A/N: Sorry for the delay! I got… sidetracked. I made 142 icons instead. Heh. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Lisbon lifted her head from where she had been lying face down on her desk and groaned. She'd fallen asleep at her desk. What sort of boss was she if she was the one falling asleep at work? There was a sharp knock at her door.

"Come in," she said sleepily, yawning. She glanced at her clock: 6pm. Cho opened the door and entered her office.

"I was just going," Cho informed her. "Van Pelt and Rigsby just left. Are you coming?"

Lisbon rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I guess I should," she smiled wryly and Cho walked over and touched her shoulder gently.

"Today really got to you," Cho noted and Lisbon shrugged.

"I'm fine," she replied stubbornly which gave Cho his answer. Cho picked up her car keys from her desk.

"Come on," he added and she groaned as she got up. She hated any cases to do with children. Especially young children or teenagers. Lisbon grabbed her bag and pushed the files off her desk into her briefcase including her computer mouse, to Cho's amusement. He removed the mouse from her bag and put it back on her desk. "I don't think you need to take that home."

Cho walked over and held the door open for her and they headed to the elevators together.

As they walked out into the parking lot Cho passed her the car keys to her car that he had nabbed from her desk.

"You'll be needing these," he smiled and touched her shoulder in the gesture of a dear friend. "Take care."

Lisbon smiled wryly. "Don't I always?"

She opened her car door and stopped.

"Thank you," she added, before getting in and starting her car. Cho turned and headed for his own car as Lisbon sped away to her home.

Twenty minutes later Lisbon unlocked her front door and pushed it open.

"Lou, I'm home," she called out but received no answer. She tried again, but louder. "Lou?"

There was still no answer. Lisbon took off her coat and yawned; it had been a long day. Maybe Louise was asleep? It was only eight o'clock which was three hours before her daughter usually even went to bed, but stranger things had happened. Lisbon walked through into the living room and pulled off her shoes before she sat down on the couch.

She noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table and picked it up to read.

Mom. I've gone to see a movie with Christian; I'll be home before nine. –Louise.

That explained why Louise hadn't been home, Lisbon realized as she scrunched up the note to throw in the trash. Her forehead creased in confusion as she noticed what the note had been on top of. Lisbon picked up the photo frame and turned it over. Lisbon gasped as she saw who was in it.

"Do we have to?" Jane complained as Van Pelt picked up the camera.

"Yes you do," Van Pelt informed him in a 'no nonsense' voice. Jane groaned and Lisbon pulled him so he would be in the shot.

"Behave," Lisbon ordered him and glared at him. He smirked and pinched her butt which resulted in him getting a slap on the back of the head, much to Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt's amusement. Jane playfully tousled Lisbon's hair and kissed her cheek before grinning at the camera and pulling Lisbon tighter to his side.

Lisbon chuckled at the memories that came flooding back. Memories that she had done her best to forget. For ever. It had been easier to not remember the recollections of Jane that to remember. For years she had woken up every night having to stifle her screams because of dreadful nightmares so as not to wake her baby daughter.

Lisbon dashed her hand across her eyes as the hot tears pricked at eyes. She was not going to cry over him. Not again. He had caused her too much pain already and she would not cave to his actions. He was gone now and it was going to stay that way. He was gone. Forever.

Lisbon had just turned on her television when her phone rang. She muted the television and answered the call.

"Lisbon," she answered.

"Agent Lisbon, we need you at the de Longoria house," an unfamiliar voice said. "it seems that there has been a crime. Arson."

"And you are?" Lisbon checked their name.

"Agent Lamsley, ma'am," Lisbon was informed by the man.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Agent Lamsley," Lisbon replied as she ended the call, turned off the television set, grabbed her keys and dialled Louise's number: multi-tasking was her strong point. After all, she was a woman.

The disembodied and amazingly irritating voice of a woman spoke in Lisbon's ear. "The person you are calling is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone." Lisbon groaned. She should have remembered that Louise's phone would be off during the movie!

"Louise, it is mom. I've been called out to a crime scene; I don't know when I'll be back. Feel free to stay at Christian's just don't get to sleep too late, it's a school night! I love you." Lisbon left her message and ended the call. Some mothers wouldn't have let their teenage daughter sleep around at a sixteen year old boy's house, but Lisbon trusted her daughter and also knew Christian's puritanical parents. If anything happened, Christian would probably be disowned and sent to a British boot camp until he was fifty three.

Lisbon headed out of the house and unlocked her car. As she started her car she hit redial and put her phone on speaker.

"Agent Lamsley," she was greeted with the less than cheerful tone of the agent she had spoken to previously.

"I'm on my way," she informed him. "Fill me in."

Lisbon listened in complete silence to the slightly horrific report that she received from the agent, even though she could tell that he was trying to soften the blow. She felt terrible and guilty from her thoughts of Mrs de Longoria; she had thought the woman was an overreacting mother whereas she was just a worried mother and Lisbon realized that it was only her training that would make her not like the woman if she found Louise had been kidnapped. Or had run away.

Mrs de Longoria had been pronounced dead at the scene with first degree burns although the cause of death had been ruled asphyxiation by inhalation of carbon monoxide from the toxic smoke. Mr. de Longoria had been taken away in an ambulance with only second degree burns, but his chance of living was only a 33 percent expectation. It was a suspected arson, although they had no suspects at the current time.

Lisbon thought back to when she had been investigating the death of Stanley Brueno and a bomb had exploded in his house where she had been.

Lisbon opened her eyes, feeling like someone had rubbed grit in them.

"Where am I?" She asked blearily, squinting as the light hurt her eyes.

"You're in hospital," Jane informed her as he brushed her hair out of her face. "You're going to be fine."

"I always am," Lisbon grinned and then winced as she began to feel the pain of the burns. Jane noticed and pressed a button on the side of the bed which injected Lisbon with the much needed painkillers. "Stay here, Patrick."

"I'm here," Jane answered, squeezing her hand gently.

"Don't leave me," Lisbon spoke quietly as the painkillers began to take effect.

"I won't," Jane promised. The last thing Lisbon felt was his lips press to her forehead and his last few words before she drifted into unconsciousness. "I'll be here for you Teresa. Forever and always."

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