrink seemed to understand.

"Boss?"

Lisbon looked up at the sound of Rigsby's voice. He was cautiously leaning through her door, and she beckoned him inside. He moved over to the chair in front of her desk, but didn't sit in it.

"What?" She asked, trying to not sound so annoyed. At times like these, she wished she weren't pregnant. He smiled at her softly, something he had been doing a lot lately. She knew it was because everyone was trying to be supportive and nice.

"You have a doctor's appointment." He said simply, and she sighed heavily. She hated doctor's appointments, as she had already gone to three. However, this was her OBGYN appointment. She had to go. Sighing heavily, she pushed herself up out of her chair and grabbed her jacket.

"Who is driving me to this one?" She asked, and Rigsby smiled.

"Well, it is technically Cho's turn, but he is chasing down a lead. Agent Kurt is going to fill in for me while I take you." He said, and Lisbon nodded. She had put up a fight, but eventually Minelli had told her she had to get another agent. With her pregnancy, and the doctor's appointments, they needed the extra hands.

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Rigsby sat in the room, reading a car magazine as Lisbon changed behind a screen. He had no clue they even had car magazines in a woman's health clinic. Turning the page, someone entered the room. He didn't look up, knowing that he was just here as a friend. Lisbon reappeared from behind the screen, now wearing a hospital gown. Rigsby made sure to keep a mental image of that to relay to Cho later.

"Don't even." She snapped at him, and Rigsby nodded. He looked back down at his car magazine, and tuned out as the doctor and Lisbon went over everything. He looked up to see the ultrasound, smiling at the look on his bosses face. As Lisbon changed, the doctor pulled Rigsby out the door.

"I have to ask, but how stressful is your job?" She asked, and Rigsby remembered he was wearing his gun.

"We are keeping her at her desk as much as we can." He assured the doctor, and she nodded.

"Be sure to keep her stress level down, and even try to keep soft music playing to help the mood stay calm. Are you the father?" She asked, and Rigsby shook his head.

"No, I'm just a friend." He said, and she nodded.

"Is there a father in the picture?"

Rigsby stopped himself before answering, but he never got the chance. The doctor seemed to get it, her eyes trained on something behind him. He knew who it was, and the doctor nodded.

"Make sure to schedule another appointment." The doctor said before she disappeared. Rigsby put his hand on the small of Lisbon's back and led her out into the waiting room, making sure she made another appointment. Once they were in the SUV, Lisbon put her head in her hands. She took three deep breaths before looking out the window. She settled back in his seat, folding her hands over her stomach.

"I'm hungry. Can we stop and get lunch?" Rigsby asked suddenly, and Lisbon smiled.

"Sure. And I need to pee." Rigsby laughed at the statement, deciding to stop at Wendy's. Lisbon got out of the car, disappearing inside before Rigsby got his seat belt off. He was halfway through ordering when Lisbon reappeared, walking up next to him.

"Did you order a salad for me?" She asked, and he nodded. He may have been tuning out during that appointment, but he heard the doctor tell his boss that she needed to eat healthy. As they waited for their food, Lisbon looked around the Wendy's.

"Teresa, there is no food in your house." He complained, looking around. She shrugged, pulling a water bottle out of the fridge.

"I'm never home." She said simply, sitting down at the table. Jane sat next to her, taking her hand gently in his own. It had been three months since they moved in together, and five months since they started dating.

"I'm sick of eating at Wendy's." He said, and she laughed. When she realized he was being serious, she stopped.

"What do you suggest we do?" She asked, and in an instant, she was being pulled out of her chair.

"Shopping. Grocery, that is." He said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Can we go to Wendy's afterwards?" She asked, and he glared at her as she got in the driver's side of the car. She tried to pout, but instead he laughed. As they buckled themselves in, he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Yes, we can go to Wendy's."

Rigsby knew better than to try to wake Lisbon from her trance. Gently, he put his hand on her shoulder and led her out of the establishment. He put the food in his seat before leading Lisbon around the car and putting her in the passenger side. This was why they didn't let her drive, or go anywhere besides the bathroom without one of them. Her sleep like trances came out of nowhere, and usually ended with a few tears and locking herself in her office. This time though, she blinked herself out of her trance before the shaking started.

"Are you okay?" Rigsby asked quietly, and she shook her head, and then nodded.

"I-I." She stopped, rubbing her eyes. "I was just remembering."

"Remembering what?" He asked quietly, knowing that talking about things always helped. Or… something like that.

"Going grocery shopping. Jane hated that I had no food in the house, besides small snacks. He said that I needed enough food for a small army. And that he was really sick of Wendy's." She laughed, a few small tears falling from her eyes. Rigsby cocked a grin, happy to see his boss smiling.

"We ate it a lot." He said, and Lisbon smirked.

"Yes, we did."

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Van Pelt sat on her desk, legs crossed, and shoes off. It was way after hours, but no one was leaving until Lisbon gave up and went home. Cho didn't mind; it meant he had more time for his book. Rigsby was resting on the ground in front of Van Pelts desk, chewing on a cookie that had been left in the kitchenette. He reached up and grabbed another one, causing Grace to glare at his head. She took the cookie back before he could eat it, and put an apple in his hand.

"Healthy." She said, and he huffed.

"What if I was allergic to apples?" He asked, and she laughed.

"We already went through this. You're not allergic." She said, and he shrugged.

Lisbon suddenly rushed out of her office, disappearing towards the bathroom. Grace sighed heavily, jumping off her desk and walking over to her boss's office. They had been waiting for this opening, so they could force her to leave. Rigsby followed Grace into the office, taking the jacket and papers she handed him. They were standing, side by side, outside the door when Lisbon walked back up. She raised her eyebrows at them, and Grace elbowed Rigsby.

"Uh, we want you to leave now B-Teresa." Rigsby caught himself, earning another raised eyebrow from Lisbon.

"Fine." She said, grabbing her stuff from the pair. She turned around, but looked back at the agents.

"Who's driving me home today?" She asked, and Grace stepped forward.

"I am." She said, and Lisbon nodded. She waited for Grace to get her stuff before walking over to the elevator. The women stood in the elevator quietly, until Grace turned to Lisbon.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, and Lisbon looked at her hands. If she really explained how she felt today, she was sure she would run out of words.

"I'm fine." She said, and Grace rolled her eyes.

"Is that your mantra?" Grace tried to joke, but Lisbon didn't find it funny.

"Today would be a year."

Grace didn't have to ask to know what she was talking about. She wanted to reach over and comfort her friend, but before she could move her hand the elevator doors opened and she stepped out. Van Pelt followed quickly, catching up with Lisbon as she reached the car.

"I'm sorry Teresa." She said, and Lisbon hung her head.

"Why is everyone suddenly using my first name?" She asked, looking up.

"I'm not sure. I feel it's nicer than using Lisbon." Grace explained, and Lisbon nodded. She looked at the back of the SUV, her eyes glazing over.

"You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault." Lisbon turned, but was stopped when Grace put her hand on her shoulder. When Lisbon turned around, she was surprised as Grace hugged her.

"I know it's not my fault. That doesn't mean I can't be sorry."

Lisbon felt tears prickle in her eyes as she watched Van- Grace walk around the car. Something in her heart tugged, and she moved to the passenger side. As she got in, she could see that Grace was blotting at her eyes. Trying to get off the sad subject, Lisbon suddenly felt a craving.

"Want to get a couple buckets of ice cream and a good movie?" She asked, and Grace smiled.

"That would be nice."


So, as I'm only a young girl, I'm doing my best to keep the pregnancy as true as it can be. You know, following it throuougly. However you say that, I forgot the word. :O. Anywho, the next chapter has some more background, and it's happier as well. I don't want this to be a total downer to everyone, so I'm trying to get some happier moments in. :)

Reviews would be great, as they heal the soul and make spiders into butterflies..... something like that.