When she reached the bathroom she looked in the mirror. She couldn't remember the last time there was so much red on her face. Her eyes, the hand mark on the side of her face, and the blood smeared on her forehead all painted her face crimson. She was wrong. She thought before that there was nothing to take the pain away, but her hand brushed against her hip and found that something could. First the safety, then the trigger- that's all it would take. She took her 45 out of its holster and pulled the safety. She took the barrel of the gun up to her forehead, her hands shaking with fear. She hadn't felt scared in a long time, but she did now. And it felt good. She smiled.

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"Sir, you need to calm down. This wasn't Agent Lisbon's fault, it wasn't anybody's fault," Cho said trying to reason with him in the same monotone voice.

He didn't reply, just nodded his head. There was a long pause before anything else was said, "Cho," Jane tapped on his shoulder, "I think I'm going to go check on Lisbon."

He nodded once, "That's fine, just try not to get into trouble."

A few seconds past and Jane left in search of his boss while the Mr. and Mrs. finished a silent conversation, "I'm sorry about what I did to that woman," Mr. VanPelt told Cho, "would you tell her that I don't blame her?"

"Sure thing," he replied.

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Jane walked down a short hallway and found the women's bathroom to the left. He knocked on the door, "Lisbon, are you alright?"

She wasn't listening; she was all too focused on the gun, "Lisbon?"

"Lisbon," he slightly opened the door to see if he could see her. He did, but he didn't see his Lisbon. He saw a weak, sad, small woman with a gun trained on her own head, "Lisbon! No!"

He jumped behind her holding her down with one arm and grabbing her right wrist with the other thinking she would put up a fight. She didn't even try to struggle. His arm was digging into her wound and besides that, she was tired of fighting. She was tired of living.

He easily got her to drop the gun, "Lisbon, please, don't do this to yourself. It isn't your fault, he just needs someone to blame," he said partially speaking from experience.

She kept her head down and her eyes beneath her bangs, "I know," her nearly inaudible voice cracked and it broke his heart to see her so defeated. They stood there for a while, Jane holding Lisbon in front of him with his left arm across her body holding onto her shoulder and his right caressing her wrist, "Jane- I can't- you don't understand…I have to-"

He spun her around, suddenly angry with her, "What? You think that just because you made a mistake you deserve to die for it? Do you? It would be selfish to kill yourself Lisbon, think of your team."

Round five, "But Rigsby and VanPelt hate me and Cho doesn't trust me and you- you don't-" she said miserably before he cut her off.

"I don't what?"

"You don't even… want-" she was cut off once more, but this time not by words. She was cut off by his lips crushing hers in a passionate kiss. At first she didn't know how to respond, but after that she just did what she has been wanting to do for years. She kissed Patrick Jane. Her hands moved up to his curly blonde hair and her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her back with one hand and her head with the other. Neither really knew which had deepened the kiss or when, but they knew it had happened. Jane began moving his hand towards her side, and got an odd response in return.

Lisbon broke the kiss and jumped away when he had moved across her wound. She never wanted that moment to end, but she knew it had to eventually. She held it with both of her hands, "Lisbon? Are you hurt?" Jane asked after a moment of slight confusion.

She shook her head in denial, "I just need some medicine."

He looked at the blood pouring out from her side, suprised he hadn't noticed it before, "Yeah and some stitches and blood donations. How long have you had that?"

She didn't answer, "Since the bust?"

Again, she didn't answer. Lisbon wished he had only found her three seconds later, then she wouldn't be dealing with this right now. She'd be dead.

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