Previously:

He leaned in and crushed his lips against hers, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"That's not why I'm worried."

He stole her lips again.

XXX

He kissed moved his lips of off hers, before nurturing the most tender spots on her neck. God she is beautiful, he thought. They had moved into a position which featured Lisbon laying underneath Jane. He had started to roll up the hem of her shirts as she clung onto the collar of his as if clinging for her dear life.

Jane.. Jane stop." Lisbon said, pushing him off of her.

"Why? What's wrong Teresa.. I love you, and I presume the feelings are mutual" he chuckled, leaning back in to kiss her once more.

"I do Jane.. But we can't.. it's against the rules, and I give a damn about my job" she stood, pushing him off of her once more.

"Screw the rules, I'll leave. I'll pack up and go, but I want you Teresa. I don't give a damn about Red John, or revenge or the CBI. I'll leave, find a new job and we can be together. Please. I love you, Teresa." He pulled her into a hug. She smells as good as she looks, he thought, inhaling her sent as he gripped her tighter.

"No. I can't do that. I can't make you leave your job, I can't make you leave this." She motioned towards the Red John files, sitting across from them. "I can't get into a relationship with you knowing that you could hate me forever for making you move on when you weren't ready."

"Teresa.."

"No. I'm sorry, Jane. I really am." She closed her eyes and turned, walking out from the room.

"Teresa…" He stepped out, but it was too late. She had already walked from the room. He could hear her footsteps as she practically sprinted out of the loft area that he had inhabited. Why can't she see how much I love her?

"God, you are an idiot." He spoke quietly to himself.

Of course. HE couldn't just spring himself on her like that! He was going to have to show her his love, lay it out for her on a golden platter

I, Patrick Jane, hereby state my love for Teresa Lisbon. I will win her love before the month is out. I will show her my love for me. Starting with this. He slipped his wring of, leaving it on the desk next to him.

Then everything went black.

XXX

Teresa Lisbon ran through the hospital. Of course she had heard what had happened. Her consultant, Patrick Jane, had been involved in an explosion at the CBI HQ. Her consultant, Patrick Jane, had been the victim of a tragic explosion less than 10 minutes after she had left the room, left the CBI to go and get coffee. No-one else had been hurt- just Jane. It was him that had been targeted. It was him that had been hurt. It was him that was lying in critical condition in a hospital. It was her who would have been dead if she hadn't left the room five minutes earlier.

"Is he OK?" She asked as she ran into the room her agents were waiting in. Van Pelt had a single tear running down her face as she leaned against Rigsby. He seemed to be lost in his own world. Even Cho looked a little worried, she thought, a horrible pit of despair growing within her. Cho stood.

"There was a bomb under his bed in the loft. It only hurt him, but the blowback was big- the walls didn't cave in, so the explosion did. He's in surgery now. It.. It doesn't look good."

She took a breath and sat, steadying herself. Yes, I could defiantly be dead right now. So could Jane.

"Where was he, in the loft?"

"Near the door. Looks like he was pacing. But all the files on Red John and his little scribe on his victims were incinerated." He spoke, sitting back down.

"So was this a target at Jane, or those case files?" She said, putting her head in her hands.

"Boss, we can't do this! We can't sit here and talk about this as if it were any other case!" Van Pelt said quietly.

"We have to act as if it was another case, Van Pelt. We have to catch the bastard that did this."

"We already know who this is. It has to be Red John. So to catch the bastard we catch Red John."

"Lets not jump to assumptions."

"Lets step back and take a while off. We can't do this one! Wait until Jane is better then come back in." She replied.

"Van Pelt, who is the boss here? I agree that it is probably Red John, but we have to continue working this case."

"I agree with her. We need to take a break. Just a day or two then come back in with a fresh set of eyes." Cho finished.

"I agree, Boss. We aren't gunna get anything tonight." Rigsby concluded.

"Fine. But I want you back in day after tomorrow." She said stubbornly, as a doctor walked in.

"Patrick Jane?" He said, looking towards the agents who nodded and flashed their badges. "He has just come out of surgery. He wont be getting any visitors until tomorrow, so I would advise that you go home, get some rest and come back in to see him then. Patrick is stable, and no more procedures or operations will take place tonight." He said, turning as they thanked him. The agents started making the way through the hospital.

"Boss?" Van Pelt asked as they got to the car park.

"Yes, Grace?" She turned towards the younger agent.

"You said we could have the few days off work. You never said anything about yourself, does that mean you're going back to work?" She asked, embarrassed that she cared that much about her boss.

"Yeah. I need to check this out. don't worry about me, go home and get some rest. I want you all to have a fresh set of eyes by the time that you come back to work on Monday. Got it?" She smiled as she stepped into the CBI car. Cho put his hand on the inside of the door before she could she could shut it and drive away.

"Go home boss." Cho said simply. She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were the senior agent, Cho?" She returned.

"There is nothing else you can do in the office tonight. Too noisy." Rigsby finished.

"Guys, I'm fine, and there is loads of paperwork waiting for me. I wont make it too late." She flashed her best fake smile and pulled away.

"She's not going home tonight, is she?" Cho asked Van Pelt.

"Nope."

"Defiantly not."

They went their separate ways, not knowing that the next time they saw each other would either be at Patrick Jane's funeral, or Red Johns.