This is the longest chapter so far!!! YAYYY for longer chapter... don't expect me to keep it up though, sorry.

In honor of the number 13, I have made this chapter a bit creepy at the end. But don't worry! There must be sad before there can be happy (which is on it's way)

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Rigsby

What do I do now? She's lost it and I don't know what to do- maybe I should call VanPelt and she could help me out. I know that if I say something it will probably just make it worse, so I best not say anything… but what if she gets even more upset from me not talking. Oh women are so confusing sometimes.

"I…uh…I don't think Jane meant what he said…you know…before," Ah! That was horrible, she's probably thinking more about her mother. This sucks!

Lisbon didn't look up, "It doesn't matter. I know you're trying to help and I appreciate that, Rigsby. I just need…to be left alone."

That makes sense, she like being alone a lot. Maybe I should offer her a ride back to… no…I remember what happened last time I offered a ride. That's ok; if she says that she wants a ride home I'll do exactly what I did last time. I will play cool and make sure she gets inside the house before leaving and I'll wish her a good night. VanPelt thought it was gentleman-like, it should work for Lisbon. She's still a girl.

Lisbon

"Do you want a ride home?" of course he would ask that. I don't want to get in a wreck though…on second thought…

"Sure, why not…" just make him happy and maybe he'll think he did something to help me and leave me the hell alone for the rest of the week.

The drive was quiet apart from me giving him directions. I didn't feel like talking and I know he didn't know what to say if I did. I hate this- it makes me feel weak. I don't need anyone to drive me home, I could tackle a man Rigsby's size and cuff him before he could register what hit him. I'm strong; I don't need anyone's help.

I noticed he didn't drive off until I closed my front door. How cute, he still follows the rules his mommy set out for him.

I need a shower, lunch, and that movie that I like. I'll deal with Minelli's ranting later.

Jane

"Come on, Jane. What do you expect her to do? She has been trying her best to make you happy and you turn on her from something she can't control? What in the hell is wrong with you?!"

I'm not listening, not listening at all. But he's still talking, "She needs you. You've never seen her face in the morning when you walk in. You don't see the way she looks at you when she doesn't know anyone else is watching. I may not be the most romantic guy in the world, but even I can see what you're doing."

Is he pausing for dramatic effect or does he expect me to say something? "You're playing with her head. You're making her fall for you because you think it's funny. Every tiny little thing you do that you know she adores is all a joke to you. No one is laughing Jane."

I've never been so happy to hear that blasted contraption sound its high-pitched ring as I do now. He rolls his eyes before answering his phone, "What?" he sounds pissed to be interrupted, but there's nothing he can do about that now is there?

"Ok, thanks man." He closed his phone and returned his attention back to accusing me of having a little fun. Lisbon knew that I didn't honestly care about her; I just thought it would be amusing to charm yet another woman. But this was different. Lisbon and I had an unspoken mutual agreement that I wouldn't take it too far and she wouldn't take my flirting seriously. But that day in the hospital might have been overdone. She's no queen and she doesn't exactly fit the profile for loyal pawn either.

"Look," he started, "mess with her all you want. But when you're conscience get a hold of you, don't ask for forgiveness. We won't accept it."

Wait…No…Lisbon is different. She knows…doesn't she? She has too…

Is she the Queen? I don't really know. I...but, what about my wife- where does she fit in? I forgot what love feels like, is it what I have with Lisbon? Or is it just a one-sided thing? Am I lying to myself, or did I mean what I said in the hos…

My mind ventured back to something she said before:

Nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around…

Those were her exact words, but I know I've heard them somewhere else. It has to be a song. But where does it come from?

Lisbon

"Look, I tried not to, but…it just looked SO lonely all alone in my kitchen counter." Who am I talking to again? OH YEAH!!!! I'm the only one here, that's funny. Oh goodness, where did I put that bottle? Ugh, now I have to go get more from Mrs. Livingston. I'll just look for the Jack Daniel's after.

Her apartment is too far away! But…I want the yummy pills. "MRS. LIVINGSTON! Don't worry- I'm off duty today…"

Where is that damn woman! I come all the way to her front door and she takes FOREVER to get here. She opens the door slowly to make sure I wasn't lying, "What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering if you had any more of that stuff I found last time," her eyes lit up.

"It's gonna cost ya…"

I handed her a $50 and she opened the door wider to let me in, "Here," she said handing me a prescription bottle, "but you promise you won't arrest me again right?"

"Sure, yeah…whatever…hey I like your Christmas tree, but isn't it like…September?"

"Oh I never take it down, I looks good in my living room- now the f*** out of my house, missy!"

There's another person to kick me out! I hate all of the people who do that to me…there such assholes. "I hate you too, Livingston!"

Jane

She's so drunk she doesn't even notice me slip though her front door and file through her den before she gets back from the old pill-popper Christmas lady. Maybe she really did think I was serious. But…I wasn't…I…no, I don't love her.

3 discarded beer bottles, her off duty weapon that she (thankfully) hasn't bothered with…yet…and the same messy room I was in a few weeks ago. And I thought she might have been a decent person, but I guess not. Lisbon was just some drunken federal agent who hates her life…

Oh my God…it can't be…

3rd Person

Jane stood blankly staring at a bloody knife on her kitchen floor. He missed something. He didn't take the time to notice a bandage covering her left arm that was soaked all the way through before he came in. She tried…she tried for him to make it go away. She didn't want to be his pain, she wanted to be his friend.

Review and don't fret, Lisbon didn't cut her arm off. I'm not that dramtic...answers will be given tomorrow!! Thanks and have a good day everyone!