Cho drives up to the Jane's house; this was visit he didn't want to make. He made a promise to Jane and he had to do as he promised. He sees that the nanny that he hired to help Teresa out is still here. He parks the car and takes a deep breath as he picks up an envelope sitting in the other seat, looks at it and gets out of the car. The front door opens and Lisbon comes out to greet him, carrying her baby daughter. She smiles as she meets him.
"Hi, it's so nice to see you out here. Been busy at headquarters?" She says as Cho puts his arms out and she places the baby in his arms. He loves this child, and is proud to be her God Father.
"And how is Miss Casey today" He smiles at the baby, the baby looks back. They walk back to the house and enter.
A young woman comes into the living room. "Would you like me to change her and give her a bottle?"
Lisbon looks over at Cho who is playing with the baby's hand. "Not right now, she seems happy. Thank you, Jenny." Jenny leaves.
"Jenny has been such a great help. I'm glad you hired her for me. She watches Casey while I go out for some long walks. Except for Jenny, I can't even take a shower without Casey fussing if she's awake."
Cho nods in agreement. He rises and lays the now sleeping baby in the bassinet near the couch. Somehow he seems to set his shoulders in determination before turning and sitting next to Lisbon. One glance and Lisbon knows he hasn't just come to see Casey.
Soberly, "What do you want to tell me, Cho? … Is it about Jane?" She looks scared and closes her eyes. "Is he dead?" Cho shakes his head and Lisbon is able to breathe again.
"Three years ago Jane made me promise to give you a letter if something happened to him. He told me to wait three months. I don't know what's in it. I know it was important to him." He reaches in his pocket and takes out an envelope with her name on it.
"I'll be outside if you need me," he says getting up and walking outside.
Her heart clenches at the sight of Jane's hand writing on the envelope. "If I have been missing for three months and it is possible I won't return, Cho will deliver this. To be opened only by Teresa Lisbon."
She wipes her eyes. She holds the envelop in shaky hands and turns the envelope over several times, both eager to read her husband's message and dreading it. She finally unseals the flap and finds a letter and three bank books enclosed. She puts the books on the couch and reads the letter. She finishes it and her hands drop numbly to her lap. After a moment she glances through the books. She stands and joins Cho on the porch bench.
"Did he tell you what's in the letter?"
"No. And I didn't ask."
"Remember when he left and went to Vegas? I worried every day and was mad enough to chew nails when he came back with a plan to catch Red John." Cho nods. "He promised me then he would never leave again, and if he ever did it wasn't something he planned on. He wanted to make sure I would never want for anything. The bank accounts are in my name. Two banks are outside the US, one is in California." She hands the books to Cho. Cho's impassive expression gives way to surprise at the sums in the accounts
"The letter is private." She pauses and swallows before being able to continue. "Do you think he's dead?"
"We've checked out a lot of leads. All dead ends. I believe Jane would find a way to get back to you if he's alive," Cho answers softly. He pulls her over into a hug as she starts crying.
THREE DAYS LATER
A car pulls up to a warehouse. Two young men get out and approach the door. "So why are we here, Todd?"
"My mom's been nagging me to check on my grandfather. Said he hasn't been answering his phone," one says.
"Okay, let's get this little family reunion over with. I gotta get to work on time," the friend says, shifting restlessly.
Todd takes a key from his pocket and opens the door. "Shouldn't take long. You'll get there, so chill." The door opens and Todd flicks on the office lights as they go inside. "Maybe he's in the back. He never let anyone go there."
"Your grandfather was strange."
Todd doesn't bother arguing since he privately agrees. Todd opens the door to the back and stops dead as they're hit by the smell.
"What the hell is that?!" the friend exclaims, as he bumps into Todd.
Filled with anxiety, struggling not to hurl, Todd dares to turn on the light. His grandfather, Noah is lying on the floor. Rather, what once was his grandfather is on the floor. "Call 9-1-1 for god's sake," he says angry and upset. Unnoticed, his friend has walked halfway across the room and is looking into a makeshift jail cell.
Shaken, "Todd, damn right we need the cops. Looks like a dead guy in here." He turned to Todd, face white. "What did your grandfather do?"
Horrified and nauseated, they rush out of the room and lean panting against the closed door.
Two cops soon arrive followed by firemen and paramedics. The young men hurry over to the police and point to the office warehouse. Two cops peel off and go inside while the young men talk to the others.
The cops enter the back room and flick on the light. The smell and one glance confirms there is nothing anyone can do for Noah. They rush to the other man, one cop exclaiming "What the hell is this?" at sight of the home-made cell. They use their flashlights in the dim light to try to see more detail of what appears to be another corpse on a cot. Both jump as the man slowly raises a hand to cover his eyes from the light. Efforts to open the cage door are thwarted by the lock. One leaves then returns a minute later with firemen and paramedics. The firemen's "jaws of life" cutters are normally used to extract victims from car wrecks. The jaws make short work of cutting out the lock. Then the cell door is open and the firemen stand aside to give the paramedics access. One kneels next to the man on the cot.
"I'm a paramedic. Are you hurt?" The man moans and tries to turn his face away from the light.
"Light hurts…" the man says weakly. "Please, water…"
The paramedics check his vital signs and starts an IV. A policeman comes over and squats near the man's head.
"What's your name? What happened here?"
"Call the FBI….Kimball Cho…name is Patrick Jane." The man closes his eyes, barely conscious.
The paramedic interrupts, "Need to get him out of here and to the hospital." The other paramedic returns with a stretcher from the ambulance. "He's in a bad way. Hurry."
Cho rushes into the hospital emergency room and to the triage nurse's station. "I'm here about a patient just brought in. Patrick Jane."
The nurse checks her computer. "He's being treated by Dr. Warren. I'll page him. You can wait over there." She points to some chairs.
Cho takes out his badge and shows it to her. "I want to talk to him now. Where is Mr. Jane?"
"I'll page the doctor. Mr. Jane is in the ICU on the third floor. I'll let the doctor know to meet you there." Cho strides to the elevator. When he exits on the third floor a doctor is waiting for him.
"Agent Cho, I'm Dr. Warren."
Cho pauses a second to regain his calm. "I was called about a patient brought here named Patrick Jane. I need to make sure he's my agent." The doctor is puzzled at the statement as Cho shows him his badge. Cho unbends and explains, "He's been missing almost three months and was presumed dead. I need to make sure it's him."
The doctor nods and leads him into a room. Two nurses are busy with an agitated patient who is resisting their efforts.
Cho goes closer, shocked at the sight. Their patient is a man with long blonde curly hair, grimy, very pale, very thin. A beard covers much of his face but the sunken, panicked eyes are unmistakably those of Patrick Jane. One nurse tries to fasten a restraint on the patient's left wrist while the other nurse holds the arm still. The right wrist is already tied to the bed rail.
"Why is he restrained?" Cho asks sharply, a little too loud. He takes a step forward but the doctor stops him with a hand lightly on his arm.
"I take it this is Mr. Jane. He's upset and confused - delirious." Cho frowns then again looks at Jane, unconvinced.
Warren explains, "He's pulled out two IV's and we can't start another till he's calm or restrained. He needs a sodium chloride solution for severe dehydration. Another day and Mr. Jane would be dead. His organs are failing, he has a terrible headache caused by blood volume so low his brain is shrinking. This was being addressed by blood transfusions, till he resisted that." The nurses finally succeed with Jane's left wrist. "Now that he's restrained we can continue treatment. Dialysis will help his kidneys. A nasogastric tube will allow us to get protein and other important nourishment into him."
Now calm, Cho goes over to the head of the bed and puts his hand on Jane's arm. He speaks firmly and slowly, "Jane, let them help. You're safe now. Boss has been worried about you."
Jane stops fighting and looks at the man by his head, seeming to understand. "Teresa. Where is she?"
"I'll bring her soon as I can. Promise you'll follow the doctor's orders."
Jane's respiration is getting faster and a nurse adjusts the IV. Dr. Warren says, "You need to leave. I'm putting Mr. Jane into a medically induced coma for three days so he can rest, and so we can give him the treatment he needs."
"Can his wife visit? I haven't told her he was found. They just had a baby who he hasn't seen yet."
"She can visit but only for ten minutes every hour. Mr. Jane is very ill."
"She'll understand. Thank you for taking care of my friend."
In the kitchen getting a drink of water, Lisbon steps over to the living room window when she hears a car pull up. She's surprised at the sight of Cho and rushes to the front door.
"Back already? Forget something?" she teases, then is scared by Cho's grim expression. "He's found? Is - is he alive?" She asks tremulously, not knowing whether she wants an answer.
"Jane's alive, Boss. He's at St Luke's. I just came from there." First fear then relief washes over Lisbon's face. She cries tears of relief and Cho hugs her when she sways on her feet. "I'll take you soon as you're ready. He is in the ICU. They have him in a medically induced coma." Cho decides against telling her more, deciding discretion is the best choice. The doctor will not only be more accurate, but also will be able to answer her inevitable questions. Cho isn't sure how welcome those answers will be.
Lisbon pulls away and dries her eyes. "I'll let Jenny know. I have some bottles in the refrigerator for Casey, so she should be okay until morning." She quickly fetches what she'll need.
Cho and Lisbon exit the elevator at the ICU and walk to the nurse's station near Jane's room.
"Can I help you?" a nurse asks.
"I'm Teresa Jane. My husband is here and I would like to see him." Cho had met the nurse earlier. Cho nods yes when the nurse glances his way, unsure what the FBI's involvement means about or for the patient.
"I'll take you to his room. You can only stay for ten minutes per hour. He is unconscious and will be for another two days." Lisbon follows the nurse and they go into a room that is semi-dark. "I'll be back in ten minutes," the nurse says diplomatically and leaves. Lisbon slowly approaches the bed and looks at her husband. She tears up at the tangle of tubes and equipment surrounding him. She reaches down and strokes his arm.
"Jane, I'm here. I've been so worried. Cho told me what happened. I'm so sorry we couldn't find you sooner... Our baby is here. We have a beautiful little girl. I named her Casey Charlotte as we decided. She has beautiful blonde hair. Yep, curly. Soon as you are awake, I'll bring her in so you can meet her." A lump blocks further words. Lisbon leans over and kisses Jane on the forehead. She brushes some errant locks off his face. And all too soon the nurse is back. Lisbon whispers, "Get well. Love you," and leaves.
Cho collects her in the hall. Lisbon wrestles with competing relief that Jane is found and worry about his health. But she can once again look forward, can reasonably expect her little family will be together and safe.
