A/N: The last chapter sucked so much that I am going to post this one right along with it. Van Pelt was the shortest chapter ever and now without further ado Amy.

Chapter 6 Amy

She looked at her clock when she heard the phone ring. It was only a little after ten, it was way too early for him to be calling. She picked it up and was stunned at the caller on the other end.

"My name is Special Agent Teresa Lisbon, and I'm trying to get in touch with a Amy Moore?"

She couldn't believe it. This was a moment that she had dreamed about for so long, hearing the voice of one Teresa Lisbon. It was a little cute voice; it matched the little cute Lisbon. Then she realized that it was her on the phone.

"Oh my god, what's happened to Patrick?" she practically screamed in her ear.

"There's been an accident. Now I really don't need you for anything because I'm his medical proxy but I saw a picture of the two of you in his wallet and well I thought that you might want to be here." She said hanging up.

Amy couldn't help but smile at that. She could tell that she was obviously upset because she seemed like she'd been crying. She was trying to keep her professional demeanor but her distaste for her was shining through and she liked that. Oh things were about to get interesting. She thought back to when she came back into the life of one Patrick Jane…

Flashback

Even though she was under the influence of all kinds of drugs she knew the game. He was trying to stare her down, trying to read between the lines and see something there, but he wouldn't her mind was completely blank.

"How long have you been here?" he asked her calmly.

"Jordan sent me here over a year ago; he thinks that I'm in college and that you are keeping a close eye on me." She beamed.

"That's odd he never contacted me."

"Well he knows that you're busy. Got to catch Red John, and then you went to jail right, so busy Paddy. Besides you right him letters every month detailed about my studies and our time together."

"Forgery fantastic, what else are they adding to the charges?"

"Paddy it's not like that, I was minding my own business. Do I look like the face of someone who would rob an old woman?"

Patrick couldn't believe that this was his little Amy. Amy who swung on the swing sets at his house with his little Charlotte. He couldn't believe that she had become this obvious addict. No, he let Charlotte down he wouldn't let her down. First step calling her father, he couldn't wait for that conversation.

"Come on you called me because you know that I could make all of this disappear and I have we just have to get out of here before a certain firecracker finds out you were here. Get your bag and let's go."

"Oh Paddy, I knew you'd protect me. You've always been my favorite." She beamed.

"Don't think you can pull the wool over my eyes, you have to get up early for something like that. This is not a get out of jail free card my dear. You and I are going to a nice clinic and they can help you there."

"No!" she shouted pulling away from him.

"Yes, you came to me for help, and I'm going to help you."

Now

Hey! Wake up, I need you to watch Emma!" she shouted waking her roommate.

"What's going on? You know I just did a double." He yawned stretching the sleep from his body.

"I know and I wouldn't do this right now but James something has happened to Patrick and I have to get to the hospital."

"Patrick this and Patrick that, I'm dying here. When are you going to let me in on the big mystery that is Patrick Jane? I've read a lot about him you know. They guy is dangerous, he's a killer, and he's hunting someone else to kill him. I don't think he's a good fit for you, and he's Emma's father. You surely know how to pick them Amy."

"He's not, I mean its complicated James, I can't take her there. I can' t let her see her pop that way. She's only one it will traumatize her.

"I got it, no worries she's safe with me. Oh my goodness so does this mean that you are finally going to be face to face with one Teresa Lisbon. Oh my I need to be there, I mean she's small but I bet she can hold her own. I mean that whole Amazonian act you got is just an act right, I mean you couldn't really scalp a person one handed could you?"

"James you are dwelling on the wrong things. I mean sure I'm about to meet what some would say is my competition but it's nothing like that, Lisbon and I could never compete with Paddy it's a different kind of love."

"Oh god, I've figured it out. I'm so sorry Ams, is this guy your father? I mean when we started hanging out and you had this old guy always popping up at strange times of day and he was with you in the hospital when you gave birth and she calls him pop. I thought, oh my god is he your dad?"

"Patrick Jane has had only one daughter and that was Charlotte and she's dead. I'm it's complicated James could you just watch Emma she probably won't even wake up. I need to get there before she keeps calling people." She said stuffing things into her purse.

"Oh yes the infamous Jordan. He's a neurologist right, so who's doctor is he exactly? I mean I know about your problem is he yours?" he asked for the first time losing his teasing tone and taking on one of concern.

"Yes…no…yes, but it's complicated James. Just stop asking all these questions he could be dying and I'm not there." She said for the first time letting what's happening sink in.

"He's fine. Did she say that it was the complicated?"

She didn't say anything she's cracking up. I'll see you later James, I love you." She told him as she pecked him on the cheek and excited their apartment.

*FR*

Teresa Lisbon had never been so drained in her life. She had been told that something had happened in his surgery and they were trying to fix it. It might be another hour or so. She knew that the doctor who came out to talk to her had told her specifically what was happening but she can't remember. She can't remember anything, not since she saw that photograph. What did that photograph mean? Who was she? She guesses that she would know soon enough. She took that card from her pocket, the one for the neurologist. Oh well one phone call down, one to go and she dialed the number for one Dr. Matheson

A/N: So now you know Amy is a childhood friend of Charlotte? I would like to tell you that is it in a nutshell, but come on what's the deal with this doctor? Who the hell is that guy? Why shouldn't he be called? I'll just say the next chapter is called Janes Janes Everywhere. It's going to be a good read.