Pressing his nose against the window, Jane stared at his beautiful daughter. She was a surprisingly large, healthy, alert little girl. If he didn't know better he'd swear she was staring back at him with a knowing smile. Like she already knew who the sucker was in the family and it certainly wasn't momma. They both knew she was right.
If the stranglehold she had on his heart in the first five seconds was any indication, Sofie Davina Jane was major trouble on two chubby legs and she couldn't even walk. Look out world, little Davina Jane was coming. With all of her mother's strengths and her father's cunning. He couldn't wait to see the havoc she caused. It would be a sight to behold. Jane laughed out loud at the thought his offspring was aptly named. She would have more than her fair share of wisdom and she was already his beloved, almost as much as her mother.
Looking at his daughter smiling at him, Jane laughed again. His Davina had the greenest eyes he'd ever seen along with her mother's dark hair and Lisbon's stubborn ways. No doubt the freckles were on their way as well. The joke was on him. There was no denying his baby Jane had morphed into a baby Lisbon somewhere along the way. It didn't get any better than that. She was a "mini T" as the Brothers Idiot would say. Not that he'd expected any different. Those feelings he didn't have had never lied.
Watching his daughter's eyelids flutter closed, Jane stood by the window until she fell asleep. Waving to the cute little redheaded nurse he'd gotten to know better than his wife would like over the past few hours, Jane turned to walk down the hall towards the waiting room. He was grateful the team had given him the precious few minutes he'd spent alone with his daughter. He'd needed the moments to remind himself why they'd gone through this hell and that, yes, it was indeed worth it.
Speaking of the team, they were as taken with Davina as he was. He didn't need to worry about a thing. They each had plans for his daughter. They would ensure she was a classics reading, sports playing, tomboy girlie-girl diva before she was two. Jane was looking forward to every second. Lisbon might not be anticipating those moments; but, he most certainly was. What were little girls for if not to spoil?
Speaking of his wife, Lisbon had yet to meet her daughter. Jane had yet to even see his wife since she'd been swept between those hated swinging doors before he'd even gotten word of the attack. He'd been doing the last of the paperwork on the op when the call came through. Special arrangements had been made to fly him out and he'd been at the hospital in a couple of hours. She'd still been in surgery when he arrived. She still was as far as he knew. Or maybe she was in Recovery.
Shaking his head, Jane made his way into the waiting room filled with the team and the Lisbon clan. Hightower had stayed quite a while. She'd only left a little while ago when the latest reassurances came that her Senior Agent was holding her own. She'd promised to return when the necessary business was resolved. Jane had no doubts she'd do just that.
Minelli was in and out as were the majority of their co-workers from the CBI. Lisbon was well respected and well-liked in spite of the requisite trash talking coming with the territory of being a highly competent, young, attractive female Senior Agent at the CBI. Not to mention the trash talking of a different kind that came with being involved with him. Lisbon handled both with surprising ease. She was perfectly happy as Mrs. Patrick Jane thank you very much. Even Cho had finally gotten that through his pointed little head.
Jane looked up as the familiar brown haired nurse entered the waiting room yet again. Standing up, he walked across the room to stand by her side. Shaking his head, Jane motioned to her brothers. The nurse hid her surprise well betraying nothing on her face. She'd probably seen it all in her years as an ICU nurse. Walking across the room, Jane came to stand in front of James.
"She's awake. I've made arrangements for the three of you to go first." He said.
"She'll want you." James stated what they all knew was true.
"She'll have me, James; but, she needs to know her family is here, too. That we're all here for her without any bickering, finger pointing, and blame. The past is over and what's done is done. It's time to move forward." Jane reminded him.
"Can you do that?" James asked honestly.
Neither he, nor Pete and Tommy, understood the whole Red John situation fully. They knew the basic facts; but, that was about it. However, they were all bright enough to know it had been a big part of their sister's relationship with Jane. Not the foundation, but the catalyst bringing them together in the first place. Bennett, that lunatic forensics creep, had done the rest.
James wondered briefly how they'd fare now that their very real bogeyman was gone. On second thought, he wasn't worried. They loved each other and they had a child together. That should be enough. It was certainly enough for T, and by all appearances, it was more than enough for Jane.
"What do you think? They've been avenged and he's paid for his sins. The past is laid to rest. As for the present and the future, I've got your sister and Davina. That should be enough for any man. I'm not talking about this anymore. Go see Lisbon so I can." Jane's tone brooked no refusal.
Walking across the room, Jane disengaged with the Lisbon brothers. They could get over the meaningless niceties and accept his magnanimous gesture or he'd go in their stead. His body language silently conveyed his impatience to everyone in the room. Jane was pleased to watch the brothers suddenly file out of the room after the attractive brown haired nurse. He'd bide his time until they completed their hand full of minutes with their sister. Then he'd have time of his own.
Jane decided he'd have to see that the team got in to see Lisbon as well. Then there was Minelli and Hightower in as soon as they returned. It was the least he could do even if he had to hypnotize the staff to sneak them all in. Lisbon would never know. Besides, it wasn't like he was the only one who cared. Or these people weren't major players in their lives. That they weren't at the least friends, and truthfully, a whole lot more. He'd just be glad when all of this was over. When they were home living their surprisingly normal lives, just the three of them.