"What...." Jane's eyes widened as she stared at Noah in shock. This couldn't be, wasn't possible. She had been at the funeral, had seen Noah buried. She closed her eyes for a moment knowing that he would be gone when she opened them. Tears burned as the pain, the loss, came rushing back anew. She still couldn't believe that Noah was gone, even after three years.
"Jane? Sweetie?" Cosmo said as he approached his cousin, a worried expression on his face as he took in the situation, his cousin slightly swaying, her eyes closed. 'Oh, this is not good.' He reached out, putting what he hoped was a steadying hand on her arm.
"What did you put in those cigars you sent last month?" Jane demanded tiredly as her eyes opened once more in response to Cosmo's touch. 'It had to be the...' She looked over once more. 'No... He was still there, Noah with his arms around Sam and the strangest expression on his face, like he was torn about something.'
She looked around the hallway frantically. 'Where was Richard?'
"Psych referral," she murmured under her breath. "I need a psych referral...."
"Jane," Noah whispered, arms aching to go to her, to hold her and reassure her that he was real, that everything was okay. It had been so long. Sam though.... The pain and tension that he could feel in the older marshal's body, no way could Noah leave him like that. He gently rubbed Sam's back, holding him close against him. "It's going to be okay, it's all going to be okay.," he told him quietly. "Let's go in the waiting room, okay? Kimble's going to take good care of her."
"Bobby, help the kid," Cosmo said quietly as he motioned for 'Vannah to join him. He reached out and gently took his cousin's arm, leading her off to a vacant room with 'Vannah and Frank following.
"Cosmo, what.... Who is that?" Jane whispered as the marshals sat her down, a tear slipping down her cheek now as memories of Noah came rushing back, from their first meeting when she was wandering all over Chicago with a concussion to that last painful time in New York City. "It can't be...."
"It's Noah," Cosmo said as gently as possible. 'Don't let her faint. Just don't let her faint.' They had had way too much of that already that day. He reached out, pulling Jane to him. "I don't know how it happened but that's Noah, really Noah. The kid's fine."