Though actually, he did see more. Patrick Jane just assumed he was dying, and he may have been dying. If not for the spot in his heart that constantly burned for vengeance of his family, he may have faded. But that was not the only thing keeping him from a deep sleep.

"Hello? Hello?" A hardly audible voice lolled into his ears like the sounds of a distant river as his blood rushed through him, muffling the voice. He slowly blinked, and like some dreamlike scene, the kind face of a blurry woman was cupping his face and shaking him. "Please wake up, can you hear me?" His eyes stared, unsure if he was dreaming, awake, or dead. "Hello?" He groaned loudly and slowly began to rise from the ground. "Take it easy." She said. His vision began to return to normal as he looked upon his rescuer whose soft brown eyes were looking him over. "Oh honey, I think you may have been run over by a car." Jane sat fully up, the woman resting her hand on his dirt stained back.

"Lisbon, she…" He trailed off as his head began to pound. The woman shook her head as she picked dirt and sticks from his hair. Jane hardly took notice as he looked down the road where pieces of the shattered bike were scattered about, but that was not what worried him. He could handle a cut, but his jaw tightened as his eyes fell to his torso. "No!" He moaned. His vest had been torn in several places and every button was missing or hanging loosely like a piece of torn flesh. "Not the vest." He looked to the woman with an offended confused look on his dusty face. "I can't believe she would do that. All I did was lie, I fibbed really." He gingerly got to his feet, his mind slowly arranging itself to its regular state.

"Look whatever you did; you don't deserve to be run down." Jane looked to the woman, but fully looked at her. She held a very strong and genuine manner about herself. Her smile was kind and her brown hair shined beneath a cream colored wide brimmed hat. A yellow loose scarf danced around her neck and a pair of sunglasses hung from her hand. He looked beyond her and there sat a small yellow convertible bug which gave off an intense sensation of "cool." Her whole image seemed special, as if she had appeared from some sort of portal dwelling in the 50's. She stared at him, amused as he eyed her. "I think you may have bumped your head a little too hard." She smirked and began aiding him in dusting off his torn and dirtied suit.

"Who are you?" Jane asked, for the more words she said and the longer he looked upon her, the more easily cool she became.

"That's what I need to be asking you. Are you a camper here?" Jane nodded. "You got family?" Jane shook his head.

"They were all killed." The woman wasn't if this was part of his post trauma talking or his real honesty, so she skipped past it.

"Who is Lisbon?" Jane clenched his jaw, letting out a long exhale through his nose.

"My boss, well kind of boss. I'm pretty sure she just ran me over." The woman slipped her sunglasses back on when Jane appeared less haggard and raised a brow.

"Let's hope not. That would make for a pretty awkward Monday."

"Very True." Jane rested his hands on his aching spine and the woman gestured to her bug.

"Well would you like a ride? Back to camp or a hospital?" Jane reached up and felt that his helmet was still on.

"I think I'm good."

"Well than I'll take you back to your camp then." Jane shook his head.

"Nah, you'd have to pay to get in." The woman hopped into the car and patted on the front seat.

"Then I'll take you to Day Use and you can walk from there. Sound good?" Jane looked down the long road ahead of him. It seemed to loom down on him for Lisbon could come bombing back down it at any second. Jane nodded quickly.

"If you wouldn't mind." The woman smiled in return as Jane climbed into the car. "You know, I could probably charge her for attempted murder." He felt the woman's eyes on him as she started the bug.

"Do you work for the law?" Jane looked to her, as he felt that she was reading him better than he could read her. In fact, he felt the strange sensation that he couldn't read her.

"I might." She nodded as they drove down the road, and Jane looked back to the beach where Rigsby and Grace had been earlier, wondering if they had witnessed the scene, but it was empty. "Do you come on this road often, or about the campground?" She nodded beneath the brim of her hat that wiggled in the warm wind.

"Yes."

"You ever seen a guy, wearing crocs, round, middle aged, with a white pick up?" She was quiet before nodding slightly.

"Well lots of people wear crocs. But a few days past I did see this man walking back and fourth on this road, with green shoes, yes green ones. I envied them." Jane nodded with a smirk.

"Okay. Thank you." She glanced to him as they rounded a shady wooded corner, the lake momentarily slipping from view.

"This man is who to you?"

"Could be a murderer we're looking for." She raised both brows.

"Oh, well if I see him again I'll let you know." Jane smiled to her.

The pair was silent as she slowed into the Day Use area of the lake where many families poured out of cars with coolers and inner tubes. As she pulled into a free space to let him off, he locked her gaze before he hopped out.

"You saved my life, strange woman." She smiled to him and shrugged.

"No, you did." Her words seemed to echo into his breast. As if she had known what always kept him striving for life, and that he refused to die, at least this day. Unsettled by the power this woman had over him, he nodded to her.

"Thank you."

"It was nothing." The woman then gave him a smile, and wave before speeding down the road. Jane watched her for several moments, before looking to the Day Use area, and when he looked back again, the road was dead quiet as if she had never been there at all. As he passed through the busy place where locals came to swim and kayak, he pondered the existence of the woman, and if he himself had gotten from the ground and perhaps swaggered all the way here. Whatever the case, it began to slip his mind for the moment and Lisbon began to flood through him. He knew more than likely the hit was accidental, but accident or not he was nearly killed, or so he thought. He remembered the fall more of narrowly dodging the wheels, flying and smacking a tree, before rolling down into a large muddy ditch. When really he did just dodge the burning tires, but the bike took the hit for him, and only tossed him a few feet away, though the speed was what made the landing hurt, for hitting pointy roots as such a velocity was bloody.

After a few minutes of walking he neared their camp, smiling when he saw both the vans resting along the road. He slowly entered the site to find Lisbon sat with her back to him, and Cho still sitting in his shaded spot. Jane walked over the picnic tables and took a seat with his back to her. He knew she was staring at him. She smiled and looked perplexed, thinking the torn clothes and bruises were created by his own accord.

"What the hell happened to you?" Jane said nothing as he stared ahead at the lake. "Jane." She said again and Jane slowly turned to face her, his face sprinkled with abrasions.

"Oh, you know. Some maniac ran me down with a car. No biggie." He locked her gaze but her expression didn't change.

"You're lying."

"No, actually I don't think that I am." He kept their gazes locked, waiting for something in her face to change but nothing did.

"What? Do you want a Band-Aid or something?"

"No I would like an apology." Lisbon looked baffled and adjusted her seat.

"What? Seriously, Jane?" Jane looked upset.

"Yes I am serious. I believe running someone over with a car, deserves at least an apology."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't give me that. You saw very plainly that it was me and saw that it was a way to let off some very cruel steam, while making it look accidental."

"I didn't hit you with a car, Jane. I think that would be something I would remember."

"If you are going to take the denial road then I'm going to take, another road, one that could give you a charge for attempted murder." Lisbon sat for a moment, and remembered passing one biker along the road, but it looked nothing like Jane, and she did not remember hitting that person. "Oh, change of heart? Feeling the guilt rise up now? Well I'm glad it is because if it didn't, even for you that would be a little creepy."

"I did not see you on the road Patrick Jane. There was one biker that was a red head! And as far as I know, I did not run them down." Jane pointed to his helmet.

"Red helmet?" She stared, and as the pieces began to fit together she clenched her jaw.

"I didn't run you over."

"No, luckily you narrowly missed me, but did run over a rental bike that you are going to have to pay for." Lisbon bit her lip when she began to believe his story, and with his words her memories became clearer and his tall tale seemed to become smaller and more honest. But she didn't want to fully admit it, for guilt was beginning to fill her chest.

"Look I don't know how much of this tale of yours is actually true, but if somehow I ran you over and somehow, didn't notice, than I'm sorry." Jane stared, not expecting those words.

"I had some dirt in my ears, what was that?" Lisbon fixed him a warning look and he shook his head. "And I thought you were a nice enough person to mean it if you apologized. I guess I was wrong."

"I said I'm sorry!" She barked, and with that Jane smirked and nodded.

"Thank you. But I don't forgive you, and won't forgive you." Lisbon let out an exasperated sigh and threw out her arms.

"What the hell do you want then?"

"You never fully admitted to running me over."

"Maybe because I don't fully believe you."

"No you do. You're just in denial, I can tell." Lisbon rose from the seat and grabbed her plastic water bottle off the table.

"Whatever." But Jane could tell the tone in the "whatever" was tinted with guilt, and he wouldn't get anything else then the hollow and angry "sorry". But that didn't stop him from imagining his revenge on her, even if it be insulting her which was something he was very good at and could keep it up longer than she.

"Hm. Okay. Thanks for nothing." Even from a good distance away, Agent Cho recognized an intake of breath from Lisbon, that would soon release threats and insults, so he rose and walked over.

"do you want to go rent a boat. doesn't it sound fun to be yanked around on a rubber tube." Lisbon looked to him.

"Do what?"

"you know, tubing. i like to drive boats. lets go check it out." Though Lisbon and Jane both knew Cho was simply trying to distract the pair, they unwillingly agreed. For the idea of being tossed around yet again, was not very appealing to Patrick Jane. After a few mutual glares the three of them emptied the site and walked to the vans. But as Lisbon stomped ahead, Jane grabbed Cho's arm to stop him.

"You-"

"yes i believe you." Jane did a quick nod and the three of them piled into the van, Jane sitting as far from Lisbon as possible as they silently drove up the road to the Marina of the lake.