Ok, so here is the new chapter. Like I have been warning and saying previously this chapter will be quite dark as we take this story to new territory.
I didn't want to do the normal bad killer role/plot for Doctor Miller. She is a highly intelligent, very deluded, obsessive Psychiatrist who thinks differently to a knife welding kidnapping serial killer, so her methods are totally different.
I promise you that this chapter will be the darkest this story will get so don't panic, if you read this and get to the end, you have made it through the worse. Unlike CBS, I can make my TM story a little more dangerous. This story is a work in progress so it's taking me longer to update chapters but I thank you for all the reviews, I am overwhelmed by people reading and the support.
I hope you enjoy this chapter despite the darker undertone to it. This story is M Rated.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentlist.
Four months later...
Abbott quietly leaned against the corridor wall of Austin General Hospital whilst Cho sat motionless on a plastic visitors chair alongside him. The busy hospital life continued bustling all around them as they waited anxiously on more news on their friend and colleague.
The sound of the door opposite opening brought both Agents out of their quiet daze. They were greeted by a nurse and doctor in serious discussion as they exited the treatment room.
"...Her blood pressure is very high. It's concerning. Especially in her current condition, so I want that lowered before we clear her. Do a fifteen-minute observation on Agent Lisbon for the next hour. We will see how it is then..."
"Yes, doctor." The nurse nodded towards the Doctor then smiled warmly over at the two worried Agents behind her, making her way back down to the nurses station.
"How is she?" Abbott stepped forward to where the doctor was stood.
"Well, thankfully there's no physical damage, but her blood pressure is very high. Though under the circumstances, that's understandable. We will monitor her for now, make sure she is okay. Is her husband or family on their way? She is very distressed at the moment, and she needs someone here for support."
"Yes, her husband is on his way, but me and Agent Cho are friends so we will stay with her until he arrives."
"Okay, good. You may go in and see her now, but she needs her bed rest. I will pop back in a little while see how she is doing. If her blood pressure lowers and it remains stable, then she will be free to leave."
"And her son?" Abbott asked with obvious fear lacing his tone. He looked back down the busy corridor towards the ER unit doors.
"I will try to find out. Agent Lisbon has been asking, too, and I said I would go get an immediate update for her."
"Thank you, doctor. " Abbott gave a small nod to the doctor as Cho stepped towards the treatment room door.
"Agents, you do know that's in cases like this that child services will need to be informed."
"Is that really necessary?" Cho asked sharply, speaking for the first time since the doctor had left Lisbon's room.
"It's hospital procedure I am afraid. If we feel a child is in danger..."
"Agent Lisbon would never intentionally hurt anyone, especially not her own son," Cho replied a little angrily, not liking the Doctors accusation over Lisbon's conduct.
"I understand that this sounds harsh, Agents, especially when situations involves someone you know personally, but with baby Michael being admitted here last month for another incident, we have no choice in the matter. The child's safety and welfare come first."
Abbott nodded his head again showing the doctor they understood the rules and that he was only doing his job. "I will be back in a little while to check on her." Doctor Morgan headed down to the nurses station leaving Abbott and Cho alone again.
Abbott sighed loudly in frustration. He was worried how Lisbon and Jane would react to this new development in their lives. The sound of heavy running footsteps made them both pause again stepping back from the door.
"Where are they?" Jane yelled, heavily panting as he ran down the corridor pushing an orderly roughly out of his way as he did.
"Teresa is in here. Doctor said her and the babies are fine. Blood pressure is high, but she is unharmed, just needs to rest. They are seeing to the Mikey down in the Emergency room as we speak."
Jane stopped running when he reach Cho and Abbott giving himself a moment to catch his breath as he glanced anxiously between the two men. With Abbott's and Cho's concerned facial expression's staring back at him, Jane continued running down the corridor heading towards the ER unit. Knowing that Teresa and the babies were safe and unharmed he just needed to be with his son and make sure he was not in danger.
35 minutes later...
Jane exhaustingly pushed through the doors of the Emergency room unit, finally breathing a big sigh of relief since he had got a call informing of his wife and son being in the hospital. Making his way back down the corridor to check on Lisbon, he spotted Abbott stood outside her room talking on his cell.
"How is Mikey doing?" Abbott ended his call immediately as Jane approached him.
"A little water drenched, he keeps coughing up excess water, but he is sitting up now and playing with the ER nurses. Not real damage was done, thankfully."
"That's great news," Abbott replied patting Jane's shoulder relieved to hear the little boy was doing okay.
Jane turned his head away from Abbott taking a quick glance into Lisbon hospital room. the slats of the blind were obscuring his wife, but he could see she was sat on the bed and moving. He inhaled a deep breath trying to control his emotions. It would do her or the babies no good to see him in that state.
"Cho is sitting in with her. Go easy on her, this wasn't her fault. It was an accident," Abbott said softly watching Jane's face changing in a mixture of emotions.
"Mr. Jane?" Both men turned to come face with a short, older woman with grey hair and round glasses carrying a black briefcase in her hand. "Are you the father of Micheal Patrick Jane? Am I correct?"
"Yes... Who are you?"
"I am Ms. Marion Keeper from Austin Child Services. The hospital may have told you I was coming. I would like to talk to you about your son Michael, in private if I may."
"Is this all really necessary? Jane asked exasperatedly. The doctors in the ER unit had informed him of the procedure, but he was still annoyed, not at all impressed he was having to deal with child services for his own child.
"I am afraid so, Mr. Jane. It's for your son's best welfare."
"Fine, but I need to have a cup of tea first." Jane looked into Lisbon room, annoyed he hadn't had a chance to see or talk to his wife yet and headed down the corridor to the drinks machine being follow by the little Ms. Keeper.
Ten minutes later, Jane pushed open the door to his wife's treatment room. She was now off the bed and pacing the room. He saw that the ends of her hair were still a little damp and she was dressed in a blue and white hospital gown as her own clothes weren't dry or wearable.
"Jane... " Lisbon said in relief at seeing him as he entered the room "Where is Mikey? How is he doing? I need to see him. He needs me," she stated, frantically trying to making her way out the room.
"Whoa, whoa. Mikey is doing good. You need to rest first."
Jane slowly began guiding her back to her hospital bed. "He is doing good. Doctors say he should be released tomorrow if there are no changes in his condition. Right now, you just need to focus on getting your own blood pressure down, for you and the babies sakes." Lisbon frowned but allowed her husband to manhandle her back to the bed. He was being attentive and caring, but there was definitely a firm edge to his voice. Once she was sat, he moved to sit beside her, brushing her damp hair off her face and neck.
"Sod my blood pressure Jane, I need to be with my son. There's nothing wrong with me, I got wet that's all. What I need is to be with my son, not be held prisoner in here." She glanced angrily over to Cho who was sat quietly in a visitor chair positioned by the door and haven't moved since Abbott had instructed him not to let Lisbon leave the room on the doctor's orders.
"First, try and relax, please. Fischer is on her way up with some dry clothes for you and Mikey," Jane turned his head to looked over at Cho. "Cho, would you mind giving us a minute?"
"Sure."
Lisbon watched as Cho left her hospital room, angry that he was allowed to come and go, but she felt like she was been kept prisoner away from her own child. Jane waited till Cho had shut the door before turning his attention back to his wife.
"First, how are you and these two little ones feeling?" Jane placed his hand gently on top her baby bump, wrapping his other arm around her and bringing her in closer to him.
"How do you think I am feeling..." Lisbon snapped not quite understanding why Jane was insisting she stay here and not be allowed with her son, too.
"Okay... Then tell me what actually happened?"
He studied her face placing his hand gently on top of hers & lacing their fingers. Lisbon let go of her anger for a few minutes. If she was being totally honest, she was feeling completely stunned and puzzled by the awful events.
"I... I don't know. One minute Mikey was there, the next he was gone. I left the room for a minute and when I came back, I found the front door open. Next thing I knew, I was running outside and he... He was... He was... Floating on the edge of the lake, face down..." Lisbon's voice broke tears filling her eyes remembering the memory of her son's little body lying lifeless on top of the lake.
"Okay, it's okay. It's over now." Jane wrapped his arms around his distressed wife laying her head against his chest. She quietly sobbed into his shirt and they stay this way for a few minutes seeking comfort in each other.
"I don't understand. The front door was shut Jane. It was. How the hell did he get out?"
"Maybe you just forgot that you open it..." Jane stated gently. He realised instantly his doubting words was the wrong thing to say as she pulled away from him and her anger had returned, which wasn't going to help lower her blood pressure at all.
"What! No. I didn't go anywhere near the front door Jane."
"Okay, we can worry about that later, " Jane said softly. "Mikey is okay, he is down the hall in the ER playing happily with the nurses, charming them all with his beautiful smile and getting his own way as normal. I will take you down in a bit. I promise. But first you need to try and relax. We don't want you going into premature labor again. Do we?" Jane gave his wife a small smile as he saw her starting to relax. He pulled back the bedsheet indicating that she needed to get in and rest. Lisbon rolled her eyes to his request.
"I have just called Fran." Lisbon paused from climbing in the bed at his words.
"Why?"
"I just think you need some help. Working your job, being pregnant with twins and looking after Mikey on your days off, it is a lot for you to handle right now. I am also going to speak to Abbott, tell him I won't be available anymore for consulting once the babies are here.
"I can take care of my son Jane. I am pregnant, not dying."
Jane sighed running his hand through his hair seeing that trying to get his wife to relax to help lower her blood pressure was lost cause.
"You don't trust me, do you?" She said taken a back at what he was really saying.
"No, I didn't say that..." Jane replied a little quickly.
"You didn't have to, Jane..."
Her voice broke in hurt as she watch her husband diverting his gaze away from hers. Inhaling in a deep breath, trying to keep herself from fully exploding she sat back down on the bed, last thing she needed was to go into labor at three months early. "I am fully capable of looking after our child, Patrick..."
"Are you sure? Because last month he cut himself on some broken glass you didn't know was there and he ended up with four stitches in his hand. Then you lost him in the supermarket and then he fell out of his high chair because he wasn't strapped in..."
Jane watched as his wife's face fell in utter devastation by his words. "I can't believe you're saying this. I told you, I don't know what happened with all those things. They weren't my fault." Lisbon said angrily as a tear rolled down her face. Seeing how distressed, she was becoming Jane shifted across the bed again wrapping his arms around her.
"I am worried about you. You have not been yourself lately, forgetting things, losing things, confused. This last accident could of have taken his life, Teresa." Jane brushed the tear off her cheekbone making her look round at him. "I just think it's best if either me or Fran are around to help you on your days off for now on. That's all."
"Oh, do you?" Lisbon spat pulling herself away from him again not quite believing he had no trust in her. " Yeah, well, I don't. I am fully able to look after my own son Jane..."
"It's non-negotiable," Jane stated flatly, hoping that they could have had this delicate conversation back at home when she wasn't so worked up.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Child services came by earlier to speak to me."
"Child services? How the hell do they know about it...?"
"It's hospital procedure to call them in incidents like this." Seeing Lisbon was going into some form of shock thinking the worse case scenario hearing the words Child services, he took her hand. When her own father had died she had to deal a lot with child services trying to take her and brothers into care so her own experience with them wasn't a good one.
"Hey. It's okay I have spoken to them and assured them that we will do everything in our power to protect our son. They aren't going to push the matter any further, I promise you. As long as someone is on hand to help you in future..."
"I don't believe this." Lisbon said standing back up and forcibly removing Jane arms from around her.
"It's just until the babies are born and you back to yourself again. I rang and spoke to Fran earlier and she is more than happy to do more hours and help out more."
"You did what!?"
"It's only for the next few months till the babies are born. Then I will be at home to help you when little Bert and Ernie arrive. It's for both yours and Mikey sakes Teresa. I am worried about you." Jane stood up reaching out for her put she stepped back showing him how hurt and angry she was by this new development
"There's nothing wrong me, Jane..." she shouted at him.
"Well, I don't agree Teresa..." he replied raising his voice back her. "And I can't lose another child, Teresa. I just can't. You know I won't be able to survive that again..."
Both stood for a few minutes angrily eying at each other, waiting for the other one to back down. Lisbon knew how bad his fear of losing her and Mikey was, but she didn't like it that his fear was making him think she was incapable of looking after their son anymore.
The door of the hospital room opened to reveal Fischer carrying an overnight bag as Jane had earlier requested. Sensing straight away the palpable tension building between the couple Fischer awkwardly took a step backwards.
"Oh, I am sorry, I should have knocked, I will just wait outside..."
"No, it's fine. I am going to see my son." Lisbon didn't take her eyes off her husband as she angrily snatched the over night bag out of Fischer's hand and stormed off to the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
The laptop screen lit up the dark room. Sophie sat down on the black leather couch and slowly poured herself a large whiskey. She has felt exhausted after having spent the last few hours secretly hidden, observing the dramatic events unfold at the Jane household.
She had gone down to secretly watch the bitch and her kid on her day off but then saw an opportunity to really up her game to win Patrick. If there was one thing she knew that Patrick would never want to lose, it was his only child and she had already been successfully making his wife look incompetent over the past two months by causing bad situations to happen to her and the kid. When she watched Teresa leaving the cabin room she quickly sneaked up and used the front door key to open the door that she had stolen from the bitches handbag several months ago.
Within minutes, she watched the little boy crawl out the doorway and make he way down to the edge of the lake, unaware of the danger he was currently in. Whilst she had no real problems with the child itself, he was turning out to be the perfect tool in her plans and if something bad were to happened to help to him, then so be it. Just a sad casualty, like Amanda had been.
Within minutes, her plan had successfully worked and before long, there was an ambulance and two Black FBI SUV 's speedily pulling up to the cabin whilst a distraught Teresa Jane tried desperately to breath air into her son's lungs. All she needed to do was to prove to Jane his wife wasn't fit to be a mother and get Agent Lisbon out of his life for good.
If things continued to happen (with a little help from her) before long Patrick would take his son away from her careless mother. There was no way Patrick would risk losing his son over the likes of her. Some second choice wife, he felt obliged to out of guilt. Teresa's assumed carelessness would eventually destroy their marriage and relationship in the end. All she had to do was sit back and patiently wait, and then turn up to be the supportive caring friend, doctor and ex-lover once again. Winning back her man and her future.
Sophie downed her large whiskey in one. She always needed to consume alcohol when she was about to listen to recent recordings of Patrick Jane's life. It burned her to know that cop woman was there sharing a life with the man she loved, when he was meant to be with her. She had let the recordings build up for a few weeks, as her bad mother plan seemed to be working a treat and listening to their happy marriage and sex life was becoming a torture.
She was slightly regretting her decision to bug their bedroom but knew that that was an ideal place for where the most intimate details and secrets of a couple's relationship were to be shared.
Downing another large glass of whiskey in one, she poured herself another pressing the enter key to play one of the older recordings.
Sit down before you fall down, Mr...
Ooooh, I do love it when you get all authorit... Authorit... Masterful with me.(Jane drunkenly chuckles)
Who knew a few glasses of champagne could turn the mighty Patrick Jane into light weight drinker...
Hey! I refute that allegation... Besides, it was three bottles... and a half... Top quality champagne too. I use to drink it myself a long time ago with I was fake psycho... Fake... Hmm... Psychic. (Hiccups)
You were supposed to be catching a killer at a luxury black tie event, not there having a jolly good time. Abbott is not overly impressed...
Meh, Abbott's just crabby he didn't get to go undercover and drink quality champagne all night... Hey! We should call him Crabbott! (Jane laughs out loudly)
Oh, Jesus. don't ever give up your day job to become a stand-up comedian, will you?
Hey, I did all that expensive champagne drinking to catch a deadly killer... And I caught her... the plan worked. didn't she... I... Didn't... I...
Yes. You did. After getting very drunk first and flirting badly with her...
It was not flirting, as you put it, it was necessary undercover detective work... Besides, she kept plying me with champagne. I think she wanted to get me drunk... Awww... were you getting jealous again pepper...
Oh Please. Over some plastic step-ford wife with bad Botox and a bodge up boob job who killed her business tycoon husband with dodgy heart pills... No. I was, however, getting hot and bothered being cramped in the surveillance truck whilst feeling overly sick by the smell Wylie's disgusting tacos... And don't call me Pepper.
Come over here, Pepper...
Steady! You nearly fell off the bed...
What I want, Mrs. Jane, is to take you in this bed...
I don't think you are in any fit state for that tonight, Jane...
Well, I am prepared to give it ago if you are...Hmm you smell great... Cinnamon... But with a light glow of sweat and a hint of tacos...
Great! Just what every woman wants to smell like. Will you please remove your hands from squeezing my ass.
Awwww. But you have such a nice ass. The best ass I have ever seen to be honest. Especially in those sexy tight dark blue denim jeans you wear... Why aren't you wearing those more these days?
Uh, because I am nearly six months pregnant carrying your offspring... So... Do I have a Better ass than that Gillian Langford?
Pffff! She is not even in the same league as your's my love, plus I think she said she had butt implants... urgh yuk. Why would anyone want to do that?
(Teresa giggles) Come on, Jane. Bedtime
So, I am I forgiven then for getting a little tipsy to catch a killer... You know you don't ever have to be jealous over other women, I only want you...
I don't get jealous.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do... you always have, my lovely LisssBon, it's actually one of the emotions you don't hide away that well... You have always have been very openly jealous over me. It's very cute. I love seeing it. It shows me you still love me.
Like when? And who...?
Uh... Erica Finn.
Flynn.
Yeh, her too. Fischer... Krystal whatshername... Lorelei... Sophie... And that's just to name a few. There were even times you got jealous over Van pelt and Hightower. (Hiccups)
What? No, I never.
Yes. When I had to investigate a case with Madeline all those years back and you sprain your ankle, for one. You didn't have to be jealous of any of those women ever, I always secretly wanted you. Thou Hightower does have a great set of legs on her...Not as good as...
Bed now. Mr!
Yes, ma'am. Can you help me get undress... Pretty please... (hiccups)
Jesus. It's like having another baby...
Hmmm, so if I am a baby, what does that make you... (Jane says seductively)
Your tired, cranky. pregnant wife... Work with me. Put your arms up.
Ooooh hello, there Teresa's lovely cleavage... Let's undo this shirt button shall we? Mmmmm... You have great pair of breasts, too, Mrs Jane... (Jane starts muffled groaning)
Jane. you are not making this process very easy...
Who says I want to... (Muffled words.)
Jane, I need to get you undressed and get you into bed so you can sleep it off. Plus, I need a wee. These two little pests have been sitting on my bladder all night...
Well... That's one way to kill the mood Teresa. (Jane sighs in frustration )
You. Start getting undressed whilst I go use the bathroom...
(Fumbling noises. A loud crash. Jane chuckling to himself. Hiccups. Sounds of a toilet flushing in background.)
Oh, Jesus Jane, you can't take your pants off with your shoes still on. Come here, let me help you... (Sounds of shoes being thrown across the room)
Did Pike ever make you orgasm?
What!
Did Prick make you orgasm?
You mean Pike!
yeh, that too.
Christ, You really are drunk.
Why won't you answer me?
Get. In. To. bed.
I take that as I no then... I knew it... (Jane laughs mockingly, flopping backwards on bed)
(Jane scrambles to sit upright again) So, why not?
Get to bed. It's late, I am tired, cranky and I don't want to discuss my sexual past with your drunken ass right now...
Was it because of me?
No! (High voice)
Liar! It was, wasn't it! Well, that's a nice ego boost I have to say. So, did you think of me every time you were with him?
Jane. Get undressed and go to bed.
Come on, humor me, sweetheart. I thought of you every time. Well, all two times anyway...
What?
Well, my sexual past this last fifteen years is fairly limited, as you know, but it was you I was wishing for...
Even all those years ago with Sophie... Did you think of me? Not Angela.
Definitely you. You were my hot sexy boss and even then I was secretively in love with you. I wanted to call you that night I called Sophie, but I wouldn't have risked our relationship in that way or ever risk losing you. You meant far too much to me. I just needed some comfort and I knew she would give it to me but it was you I was thinking about whilst I was with her... for all of those eight clumsy minutes...
Clumsy?
I was a bit tipsy that night too... (Hiccups)
You really thought of me?
Yeah. It's always been you. pepper...
(Sounds of heavy kissing...rustling of clothes.)
Well, why don't you try showing me these clumsy eight minutes of yours, huh?...
Now you are talking... though it might be only five minutes this time... I have had a few more to drink. (Jane whispers loudly)
(Sounds of bodies moving and clothes being removed.)
Mmmmmm. God, your breasts are amazing...
Uh, God. no...damn it. hold that thought. I just need to use the bathroom...
Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere...
(Teresa groans as bed sheets begin to rustle)
Mmmm...
Jane, we really need to stop... Jane... Jane!
What! Now!... You do realise woman my erection won't last forever, don't you?
Two babies, Jane. One very small cramped space and a pressed bladder. You do the math.
Jezzzz... My children are out to ruin our sex life! (Jane slurring his words falling backwards on the bed. Few seconds later sounds of toilet flushing in the background. drunken snoring begins to fill the air.)
Right, now we can... Oh, that's brilliant. Now he passes out!
Sophie pressed the keyboard ending the laptop recording and placed her half drunken tumbler glass down on the table. Pure anger and hurt began flowing through her veins. She had been secretly trying to help Jane all this these months. Trying to open his eyes to see that they weren't made for each other, that their marriage wouldn't work and Agent Lisbon could never make him happy or be the right mother to his kid. She thought she needed Agent Lisbon gone from his life to win him back, waiting and playing the long game but it turns out he had just used her all those years ago, even put her at risk and he never cared.
The biggest insult out of everything was that when Patrick Jane had been in her bed it was that bitch cop he was thinking about. When he had ejaculated she had heard him mumbled out the word Pepper but she had just put it down to his drunkenness, not thinking at the time it to mean anything. Once it was over he had got up without saying anything to her, threw the used condom down the toilet and abruptly left. She had put his rude drunken departure down to his guilt for his wife and his past traumatic experience, but it wasn't, it because she wasn't her! Teresa Lisbon.
Sophie violently grabbed the tumbler glass, throwing it angrily at the wall opposite watching as the brown liquid slowly dripped down the painted wall. Having heard the truth from Patrick's own mouth, the game had now changed. She wasn't going to try and get Patrick Jane back anymore, she was going to destroy his life, all of it, by any means possible.
If he thought Red john had ruined his world, then he hadn't seen anything yet. Patrick Jane would regret the day he ever used and hurt Dr. Sophie Miller