AN: Thank you all so much for your support with this fic! It may seem a little OOC for Lisbon in this chap, but Im going off what she said in Crimson Hat in the church scene so, hopefully it works with her character then. Thanks! Here goes…
Lisbon woke up on the Saturday morning, the morning after her accident, still clutching the mascara-stained pillow she had fallen asleep clutching the night before.
Pulling herself from the dent she'd made on the bed, she picked her mobile up from the night-stand to see a text from Cho.
"Weekend and Monday off. Told Wainwright you're sick. Rigs and I handled the case reports. Take it easy boss."
Usually Lisbon would despise someone taking control of her work like that, but she knew that the time off was much needed. Lorry had submitted the forms saying that Lisbon was good to work, and if she turned up in her current state, she would most definitely be assigned a new shrink.
She put the phone back down on the nightstand and dragged herself to the bathroom. She met her own gaze in her reflection with shame, seeing her puffy, dry eyes surrounded by smudged mascara. She hardly recognised herself. She hadn't been this worried about someone else's wellbeing since she went on senior camp, leaving her brothers alone with her father. Jane was clearly having some kind of mental break, burning the Red John files and leaving like that. She couldn't imagine where he was now, what he was doing, what he was thinking, and that's what scared her most.
After a long shower in a failed attempt to feel refreshed, Lisbon spent the day lazing around. She picked up her phone a few times but didn't end up calling anyone. Not until she decided to go against her better mind's advice, and open the tequila she kept for special occasions.
She did a few shots, hoping they would help her stop worrying - but knowing it was a bad idea all along. Finally, at about 9pm, she was intoxicated enough to let her guard down completely, and called Jane's number.
She wasn't surprised when it went straight to voicemail, and, doubting he'd even check it, she left him one anyway.
"Jane, please, please just call me - just text me. Something - I need to know you're okay. This is LIsbon. Bye."
She called again.
"Jane it's me. Please just let me know if you're okay. I need to know you're okay. Okay? This is Lisbon."
And again.
"Patrickk Jane. Jane. You just.." she started to cry. "Okay don't tell me if you're okay I just need you to talk to someone? Please? Get help. Its Lisbon. Bye."
She kept drinking, kept crying and got more and more irrational as her lack of sleep, her worry, and the alcohol got to her. She left one more message.
"Jane, please I'm begging you, get help. If not from me, from a professional - you're gonna be okay I just need you to be"
and she hung up, dropping the phone as suddenly, though her vision blurred, she jumped up and ran to the toilet. After holding her own hair back and emptying the very little she had in her stomach, Lisbon had stopped crying and sat against the bathroom wall.
"This is pathetic." she said to herself. But no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how much she wanted to be annoyed at Jane, she couldn't help but worry about him. She was a little embarrassed thinking about how he'd react to hearing her messages, but shrugged it off, knowing he probably wouldn't go through them anyway.
After a while of just sitting there, staring at nothing, she picked herself up and carried herself to bed. What a great Saturday.
AN: Sorry not much happened in this chapter, hopefully time will pass a little faster soon :) Thanks for reading :)