Author's note: Sorry about the wait. Reviews are appreciated. Wow. Jane's wife shares the same name with my character. I think, just for the sake of the fact that it would be kind of awkward, they won't be sharing the same name. At least they won't be sharing the same name here. Next story they might, if I decide to write another one.
Chapter 6: Heaven?
Lisbon
Thoughts race through my mind a mile a minute. I am feeling no pain and I can't find the place where the bullet entered my body. I am lying on a beach when I should be in a hospital room. This must be what death is like. I wish I could tell Jane about it because it might lighten him up a little.
I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun gently kiss me. I don't want to be dead. I have, had, so much that I needed to do. I didn't have a home that Angela could go to if something happened to me. I hadn't thought that I would need to do that for her.
I'd always thought that everything would be fine. I hadn't thought that I would die so quickly. What would Jane do? The day before, Jane had told me that everyone that he got close to got hurt. Me getting shot had nothing to do with him, but he might make it his fault and I don't want him to make it his fault. I left Jonathan knowing the consequences of what could happen to me when I had turned him into the police after I had found out about the drug operation that he was in charge of.
"I hate being dead," I softly growl in annoyance. I want to be back home with Angela, and I want to be back at work, waiting for the moment when we would catch Red John so that I could prevent Jane from killing him. Red John needed to die legally. I wouldn't have Red John's death being the reason why Jane was put back into jail but there is nothing that I can do about it now if I am dead.
"Hello." I open my eyes slowly so I can look for the voice. It sounds like a child around the ages of nine to eleven years old. I see a young girl with long curly blond hair looking down at me. "Do you want to sit up for a little bit? We need to talk," she tells me with a serious look on her face.
"All right," I reply. I can use some answers to shed light on why I am here.
Angela
After they found my car seat they stopped talking. The Asian man, called Cho, went back to being a tall statue that rarely came to life. Jane, the blond man, just kept fidgeting. His eyes would occasionally look into the rearview mirror to look at me and then he would look away. His fingers lightly tap on the arm rest before he turns to look out the window.
"What are you going to do with me until Mommy gets better," I asked them quickly. Mommy and me had never talked about what we would do in a situation like this one. "We'll," Jane's voice trailed off for a little but then he continued, "Take care of you."
"How," I asked him. "We'll look at your Mother's personal file," Cho,
"and see if she has any…" Jane immediately interrupted him, "Lisbon did not mention in her personal file what to do if something like today happened."
"Do you know who the name of your Father," Cho asks me, his eyes probe my brain for information. Jane's eyes shift to the rearview mirror to look at me. "What is a Father," I ask them. I feel a small frown beginning to form on my face. It seems like Mommy and me didn't talk about a lot.
"Daddy? Dad? Poppa, "Cho asks me quizzically. I shake my head at each strange name. "Don't worry about it," Jane tells me confidently. "Why,"
I ask him.
"It sounds like a name that you don't need to know."
Author's note: What do you think? Might be a few grammatical errors here and there so if you notice them please tell me. The reviews are appreciated and I always enjoy reading them. The last two episodes were really good. I'll try to make the next chapter longer.