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Warnings: Violence, Sex, Jane as Red John, Angela Jane bashing (I don't know why I wrote it like this, but I did).
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A low sigh fell from Kimball's lips as he heard the door shut quietly. He had been faking sleep for almost an hour before his family finally decided that they should leave. It was sad how happy he was by the silence.
He truly did love his family, but they all were mother hens. It was a Cho trait that every last person in his family had. Even his two year old nephew that insisted on bringing five different stuffed animals to 'watch over Uncle Kim'.
It should have been a nice thought and it was in a way. Until Kimball remembered that he hadn't even known his sister was pregnant until the little boy was three months old. In truth, today was the first time he was seeing him outside of Christmas.
He and his family were not exactly close. Well, that wasn't true. He was extremely close with his Grandmother. He loved that woman to death and he would do anything that she asked of him and then some.
With everything that he did when he was younger she was the only one that ever tried to help him. His parents would yell and ground him, which he always ignored, while his sister would laugh at him for being stupid, which would just make him angrier.
His Grandmother, on the other hand, never called him names or raised her voice. She never looked at him like he was a disappointment either. She was his best friend and he loved that woman with all his heart.
To this day she was still the most important person in his life. Something that he hated at times since she was already in her 90's. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the idea that he was going to have to lose her.
Right now that didn't matter. The only thing he cared about was the fact that he was finally alone and able to think. The way his head was pounding made that difficult. He couldn't just keep laying there though.
It didn't matter to him that he had been shot only a week previous and had in fact not been awake for most of that time or that he wasn't going to be let out of the hospital for weeks more. He had to do something productive before he drove himself, and everyone around him, insane.
Closing his eyes he tried to focus on something else, but his mind wasn't having it. All he could think of was the fact that there was a stack of files on his desk that he needed to fill out. Not to mention the case that the team was working on. His case.
That was a weird thought. The last thing he was was a victim. Sure he had gotten shot and he knew the people on his team were working their asses off to find the guy that did that, but he still didn't think of himself as a victim.
So far Rigsby, Van Pelt, and Lisbon had visited him. Jane was, of course, missing from their get togethers. Not that Kimball was surprised. He knew the other man well enough by now to know that he was not a fan of hospitals. He couldn't fault him for not coming.
He couldn't think about that. No amount of understanding would stop it from stinging a little that he hadn't come. Which was something else that would drive him insane if he laid there thinking about it.
Back to the others on the team. They didn't have much time to stay to chat since they were working and he was either asleep or with his family, but they made sure he knew that they were going to catch the guy. After a week of nothing he wasn't exactly hopeful.
From what he had gathered from their conversations he and four other officers had been shot. Two of them had been killed on the scene, one had died on the way to the hospital, and the other had only been grazed.
Everyone on the force wanted this guys head on the silver platter. Not that Kimball could blame them. That was exactly what he wanted as well. Though he still had to wonder why the guy had stuck around to kill the police that were there.
Before he could get any further the door opened once more. Instantly his eyes closed once more as if he was asleep. It might not be his family, but if it was he did not want to deal with them anymore that day.
"I know you're faking," an amused Jane offered from the door way, "But I can go if you want."
"No," Kimball croaked out before coughing to clear his throat, "No, I thought you were someone else."
"Nurses giving you a hard time?"
"Family."
With an understanding nod the older man slowly made his way to the bed and stood over Kimball. The blue eyes looked so much darker than normal as they roamed over his body. It was so odd to see the man look like that.
It wasn't the first time, of course. Kimball knew that Patrick could end up being one of the scariest men if he truly wanted to. He was simply good at making sure that no one knew what he was thinking unless he wanted them to.
When he had first met him that had been a little concerning. Kimball made it him mission to be the one that protected the team. He might not be the leader, but he knew he could take a hit better than any of them could. That was his job and he was happy to do it.
No matter what way you spun it the faux-psychic was an unpredictable variable. That made him dangerous to everything that the agent tried to keep safe. Hell, somehow that made him even more dangerous to himself.
A part of Kimball used to think that it would be first the best if the man hadn't joined the team. That was before he had gotten to know him though. Before he realized just how much he had grown to care for the man.
"I'm sorry for not coming sooner," Patrick finally spoke again taking a seat on the small couch, "I'm not a fan of these places."
"Understandable," Kimball agreed calmly.
"I should have come."
"I survived."
There was just enough of a tease in the dry remark that had the older man smiling. It was one of the smiles that was reserved for something that actually did amuse him. Which, despite how much he smiled, didn't happen often.
"I'm glad to know that my absence didn't hinder your healing in any way," Patrick replied back with a shake of his head before his eyes dropped to the floor, "I am sorry though."
"It's fine, Patrick," Kimball offered not fully understanding what was going on in the man's head, "I'm fine."
"You were shot. You were shot because I was too blind to see that the shooter would still be there."
"What?"
A sigh fell from Patrick's lips before he looked up. The darkness was hidden better in his eyes, but Kimball could still see it. That was the look that he was much more used to seeing. Darkness and sadness hidden behind everything else.
Sometimes the younger man wanted to question him further on why what went on in his mind. He always thought better of it though. If Patrick wanted to talk to him than he would talk to him. At least he hoped he would.
There was always going to be a part of Kimball that worried about his lover. Not just when they were out in the field, but whenever the man was too caught up in his thoughts. Nothing would ever change that.
In the end there was also nothing he could do but keep the man alive. Which sometimes he wondered if he was doing. There were more ways to die than just having your heart stop beating. He knew that all too well.
"Patrick?" Kimball questioned when no answer came forth.
"I said that that shooter was long gone," Patrick smiled sadly, "I should have known that he was still there. That it was lure for him to go after the police."
"You're not psychic."
"I know that. That doesn't change the fact that I misread the situation."
"Everyone did."
"Not everyone is me. I misread the situation and you paid for it."
"I survived."
A chuckle left the man's lips at that. Slowly he lifted his hand until it was resting next to Kimball's. With a shadow of a smile the agent moved his own hand closer so their finger tips brushed against one another.
"Never change, Kimball," Patrick offered the amusement back in his voice, "Never change."