New chapter yay! Guess what I'm going to wake up Jane in this one cause, well hasn't the poor guy been sleep long enough? He has only taken 2 shots to the chest it's time that he open his eyes. Okay on the chapter.

Chapter 10: Coming Undone

"Freeze CBI!" Lisbon shouted at the gunmen but he didn't listen, he shot her. Patrick Jane couldn't believe what was happening, someone had shot her, and he'd never get to tell her. She'd never know how he felt…..

"Lisbon…" Patrick groaned.

Alex Jane had run out of things that he could say to an unconscious Jane hours ago. He had no idea what was taking Lisbon and Amy so long but when he heard that sweet word escape his son's lips he hadn't been so thrilled and scared in his entire life.

"Son, are you waking up?" It's dad, can you hear me?" Alex asked getting closer to the bed.

"Lisbon don't leave me." He gasped not opening his eyes.

Alex could tell that his son was distraught and the sooner Lisbon got there the better. He went outside to tell the doctor that he was waking up and to call a certain detective and tell her to get her ass back down there.

*FR*

"What do you mean it was Red John's car?" Lisbon asked.

"It was his car, the one he drives. I just I can't talk about this anymore, they are reasons that we don't discuss it. I was being stupid. I was obsessing over something trivial and stupid. Come on we can just get the pajamas and let's go."

"Do you know about the list, about how he is obsessing? Lorelei Martins told him that he was just like Red John that he had shaken his hand, are you telling me that you know for a fact this is true?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. He knows, and when it comes to him he'll make the decision on what he wants to do with that information not me. He's blocking it, he's blocking so much and I have to be there when it blows up in his face. You have no idea what it's going to do to him. The reality of it all destroyed his life and he ended up in an asylum. None of that was my choice though."

"Whose choice was it? Was it Alex's? You know that I care about him right, I mean really care. I'm not doing this because of my job I'm doing it because I love him Amy and I want to be there for him."

Amy smiled at those words. Teresa Lisbon was a woman worthy of her father. She would take care of him and see him through the darkness, it didn't matter that he didn't remember her. She knew that Lisbon would keep him safe. Oh you're sweet, come on we better get back." She cut of the light and left a dumbfounded Lisbon standing there.

*FR*

He heard the footsteps but he continued to pretend to be asleep. Everything was muggled and they told him lies, just lies that all. He knew what had happened. He could remember it just like he'd been there because he had been there. They went to get her stupid ice cream and he shot her. He wasn't confused; if he hadn't got her too she would've been there to be with him. There were only a few people who could keep him calm in this type of situations. One was dead, one wouldn't show their face around here, and the other was Lisbon. He felt tired and he hurt a lot. The footsteps stopped and he felt someone take his hand. He squeezed hard and opened his eyes.

"Hey." The visitor stated.

"You came." Jane sighed.

"I'm always here when you need me."

Flashback

He didn't really know what to expect when he came to the house that night. He had gotten a frantic call from Patrick and he told him to get over to the house that something had happened. He still wasn't prepared for what he saw when he got there.

There was so much blood, it was all over the bed, and there were two bodies in it. One was Angela, he could tell her beautiful face anywhere. Only it wasn't so beautiful anymore, her face was a ghostly white, and her eyes had been frozen open with the fright of death. The second body though, on sight of the second body he thought that he'd puke. It was little Charlotte Jane. Her hair that was once golden like her father's was now a mattered bloody pink. He had warned him, he had told him not to go on TV with his latest read of someone. He never listened though, Patrick Jane never listened to him, and he didn't like him much. They were closer when they were younger, and still till this day whenever he needed him he came. That was what he was there for. Cleaning up Patrick Jane's messes and comforting him.

He quickly surveyed the room to see if he could even find Patrick and the sight of him broke his heart. The once so vibrant and jovial Patrick Jane now sat in a corner of the room clutching a knife in his hand.

"Give me the knife Paddy." He said quietly trying not to jostle him.

"I….it was on the bed, it was still in her. I didn't want that in my little girl no more." He stammered.

He noticed that something was a bit off about him, his eyes couldn't focus on him even though he was looking right at him, and something about his speech.

"Was he still here when you came?" he asked Patrick.

"I came in and there's this note and I was coming but I slipped, there was just so much blood.

He turned to look directly in front of him and he saw that there was a puddle of blood by the bed that he must have slipped in. He touched the back of his head and felt that there was a bump forming. He probably had a concussion of some kind he would have to get him checked out at the hospital. Although he didn't want to look at the bodies on the bed he composed himself and took one last look. There were only two bodies. He glanced around the room and there it was again only two where they should've been three.

"Where's Amy?" he asked.

"I should've listened to what you said. I was showing off, she always talked about showing off. She was mad again this morning; I should've stayed with her and Charlotte. We could have went to the park and been a family. I'll never hold my little girl again."

"Where's Amy?" he asked again.

"Who's Amy?" Patrick replied.

He didn't know then but that would be the last coherent thing that he said for the next three months.

Now

He was pulled from his thoughts when the grip on his hand intensified.

"What is it Paddy?" he asked concerned.

"I don't know where Lisbon is. They keep telling me that she's fine but she can't be because she's not here. I remember that the guy had a gun and he shot me but he was still there and he knew that we were together." He panicked.

"Calm down, Alex said that she and Amy went to the house to get your comfy pajamas."

"They let Amy go to the house!" he shot up in the bed but then he stopped and mad a face.

"What's that face?"

"Nothing, I just all of a sudden realized how tired I am." Patrick groaned lying back down in the bed.

"You just try and relax, and I'll see if I can find this Lisbon.

*FR*

The ride back to the hospital had been quiet. She had questions but she didn't want to make Amy upset. They had called them and told them that Jane was awake. She was thrilled until she got a text about Jordan Matheson being on his way. She also wanted to know who the hell this Jordan was? Being around Jane had taught her a lot and she could tell that Amy felt deeply for this man. The emotions of her face danced from excitement to pure fear.

"So Jordan is coming?" she asked.

"He'll probably beat us there. It will be a good thing; he and Paddy haven't seen each other for so long. If he's awake it'll be a good thing that he's there."

"Who is Jordan Matheson exactly?" Lisbon asked.

Amy couldn't believe that he hadn't shared anything with her about Jordan. This was going to be fun.

*FR*

Patrick had quickly calmed himself before he could let out the scream that had startled him awake. The medicine they had him on was making him very loopy. He knew that his chest hurt really badly, and there was something horrible going on with his back. He didn't know how long he had been asleep but he knew that Jordan had left to go and see if he could find Lisbon. Or at least that's the lie he was telling him. He didn't like being in a hospital because they brought up so many bad memories that he would like to forget and then there was the whole big thing of the dreams. In hospitals they gave you the best drugs and with drugs came sleep and with sleep came horrible dreams that he didn't miss not having. Dreams of smiley faces and knives, and treehouses and pokey dot dresses, pokey dot dresses? Where did that memory come from?

He heard the door open once more and he tried his best to regulate his breathing. He wanted it to appear that he was still sleeping because he didn't have time to deal with another doctor or Alex for that matter. He could feel the person getting closer and he tried to concentrate.

"Well if you're sleeping I guess I could go and get something to eat." Teresa stated sliding her hand into his.

Teresa watched the emotions dance over his face and she realized that Alex Jane wasn't lying. Patrick has truly thought something happened to her; didn't he realize that he was the one that was shot, and all because of her? She just hoped that he'd forgive her. Now he was looking at her, those blue-green eyes were staring back at her and before she could stop it she was crying again.

"So, how's your weekend going?" he replied from the bed.

Jane knew how to get her because first she was crying, but with that one sentence she smiled and dried her tears.

"Well you took your precious time waking up. I've been hanging around here a lot you know. I went down to your house and got your pajamas. The blue ones so you'd be comfortable."

He was happy that she'd done that for him that was so considerate of her. He also noticed that she was giving him this weird look. She was looking at him, but it was different, there was something different about the way she was looking at him. Then he remembered something, something she said right after he was shot, and what he said as his reply.

"Do you remember right after you got shot? I told you I loved you, and you said it back, did you mean it?" she asked.

He looked deep into her eyes and saw that she desperately needed him to reply back. He wanted to tell her again that of course he loved her, and had been waiting for her to come back just so that he could tell her that but he had bigger problems now. Huge problems, it didn't matter though he knew what she needed and he would not take it back this time around.

"I can't feel my legs." He said instead.

Lisbon was expecting that for the first time he wouldn't take it back, but what came out of her mouth shocked her and she knew that he was worried about that fact but she could see in his eyes that he just wanted to know if she could deal with it. She took his hand and kissed it.

"We'll get through this together." She smiled.

He smiled back and pulled her closer to him and just as there lips were about to meet…..

"I've been looking all around and I can't find dad to get Lisbon's number." His visitor from earlier stated stepping into the room, he paused when he noticed that little beauty was staring at him with the absolute look of shock on her face.

Teresa Lisbon had been waiting for Jordan Matheson to arrive and since she knew this wasn't his doctor from earlier she knew that this had to be him. It was just he was so not what she expected. He was, well he was Jane! Right down to a matching three piece suit. He was wearing a Charcoal suit, but unlike her Jane, he was wearing a nice red shirt under his vest, and oh my god he had a tie. Jane never wore a tie! He was his duplicate, but he wore a nice pair of black rimmed glasses, that instead of giving him the look of a nerd he was absolutely gorgeous. They fit on his face, she looked to her Jane who was lying in the bed and back at the one frozen in his spot by the bed.

"Dear god, you're multiplying." She groaned.

"Oh Lisbon meet Jordan my twin brother." Patrick gestured toward his duplicate at the door.

"Nice to meet you." Said duplicate shrugged.

A/N: Yay the next chapter finally! I've always wanted to make Patrick a twin. Just seems like there should be two of him right? I gave his twin those damn glasses Simon Baker is always wearing. I didn't like them but they are growing on me and since Jane is never going to get them, even though he clearly has glasses face, I thought I would give them to Jordan. First off this story is just getting started so I hope you're ready, secondly no Patrick Jane is not Red John so don't even think that, but this story will end with the death or at least the severe energy of one Red John so yup I'm going to let you finally know who he is in my story. Finally I think this chapter was a little better than the last but still sucked. I will be getting the next chapter out a lot quicker than this one. So thanks and don't forget to comment. Oh if you are wondering what is up with the *FR* it's from the original name of this story which I figured out was too revealing and I surely couldn't call it that. So yea that's what they stand for. Well I hope you are still enjoying it thanks to all my commenters if I haven't replied to you then I'm sorry and I will try and do that I appreciate every last one of you and the followers wow I'm glad you like it so much.