First of all I would like to say how sorry I am for not updating this sooner, I have had writer's block with this story.

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Nine

He must have fallen asleep in a very uncomfortable position judging by his now stiff neck. He stirred slightly, raising his head slowly to take in Lisbon's hospital room. Patrick had fallen asleep in a chair with his head down by her arm, hand splayed out on her swollen belly. Pulling back slightly, he stretched his arms out in front of him before reaching back and rubbing the back of his neck, rotating it and groaning slightly.

"You okay?" his attention turned to the bed. He had not realized that she was awake, well, give him some credit, he had been sleeping for the past couple of hours.

He smiled at her softly, "You're awake," he moved closer to her slowly as she nodded, "How are you feeling?" he placed his hand on her forearm; momentarily realizing how soft her skin was to his touch.

"Sore," she tried to shift her current position before she let out a grimace, "Is he okay?"

Patrick nodded, "Yes, she's okay," she smiled and shook her head slightly before looking down at his hand on her forearm. He could easily sense what was most likely coming next; even though she already knew the answer was 'yes'.

"My brother's dead, isn't he," he nodded. She moved her arm away from his touch and brought it up to her mouth, covering her quiver, "The kids," he felt great empathy for her, but he did not know how to tell her of Maddie's fate. Lisbon's current stability was unknown even to the mentalist.

"How are the kids?"

He shook his head solemnly, "He got her," Lisbon's eyes were now wet with fresh tears, she could not hold them back any longer, "Maddie called me, Red John must have heard her," he paused, "or he went upstairs to check to be sure that he'd gotten everyone," he almost spat the last part out in disgust.

"Ray…"

Her eyes were now searching his, for a sign of hope. He gave it to her by a simple nod, "Ray's alive," Lisbon ran a hand down the side of her face and gave out a light sigh of relief, Ray was alive, but it still did not make up for the death of his family, "He hid in your suitcase."

The next few moments were silent, Lisbon needed the silence, and Patrick recognized it almost immediately. She did not want to look at him and would constantly turn her head to one side to prevent him from seeing fresh salty tears cascade down her face. Vulnerability was not something Teresa Lisbon worked well with.

Patrick looked at her with such a sincere look in his blue eyes, "I'm going to talk to Ray's doctor," she nodded.

Just as he got up, he saw another figure stepping around a corner and making their way towards Lisbon's hospital room. The one thing that gave him a funny feeling was that this man was not in a decent mood. In other words, Patrick Jane was in danger of getting punched in the nose. At least he was in a hospital.

The man opened the door, the sudden intrusion caused Lisbon to turn and set her gaze upon this man. Her gaze softened after a few short moments, "Peter," she said softly.

"Tess, what happened?" he demanded taking a step closer into the room completely ignoring Patrick, "Matt's dead okay, what the hell happened?" Patrick stepped back closer towards the wall.

"Red John," she said softly.

"Red who?" Peter raised an eyebrow, "Tess, who the hell is Red John?"

Patrick stepped away from the wall and made his way over to this 'Peter guy' and clasped his hands together behind his back, "Red John is a serial killer," Peter turned towards the consultant, "He killed Matt and his family for personal reasons."

Peter glared at him, "Who are you?"

"He's Patrick Jane, my consultant," that's when Lisbon decided to introduce him, "Jane, this is Peter, my brother," that explained everything.

Patrick stepped towards Peter and outstretched his hand as if he were to shake the younger Lisbon's, "Pleasure," his bright smile he attempted to place on his face faded when Peter did not take it, instead her brother turned back towards her, eyeing her belly.

"You're pregnant," it was a statement, not a question, "How could you, Tess?"

She hesitantly placed a hand on her belly, "Peter-."

"Do I know the father?" Patrick then got a sense that if Peter Lisbon knew he was the father to his sister's child, it would definitely warrant for a broken nose, he was not too keen on that. Hesitantly he backed up to be sure not to attract any attention to himself.

"You can say that," she nodded, "He's behind you."

Peter whirled around and eyed Patrick, anger now definitely evident in his eyes, "You son of a," he moved towards Patrick faster than he thought would be possible and found himself being pressed up against the wall, "How dare you touch my sister!"

"Be calm, calm," Patrick did not know how to smooth talk himself out of this, he just hoped that Peter would stop once he realized his sister was telling him to stop, "Calm," he repeated once more.

Suddenly the door opened and a nurse in pink scrubs ran into the room, astounded by the scene in front of her, "What's going on in here?" she turned to Peter, "Sir, I must ask you to leave!" she had seen Patrick around and knew how much he cared for Lisbon, but this other man, she did not recognize.

"Peter! Stop now!" Lisbon yelled one final time before her brother let Patrick go from his clutches. Peter continued to look venomously towards Patrick as the consultant rubbed his hands lightly over his chest, in slight pain. As he was looking down, he then felt a fist connect with his nose; his head went back and hit the wall with a loud smacking sound. He brought his hand up and clutched his nose, now bleeding profusely now. Some was now dripping into his mouth, he squinted his eyes shut as the metallic taste entered his senses.

He opened his eyes to see Peter being taken out of the room by security and the same nurse who was in earlier placing her hand on his shoulder and moving him towards the uncomfortable chair he had woken up in earlier. He sat down still clutching his throbbing nose.

"Mr. Jane, you need to move your hand," the nurse told him, now clutching a generous amount of gauze, "You're bleeding all over the floor."

He looked down, truth to be told, he was, then he looked up at Lisbon, her eyes filled with concern as they looked out of the room as her brother was being led down the hospital corridor willingly. She then turned back to him as the nurse tended to his nose.

"Is it broken?"

The nurse shook her head, "Doubt it, probably just bruised."

Patrick turned to look towards Lisbon, he was now clutching gauze to his own nose as the nurse got up to get more, "Dammit woman, why did you have to tell your brother that now?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "He should know, especially in a situation like this."

"I beg to differ."