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Lisbon stood, looking at Jane's large house. She remembered very clearly the first time she had been there only a week before. She shouldn't get that face out of her mind. The doctors were releasing him from the hospital today. He still had to be on bed rest, but he didn't have to stay at the hospital.

She couldn't bear the thought of him staying in the big empty house all alone. Especially with that face on the wall. He still hadn't regained his memory of the past 15 years and dropping him off at this house was not how she wanted to broach the subject of his family's murders. If she had it her way, they would never tell him what had happened.

That was why she was standing outside of his house now. She was going to get his things and he was going to stay with her. She had an extra room that she used as an office and as a guest room when friends of family came to visit from back east. She would figure out what to tell him later. Right now, she was more concerned with getting in and out of his house as quickly as possible. It gave her the willies just being there.

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He was getting restless. He had been sitting in the same hospital bed for a week now. He could barely get up to go to the bathroom with his leg in a cast and it was really starting to get to him. He was still coming to grips with the fact that he had apparently lost the last 15 years of his life and that, too, was really starting to get to him.

He had decided that he really liked his co-workers. They had been the only ones to come to visit him in the hospital. It was a little bit of a shock to him that they seemed to be his only friends. He had asked Teresa—he wouldn't call her by her last name no matter how many times she asked—what he had done that had landed him in such a state.

What had she said? Oh yes, "You pissed of a very powerful person." No more explanation than that, no matter how hard he tried. He could tell that she was usually powerless to his charm, but for some reason she was sticking to her guns on this one. The entire team was, too. He couldn't get any of them to say what went on that caused him to get kicked off TV and land a job as a "mentalist" for the CBI.

He had spent a good deal of his time with the team, analyzing them. He supposed that he had probably already done it once, but he didn't remember it. It was obvious that Rigsby and Van Pelt were in a relationship—a new one at that. They hadn't been together long and seemed a little unsure about it. It was cute, really. He had a feeling that his accident had been the tip off for their relationship. He felt slightly proud about that fact.

Cho was a slight puzzle to him. He came and sat with him during his lunch, but half the time he was reading a book that Jane had never heard of. Cho had said that it was as big as Harry Potter, but Jane had no idea what that was either. Cho didn't talk much, which was fine with Jane. When he did talk, it was about the cases they had worked on together. There had been a case where he had nearly been trapped in a fire. This seemed to amuse Cho very much.

It would seem that he took it upon himself to do stupid crazy things to get a confession. It was like he had a death wish or something. It puzzled him why he would do some of the things that he did. It had to go back to why he was no longer working as a psychic.

Teresa…oh that woman, she was the one that puzzled him the most. First was her insisting on being called by her last name. She was afraid of getting too close to him and it puzzled him. Had there been something between them before his accident? Maybe, but probably not. More likely she was afraid of something happening between them and then him regaining his memory and destroying it all.

It made him wonder again what he had done before he joined the CBI. Could it be awful enough for her to deny that she was attracted to him and almost avoid him? She still spent more time with him than anyone else, but not nearly as much time as before he woke up. From the nurses he found out that she used to spend the night next to him in the chair. They had told him she spent a lot of time crying and talking to him. Anger seemed to be her favorite emotion—one that she was used to using on him, not that she stayed angry for long. In the week he had been awake he had seen her lose her temper at him at least five times. Usually when he started to ask personal questions.

It was a mystery to him why she wanted to close herself off the way she did. Her life would really be much easier if she would just open up. He wouldn't need to ask as many questions. He was thinking about it when Lisbon walked through the door to his room. "Gorgeous as always, Teresa. How are you today?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "I'm great, Jane. Are you ready to blow this joint?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Did you bring me some clothes?" He noticed the bag that she had in her hand.

"I did. Not your usual three piece suit, but I couldn't see cutting the leg off one of your suites."

"I wear three piece suits to work? Seems a little formal."

"That's just what you do. I brought you jeans. I figure we can figure out where we need to cut them off to get your cast on." She pulled a worn looking pair of jeans out of the bag and tossed them at him, placing the bag on the end of the bed. "Let me find a nurse." She wandered back into the hall again, leaving him alone to try to reach the bag and the rest of his clothes.

A nurse came in a few minutes later, alone. "Where'd Teresa go?" he asked as the nurse took a pair of scissors out of the cart next to his bed.

"She said she didn't want to be here while you were getting dressed. She's talking to the doctor about what you can and cannot do."

He thought about it for a minute while getting dressed. "What is she going to do," he asked, "follow me home?"

"No," Lisbon said coming in the room, "you're following me home."