A/N sorry that it has taken me so long to update but i had the worst writers block ever.
a special thanx to rigspeltforeverxx who encouraged me to keep writing.
Peace! Love and Jisbon forever! =p
Disclaimer: i only own SOME of the characters in this story. i wish that i own the mentalist... but sadly don't.
Lisbon woke up to the most pain she had ever experienced in her life. Stifling a scream, she reached over the side of the bed to grab the bucket. Nothing came. She stuck her fingers down her throat to force it. She started vomiting, feeling the pressure that had built up in her stomach as she'd slept, lessen.
She rolled onto her back and groaned.
"Why don't you just kill me already and get it over with!" she yelled at the ceiling.
Feeling sorry for herself, she rolled over into the foetal position, holding her knees to her chest, and silently sobbed. It was times like these, she wished someone was here for her, someone would just look after her. Ten minutes later, she fell back into a restless sleep.
The next day Jane arrived at the office to find the three of them talking about Lisbon.
"She really did look unwell yesterday... I hope she's ok. She hasn't called this morning either... oh hi Jane." Van Pelt said.
"Did you close the case yesterday?" he asked Rigsby.
"Got a confession five minutes into it, he was young... got scared, and blurted the whole story out. Busted!"
Jane nodded and went to lie down on his couch. He had just got comfortable when the phone rang, interrupting the silence. Grace answered on the second ring.
"Van Pelt... yup... ok... we'll be right there." She hung up the phone and looked at Rigsby who was just about to order case closed pizza.
"New case guys."
"Oh what... come on!" Rigsby answered hanging up the phone. "I was really looking forward to it today! Seriously."
"Grow up Rigsby." Cho replied. "Where is it?"
"Near Orangevale, on Madison Av."
"Well, let's go then" Jane said getting up off his couch and grabbing his coat."
"It's just not the same without Lisbon." Jane commented as they arrived outside an apartment building. Cho had gone off to allow them access into the building. "It's not as... fun." He sighed.
"You're worried about her."
"Well of course I am. I've never seen her look so... helpless. I'm going to go see her after this... make sure she's ok."
Grace smiled.
"I knew it would happen eventually."
"What?"
"That you would finally realise that you care about her."
"What? Of course I care about her―oh you mean...? no. She is my boss and colleague, and she is my friend. Nothing else." Jane said as he started to fiddle with his wedding ring. Lisbon had always been a touchy subject. Sure he cared about her... but did he―... no. Boss, colleague. Friend. That's all.
Grace could see the internal struggle that was happening within Patricks mind, so decided to drop the topic and walked away to stand beside Rigsby.
Cho walked up to them. "Apartment 10 level 12. And the elevator doesn't work."
"Race you to the top." Rigsby muttered.
About five minutes later, they arrived in the victims room.
They were greeted by one of the local police officers. They followed him into the bedroom, where the victims were lying on the bed, covered in blood.
"Victims are Ursula and Robbie Johnston. Both have multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and head. Robbie was one of the hot shot real-estate agents."
"Who found them?" Jane asked.
"Cleaning lady."
"Where is she now?"
"Through there." The officer said pointing at a door that looked as though it lead through to a living room.
"May we speak with her?"
"Well, she's Mexican you see, and doesn't speak very good English. She's very frightened."
"Oh, well I'm sure we can handle that." Jane smiled at the officer and made his way into the living room.
"Hola." Jane said walking up to the lady and kneeling in front of her. "Can you tell me you name?"
"Adrianna." She sobbed.
"Hi Adrianna, my name's Patrick. Are you ok?" he asked kindly.
The only reply he got was the start to wail into his shoulder.
He patted her awkwardly on the head.
"Now, now Adrianna, look at me, look at me. Here hold my hand. I want you to concentrate on our skin touching. And only that ok?" she nodded and looked at their hands. "Feel the warmth, the different skin textures. Let your pain and suffering flow out of your body, and into my hand. Take a deep breath. There, do you feel better now?"
She nodded and took a few more deep breaths.
"Now, I want you to tell me what you know about Ursula and Robbie."
She nodded and wiped the tears off of her face.
"I was cleaning next door when Robbie come home. He very angry. Another man come here and they start yelling. Robbie kept saying you lie to me Mark! You lie to me! I run back downstairs to staff lounge to get away. They very loud."
"Thank you. See that wasn't so bad now was it?" she shook her head. "Do you feel better now?" she nodded.
"Ok Van Pelt, find out who Mark is. I need to go and see Lisbon."
"Sure thing Jane."
Patrick―using the key from under the doormat― walked into Lisbon's house to find it in the exact order in which her had left it yesterday. He took off his shoes and quietly crept upstairs. He wasn't happy with the sight that greeted him when he entered her room.
It looked to him as though she hadn't moved since he last saw her. The bucket beside her bed was half full, and the glass of water was untouched. He walked over and placed a hand on her forehead.
"Christ." He snatched his hand away. She was so hot, it made the touch almost unbearable. "Lisbon? Lisbon can you hear me?" he started shaking her softly. "Teresa?!" she didn't respond. He turned her into the recovery position and felt for a pulse.
"Oh god Teresa no!"
A/N sorry cliffhanger, couldn't help maself. =D