A/N Well... I was bored so I decided to get the next Chapter up tonight =D

Just a small warning... I plan to be rather mean to Lisbon in this series... but that's ok coz it means JISBON! Hehe

Well read on!

Disclaimer: ... don't depress me.

Her pulse was there, but it was rapid.

"Dam!"

He pulled out his cell, dialling 911. He gave her details and then went back to trying to wake her up. Deciding he needed to cool her down, he pulled the blankets off of her and ran into her joint bathroom to wet a clean facecloth. He place it on her forehead.

For the first time since he arrived, he saw signs of life. She rolled onto her back and started groaning.

"Lisbon? Oh thank god!" Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "Lisbon? Lisbon. I need you to try to open your eyes. Can you hear me?"

The only reply he got was her moan.

"Do you know where you are?"

"No?"

"Can you tell me your name?"

"My name?"

She was tossing and turning.

"Can you sit up?"

She sighed, and groaned, her head shaking from side to side.

"Teresa! Look at me!"

She stopped moving and cracked her eyes half open.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Ummm? What?"

He heard the sirens in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.

A couple of seconds later, they stopped and he heard a knock at the door. Racing to the door, he greeted the paramedics and lead them up the stairs.

"What happened?" the female asked.

"I'm not really sure, she's been vomiting and I took her home from work yesterday, and came back this morning and found her unresponsive, I believe she has food poisoning. Seafood. She started talking to me before you guys arrived, but she was confused, didn't recognize me for one, and didn't even know who she was either." As he had been talking the male had gotten to work taking her temperature.

"103." he said answering Jane's questioning look. "Teresa? Teresa can you hear me?"

Lisbon responded by rolling on her side and vomiting on the floor.

"Right. Let's get her to the hospital."

They lifted her onto the gurney and slowly guided her down the stairs.

"Can I come with her?"

"Are you family?"

"I'm her..." he sighed. "I'm her husband." He lifted up his left hand to display his wedding ring.

"She isn't wearing one." The male accused.

"She never wears jewellery when she's sick."

"She's wearing a necklace."

By this time they had arrived at the ambulance.

"Look. I'm coming with her whether you like it or not. Ok?"

"Get in. But stay out of the way."

Jane decided he didn't like the man. He found him arrogant and rude, and bald. He wasn't keen on bald people, has never been able to trust them, with the exception of Sam Bosco, but that was concerning his Lisbon.

His Lisbon. His Lisbon. Well right now his Lisbon was in a critical condition and needed him more than ever. He climbed in the back of the ambulance and sat down. The male was driving (thank god) so he wouldn't have to put up with him all the way to the hospital. On the way the female―Jenna, as he had gotten out of her― got to work placing an oxygen mask over her mouth and inserting an IV in her arm.

"What are you giving her?"

"Something to bring her temperature down and something to rehydrate her body and balance her loss of electrolytes. She should become more responsive in about an hour.

They arrived at the hospital and Jane was lead into a waiting room to fill out some paper-work, while the doctor looked over her. After a while the doctor came into the waiting room looking for Jane.

"Mr Jane?"

"Ah yes. That's me." Jane replied.

"Teresa is awake. She's been asking for you."

"Is she fully responsive?" Jane asked sarcastically, knowing she wouldn't have truly been asking for him and that the doctor was just saying that to make him feel more at ease.

"Yes she is."

"Well... why would she be asking for me?"

"You are Patrick Jane... right?"

"Yes."

"The patients husband."

"Oh... right. Yes. Husband. Well... what room is she in? I would like to see her now."

"Follow me." The doctor replied.

Jane walked into Lisbon's room to see her fully alert and looking a little better already.

"Jane." She sighed, almost in relief. "Finally a familiar face. I've been going crazy."

"Lisbon. Oh god Lisbon." Patrick walked over to the side of her bed and collapse to his knees beside her. "Don't you ever do that to me again! You hear? You half scared me to death! I thought..." he sighed again. "I thought I was going to lose you." He buried his face into the mattress, letting the emotion flow from his body.

"Oh Patrick. I'm so sorry I put you through this. It's ok though... I can make it up to you later... if you know what I mean..." she smiled seductively at him.

Jane raised his head to look at her.

"Lisbon... what are you talking about?"

"Oh come off it! Do I really need to spell it out for you? S-E―"

"Lisbon."

"What? We are married after all..."

"Are you playing games with me?"

"No...?" she said softly.

Jane looked in her eyes, she wasn't lying to him. She clearly thought that they were married.

"Lis― Teresa. Why do you think we are married?"

"Because we are... aren't we?"

Oh god. She must have heard him telling the paramedics they were husband and wife and gotten confused. False memory. He was going to have to break her heart.

"Lisbon, my dear." He said softly. "we aren't married. I only told the paramedics that so that they would allow me to ride along with you."

"W-what? She stammered. "but what about the children?"

"Children?"

"Yes... the twins, Molly and Casey."

"Teresa." He said deciding to use her first name, "you must have been dreaming. I'm so sorry."

Her lower lip started to tremble, her eyes swam with tears, her face crumpled and then she broke down completely, letting out slow strangled sobs.

Jane got up off the floor and lay on the bed with her, protectively holding her against his chest.

"Shhh, there there, your alright. It's ok." He crooned into the broken woman's ear.

"I just feel so unwell. I just want to get better. I want my life to get better."

"Shhh. Everything's gunna be ok."

They lay there for ages, him rocking her while she cried. After a while she went silent and fell asleep. Jane lay there feeling the warmth and the comfort of holding someone in his arms again. It had been a very long time since he had felt this close to another human being... physically, as well as emotionally.