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TheReflection

Jane held his breath and let his eyes wander to Grace, who was rigid in her chair, straining to hear something. Rigsby's labored breathing was the only thing that reached their ears.

And then, the backdoor slowly swung open, creaking as it did so. It hit the wall with a soft thud, then there was the barely audible scratch of the soles of shoes on the wooden floor and the rustling of clothing. Whoever it was, they were slowly edging forward.

If it were Hazel's brother, he would not creep in here like a thief. It had to be someone who intended to rescue them and who had chosen the worst possible moment for it.

But then, when is there ever the right moment?

Maybe Cho, or Fischer, or – Lisbon.

Jane had to suppress the urge to groan. He suddenly didn't want her here anymore. She had no idea what awaited her, and, worst of all; she didn't know that madwoman was standing to the right of the doorway, pressing herself against the wall, waiting for her.

Then, Lisbon's gun became visible, and he barely resisted the urge to shout, to warn her.

Before she could take another step, Hazel growled: "Drop the gun, girl."

Although he couldn't see her face, Jane knew exactly what Lisbon looked like right now.

Her whole small body drawn as tight as a spring, closing her eyes, knowing she had no choice. Her opponent had the upper hand, so she gulped, and then they – he, van Pelt and Haibach's sister – watched as the gun was lowered and ultimately laid on the floor.

"Kick it away," Hazel ordered.

Lisbon did as she asked, and the gun skittered away from her, hobbling over the uneven and worn-out wooden planks.

"Now, come in a few steps, and don't turn around."

Slowly, Lisbon complied, not wanting to make any sudden movements. When she had stopped again in her tracks, she raised her eyes to meet Jane's.

Even though it was ice-cold outside, Lisbon was only wearing a T-Shirt with her jeans and boots. He could see small beads of sweat glisten on her forehead.

He couldn't read what he saw in her eyes very well – in that moment, she was opaque. She did not seem very frightened, although she might have buried away her fear under many layers of professionalism. Police Academy had taught her how to deal with situations like the one they were currently in.

But, underneath it, he detected something akin to fierce determination, fueled by anger, if her clenching and unclenching fists were any indication.

Hazel continued pointing her rifle at Lisbon from behind her, then started walking around to face her, picking up Lisbon's gun in the process. Her footsteps were plump compared to Lisbon's barely audible entrance.

"You little bitch, thought sneaking in here was that easy, huh?" Hazel spit.

Lisbon just watched her, alert. Hazel exchanged the rifle for the Lisbon's gun, pointing that at her instead. Hazel's movements were fast: she turned Lisbon around so they were standing sideways to Jane, and as the woman came to a stop in front of Lisbon, she pointed the gun straight at her chest. Jane felt like throwing up.

"Come to rescue your dirty little friends, huh?" Haibach's sister snarled.

"As a fact, yes," Lisbon answered.

Wrong thing to say, Jane thought.

The weapon jerked and Hazel took a step closer to Lisbon. "Shut up or I'll shoot you."

Then Lisbon did something that made Jane wish he had never been born.

She took another step forward, until the gun's muzzle pressed into her alabaster skin, directly over her heart, and said, completely calm, words he himself had uttered earlier: "Go ahead. I got nothing to lose."