A little later that day, as the Doctor was still trying to read the minds of Vanpelt and Cho, Lisbon had headed back to her office, and Jane had followed.
"You asked to see me?" He asked, sticking his head into her office.
"Oh yeah.. Just curious... Before Hightower called, before all this happened, what were you going to ask me?"
"Oh.. Uh... Oh yes… well, I was wondering, seeing as now we have hit a brick wall on the case, would you like to come out for coffee with me?" Jane asked nervously.
Lisbon was in a state of shock. Had Patrick Jane just asked her out... On a date? No way.
"Why?"
"Ah, you know… we hve nothing better to do. You don't have to come…"
"Nah, I'll come."
After convincing Lisbon it was only right for him to drive, Jane took her to a beautiful cafe on the edge of a pier, over looking the ocean.
Once they were sitting down, Jane noticed Lisbon's gaze drifting over the horizon.
"I thought you'd like it, it reminds you of your early childhood yes? The good parts I mean."
"Huh?" seeing as she had just broken out of her trance on the ocean, it took a while for her brain to process what Jane had said, "Ah... Yeah, I s'pose. Mum used to take me to the beach every Sunday... Before the accident."
Jane immediately regretted bringing up her childhood.
"What would you like my dear?" he asked, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Oh ummm," she looked through the menu, "just a regular flat white thanks. So Jane... What's this all about?"
"its a nice day, we have nothing better to do, and this place has great tea."
Jane got up and excused himself as he went up to order their drinks, leaving Lisbon to her thoughts.
Why had Jane felt the need to ask her out? There must have been another reason... The case... No, it couldn't be to hypnotise her, she wasn't one of the ones who had lost their memories, speaking of which, how could they have been drugged? There was no way her agents would allow themselves to be drugged...
Jane returned, and, reading her expression, knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Lisbon, I have something to tell you... About the case... About, the Doctor and Tyler."
"Yes? What?"
Suddenly, without warning, there were gunshots all around, the first bullet causing Lisbon to go straight for her gun, and drawing it, she yelled, "CBI! Drop the weapon!" but she couldn't even see the shooter, only a crowd of café-goers running around in panic. She was waving her gun around aiming it at everything. There was an suspensful silence, then people began to get up from the ground they had jumped to and hurry off to their cars whilst on their mobiles. Jane slowly rose, and his heart was pumping incredibly fast as Lisbon slowly lowered her weapon into it's holster.
"Let's get out of here." she suggested, turning towards the carpark.
BAM!
Lisbon fell to the ground, clutching her side, and Jane was immediately crouching beside her. Her vision was getting blurred. She rolled onto her back, holding pressure on the bullet-wound in her side. She was bleeding. Bleeding bad.
"Jane," her voice croaked between gasps, "call the paramedics, now."
Jane snapped back into reality and grabbed his phone out, dialling 911.
Lisbon could only just see a blurred Jane kneeling by her, and hear his muffled voice yelling at the person on the other side of the phone. Her eyelids were getting heavier, and she could feel her breaths getting fainter, then, everything went black.
Ring ring… Ring ring….
Grace excused herself from the Doctor's lecture on memory loss to answer her mobile. "Vanpelt."
"Is this agent Grace Van Pelt of the California Bureau of Investigatioin?" said a female voice on the other end of the line.
"Yes, er... Who's this?"
"I am from administration of California State hospital. You are listed on Ms. Lisbon's admission form as next of kin. I must inform you that your colleague agent Lisbon is in intensive care and your consultant, Mr. Patrick Jane is with her. Please come as soon as possible."
"Yes ma' m."
After quickly explaining to Cho, Rigsby, the Doctor and Rose what had been said, they drove to the hospital.
Lisbon. Teresa Lisbon, unconscious in a hospital bed. Jane never thought he would see the day. She had been taken out of intensive care, and was in one of the general wards. They had taken the tubes out of her, apart from the drip. They said she'd have to stay for observation for about 3 days.
"Patrick?" The Doctor asked as he came into the room, "how is she?" and before could respond, he took out a small metal pole with a blue light on the end and held it up to Lisbon's head, then flicked it, and stood back and smiled at Jane.
"What was that?" Jane asked, "that thing you have behind your back."
"I can't believe I didn't see this before! It's so... Human! Oh how absolutely romantically brilliant!" the Doctor said exitedly, his gaze shifting from Jane to Lisbon and back again, "You love her!"
"What?" Jane asked, feeling slightly frusterated with the Doctor.
"Ah! Denial... A common human trait... Humans! You... I mean we... Really are brilliant!"
"What? I'm not in denial. We're friends, that's all."
"Whatever." the Doctor said, pacing the room, and then he seemed to remember Janes question from earlier. "Oh yes, the sonic," he started, pulling it out to look at it, then giving it a smile, "Uh, well, Right. There's something I must tell you about Rose Tyler and myself..."
"Jane?" a croaky voice from the bed interrupted, " Jane? What happened?"
"Lisbon, thank God."
Lisbon tried to sit up in her bed, but collapsed back down due to a sharp pain in her side.
"At the cafe... There was a shooter, and he, well... Shot you." Jane said, staring at his boss like he hadn't seen her for a lifetime.
