Okay, so I felt immensely guilty after the last two chapters. Here I promised a nice, carefree, fluffy story, and look what happened! I killed it. Apparently, I fail at fluffy chapters. I'm so mean to Lisbon. Sigh. I decided you all deserved another chapter to rest your weary minds. This one made me tear up! I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. We'll find out about Lisbon's attacker in the next chapter. I didn't want to interrupt the flow of this one! Be thankful for the Georgia rain! It allowed me to write three chapters in one day…holy cow!

"She's still on the farm," Ma said with a pained expression. "We used to butcher a lot of our own meat, before we decided to shut down that part of the business. There is an old structure about half a mile away from the bunk house."

Jane took off out the door. Shaking his head, Cho grabbed the keys off the counter and asked Ma to call an ambulance. Jane prayed they would not be too late as he shot down the dirt road, gravel spraying. Cho cursed as he fumbled with the key as Jane sped off. He prayed the consultant wouldn't do anything stupid. Lisbon would never forgive him if Jane managed to get himself hurt, or even worse killed. Finally, they took off after Jane, passing the astonished guests who had stepped out of dinner to see what all the commotion was about.

Jane parked the truck a ways from the dilapidated structure, not wanting to announce his presence. Softly shutting the door, he wished for once that he had a gun or at least a weapon of some sorts. Silently, he walked to the door, avoiding any large sticks that might crack. He let out a breath as he pushed the door open, stepping into the darkness inside.

Cho parked behind Jane's truck, relieved that the consultant appeared to have his wits about him. Signaling the others, they crept toward the building. Rigsby and Van Pelt headed towards the rear to secure the perimeter while Cho followed Jane. Weapon drawn, he quietly passed through the open doorway. He paused as he heard a loud thud and a shout from the rear.

"We've got him!" Rigsby yelled, as he handcuffed the man they had just tackled. Van Pelt kept her gun trained on him, glaring at the burly man.

Inside, Jane heard the commotion and knew it was safe to move quickly. He threw open several smaller doors that lay off of the main room. No sign of her. Turning around, he caught sight of a metal door along the next wall. Running around the rusty machinery, he threw open the door and let out a shaky breath. Running to her side, he was careful to avoid jostling her as he inventoried her injuries. He knew from the video that her shoulder was more than likely dislocated. Her head was turned into the wall, and he could see the swelling around her right eye. Ripping off his shirt, he pressed it to her stomach as she let out a small moan.

"Hurts," she whispered as her eyes fluttered open.

"Stay with me, love. You're safe now." He looked over his shoulder as Cho burst into the room. Surveying the situation, he located a key on the floor. The perp had probably dropped it when he fell after Lisbon's well-aimed kick. Lisbon gasped as her hands were freed, eyes glazed in pain. Jane lifted the blood-soaked shirt, evaluating the wound. Surprisingly, it wasn't that deep. The man obviously wanted her to remain alive. Thankful, he replaced the shirt, careful not to touch her arms that now rested beside her. He felt her shift, and he looked at her concerned. Wordlessly, Cho took his place, as she slid down onto the floor while Jane placed her head in his lap, stroking her hair.

"My butt's numb," she wheezed, and Jane flashed a sad smile. Even seriously injured, she could still make him smile. Then men looked up, as the paramedics arrived. They made pretty decent time considering the remote location. Cho nodded to Jane as he stood up and headed outside to deal with the suspect.

Jane held Lisbon's hand as the paramedics carefully transferred her onto a stretcher. Carrying her to the waiting ambulance, Jane wiped his eyes with his free hand. He hadn't even noticed he was crying. No one protested when he climbed in after her, his eyes taking in her every breath. On the ride to the nearest hospital, he felt her tighten her grip on his hand as the paramedics stabilized her.

"Kiss me, Patrick," she said softly. Leaning over, he pressed his lips gently to hers, smiling when he felt her sigh.

"I thought I'd lost you," he stated, rubbing his thumb over her hand.

"Me too," she quietly answered as she closed her eyes. He was relieved when they finally arrived at the hospital.

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She didn't even need surgery, the doctor told Jane after her initial examination. The knife had missed all the major organs, and would just need stitches. Her ribs were severely bruised, and her shoulder was definitely dislocated. Those injuries alone would keep her still while she recovered. He warned Jane that she would definitely be hurting, and she would need to stay the night for observation, especially with her concussion. They would see how she was doing in the morning, before they would make any decisions about an extended stay. He thanked the doctor, and returned to her private room, not wanting her out of his sight for any period of time.

She smiled at him woozily as he entered. The morphine had definitely kicked in. Pulling a chair up beside her bed, he stopped and eyed her with concern as she frowned. She patted the bed beside her.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said looking into her eyes.

"You won't," she whispered. "Just hold me."

Softly sitting on the bed, she managed to scoot forward for him to slide behind her. Cradling her against his chest, he caressed her arm humming softly as she fell into a peaceful slumber. Only then, did he allow the silent tears to fall, washing away the pain of the last day. He drifted off to sleep holding the woman he loved safe in his arms.