Ok, so it looks really short, but it's actually quite long :P I tend not to do the whole long paragraph thing. Not sure about this one, i thought it would be the last one but it ain't. Another one, i would imagine, but this one cuts off in a place i decided i wanted it to. Lol. Thanks for all your reviews, they're amazing :)
This one's for Jen, *Shopping_luva91, seeing as she is forcing me to UD, so it's all her fault. I mean, i would have UDed sooner, but i didn't have internet for 6 days. I died. Several times. :P Hope you like this one.
Chapter 7
He cradled her body in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was oblivious to the fact that the killer he had been hunting for years lay dead on the floor, and he didn't care. It didn't matter.
The only thing that mattered was Lisbon.
Grace was the first to approach him, Cho and Rigsby were upstairs, he could hear distant shouts of 'clear' but he wasn't properly registering any of it. He glanced up briefly at Grace, she too was crying, a gasp escaped her lips as she caught sight of Lisbon, "Ambulance," he repeated looking at her, and shocked, she fumbled for her cell phone.
Her voice faded as the operator on the other end of the line picked up, and for the first time, he got a good look at the woman unconscious in his arms. Her face was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, mingled with a mixture of dirt and blood and a nasty bruise was forming just under her left eye. He trailed a hand down her cheek and traced his fingers lightly across her lips, flashing back to the many kisses they had shared. Suddenly a horrific thought flew through his mind – he might never get the chance to kiss her again, never get the chance to touch her, to see that beautiful smile of hers which made him forget everything in the world. But, more importantly, he might never have the chance to tell her how he felt. How much he loved her. He quickly snapped back to the present, here and now - disgusted that the thought she might not... that that thought had even fleetingly crossed his mind. Immediately he pushed the thought to the back of his mind, refusing to accept the reality in front of him. Refusing to face it, because, sometimes, in times like this the reality is too painful.
"Come on Teresa," he whispered, his voice painfully raw with emotion. "Hold on, damnit, I need you."He said, crying softly, staring at her through the tears, forcing him to take in the full picture. She looked so broken, and there was blood so much blood... He hated it so much, it was slippery and hot, and in his life blood was a symbol of one thing only: death. Her ripped up clothes were tainted by it, and there were several long deeps cuts all over her. Seeing her like this tore his heart in half, felt the pain and guilt tear through him. This was his fault, she was hurting and it was his entire fault. She could die, and it was his fault. He was to blame for all of it. He could hardly bear to look at her; her face was ghostly white under the blood, the shocking red stains harsh against the pale of her skin.
Cho and Rigsby hurtled down the stairs, Cho started, "Where is she?" then turned to see Lisbon cradled in Jane's arms. Cho rushed over to his boss, who was, first and foremost his friend. He almost threw up when he saw her, covered in blood she looked like she had taken a beaten. She didn't look good. She didn't look good at all. Jane looked up at Cho briefly, "Ambulance is on its way," he choked out. He didn't say anything, just nodded at Jane, before turned his gaze back to Lisbon, then to Grace and Rigsby. Then to the dead body lying a few feet away. Red John. Finally, finally the bastard was dead. That was a long time overdue. But deep down he knew it was too late, the damage had been done. Anyone who just looked around could see that, they were already starting to fall apart. Lisbon was their boss, but she was also their friend, hell she was with Jane, she was his rock. She was the rock for the rest of them.
What's a team without their leader? He couldn't help but wonder for a second, what would their team be like without her... They would be there. But they would not actually be there. Piece by piece, person by person, they would crack at the edges, chip, and eventually they would completely shatter. Break apart. It wasn't worth thinking about, and Cho turned his attention back Jane, and the woman in his arms that held them all together.
Rigsby kept glancing at Lisbon, there and limp, Jane holding onto her, willing her, trying to cling onto life enough for both of them. Grace was crying quietly, looking at Lisbon, then Jane, then Red John. She wasn't the kind of person that felt actual, real hate towards others very often, but this was the exception to that because there was simply no other way to describe the way they all felt about him. He wasn't a human being, he tore families apart, he'd been tormenting Jane for years, and he had left Lisbon... if they hadn't arrived here in time... well, they still might have been too late.
He could hear the sirens in the distance, but all he could do was stare at her. "Keep breathing," He muttered under his breath, "Come on, fight, you're strong, you can make it, I know you can," he said desperately, causing the tears to fill up his eyes again.
He brushed her hair away from her face, smoothing his hand over it. "I can't lose you," he whispered, "I can't lose you too, I love you," he whispered, "I need you to stay alive," he whispered again.
Then the paramedics burst through the door, yelling medical terms that were as good as another language to Jane, and before he knew it, he was pushed aside, away from the woman he loved, who was clinging to life by a tiny thread. Hanging there, completely oblivious to the fact that at any second, the tiny hold she had on life left, could snap.
I know, i'm a horrible person. :P But olease review, because this one... hmm. Yes, not 100% sure. Not really 75% sure... i nearly didn't post. Anway, you don't need to hear about my self doubt issues. Thank the snow over in the UK for this one actually (as well as Jen) cos i had a day off school - time to do all my work AND write this :P You should all be proud. Lol.
Please review they mean a lot! And we are nearing the end :o I'll try UD quickly... and i have written really long A/Ns today. Sorry :P
Please excuse any typo's and random and weird authors notes... i'm very tired. I blame the snow, well, snowball fights... :P
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