A/N: Yes, you've seen right: this chapter is really short, but I tried to stretch it yet that didn't work out anymore... And I wanted to make it longer but I cut it like this because it just felt right. And I'm sorry if I disappoint you with this chapter, really!

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To say the doctor was angry at Jane was an understatement: ripping out his IV, walking before it was allowed, not to mention the fact that the drugs Jane had taken could still kill him, and then engaging an unconscious patient into a death grip. No, the doctor was furious.

But despite his rational hate, he couldn't keep the blonde man away from the brunette, even if he wanted to. Everybody could see how happy the man was to finally see this woman again.

Jane was now sitting on a chair next to Lisbon's bed, holding her hand. There was an IV in Jane's arm again, the liquid hanging on a walking frame. At least one of the team had to stay with Jane in case he decided he wanted to walk – which they found highly unlikely. Only if they would fight for it, were they able to get him away from Lisbon. Which was a problem, really, because of the drugs in his system that needed be washed out of it, but since he was being stubborn, that would probably take longer than the doctors would've wanted.

Jane was still softly crying, but everybody could notice that even only seeing Lisbon made the whole depression Jane'd been in disappear. There was nothing from that 'good, depressed little boy' in sight. They saw a sad Jane, but he was now on the same level of 'sadness' the team was on. Which was really more excitement than actual sadness, and the tears were of all the adrenaline.

"Why is she in a coma?" asked Jane when a nurse went to check on Lisbon again.

"The impact of the crash did a lot to her body. She seems to be a strong woman, and the place of where she was sitting in the plane helped a lot too. But you might know that all other passengers have died in the crash. It's a miracle that she's still breathing. Being unconscious is only logical."

Jane looked at Lisbon again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"And why is she in this hospital? The plane didn't crash here."

"No, it didn't. She had a badge of the California Bureau of Investigation with her, from which we took the conclusion that she works in this state. As soon as the doctors in Milwaukee had done enough surgery so she was in a stable situation, they brought her here. It would only be easier for her family to look for her."

Jane nodded. "Will she wake up?"

The nurse shrugged.

"We're not sure. Maybe, maybe not. Her situation hasn't changed much over the past few days."

"Really?"

"To be frank, I don't think she will ever wake up."

Jane's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jane," the nurse apologized, and walked out of the room. Rigsby scolded the woman. For the love of God, why would you say something like that if you could see the man loved Lisbon, and didn't want her to die 'again'.

Jane's tears fell irregular again, and Rigsby sighed. Jane stood, and bent over the bed again.

"No, Teresa," he cried. Rigsby came to stand behind Jane and placed a hand on Jane's shoulder.

"I think it's best that you go back to your room again, Jane. Lisbon will still be here when you come back. Sleep is important too, you know. You almost died. Twice in the last week. Come."

Jane took in a deep breath, and then nodded.

It was of no use to cry next to her bed now. She would probably be unable to hear him anyway, so he would only make himself and the people around him sad – not that he didn't already.

-YulianaHenderson-

Jane knew full well that the chance of Lisbon waking up was so very small that he should really just stop hoping, but he couldn't help but look at that little shining bright light at the end of the depression tunnel. Who knew? After all, he fell in love with Teresa Lisbon, though he'd never had expected to do that.

He had seen in that first moment he'd met the feisty team-leader, that she was quite the beautiful woman. Of course, he hadn't really wanted to acknowledge such thoughts, since that could distract him from his important task at hand; Red John.

But hey, he was a man, and despite his red-blurred mind, he was still a man. A man who couldn't deny beautiful, shiny things.

And Teresa Lisbon: she was exactly that kind of thing.

He should really hate her, for distracting her, for being so attractive, but he knew it was so not her fault. It was all his.

Jane sighed, quickly running a hand through his hair, and then looked at the fluids that were slowly being pumped into his veins. Because of his biofeedback, the medicines didn't really relax him. It did work to calm down the pills in his body, but that was about it.

He looked at his left hand.

The golden wedding band that had once stood for heart-felt promises. For love, trust, loyalty.

He had failed to protect her. He had failed so hard. He would never get to fix that again.

And he failed to protect Lisbon too. Though she wasn't dead, it was only yet.

The ring started burning, as if it knew that now was the time to be useless. He quickly pulled it off, and felt almost a literal weight falling off his shoulders.

He looked at the ring; it was worn, definitely. There were scratches all over the thing.

He reached for the drawer of the desk next to his bed, and got the velvet box out of it. He opened it.

His mind hadn't been completely clear of mind when he'd bought it. Hell, if he had been, he wouldn't have done it in the first place.

But he had to admit; his subconscious mind had taste for rings. It was an antique one, a diamond shaped in a round in the middle.

It hurt to just look at it. Not because he didn't want to have it, because he did, but the thought that he might never be able to give it to her made his heart clench.

He looked around; no nurse around, no one of the team around.

He quickly got out of bed, and ran into Lisbon's room without anyone noticing, and stood beside her bed, the ring in his right hand, and one of her hands in his left hand.

"Hey, Teresa," he said, but sighed when she didn't respond to him. He sat down beside the bed, but remaining her little hand in his.

"I... Look," he said, feeling a bit awkward to talk to an unconscious Lisbon, but it was better than not at all. He raised his hand, and showed the ring.

"Do you like it? I know you don't, you would probably say it's stupid, and too expensive anyway. But... I want you to have it. Even if I can't hear you say yes yet. I just... It will make it easier for me to cope, do you understand that? Everything has been so hectic... For crying out loud, Lisbon, I almost killed myself twice. Do you like that? Of course not, too much of Shakespeare... I love you, Teresa, and I... I want you to be my wife. And I know it's stupid to tell you now, because you can't hear me and you can't reply to it in any way... But it makes it easier for me, like I said. I can't stand losing you. Not as Lisbon. Not again. I've lost Lisbon already, I can't lose Teresa too."

Jane chuckled humorlessly.

"That sounds poetic. But it's true. I...," Jane said, but stopped. This was stupid. He switched her hand, now holding her left hand. He slid the ring down her finger, and felt tears stinging in his eyes.

"God, Teresa, you make everything so difficult. I... never figured I would do that again. God...," he said, the last word more like a whisper. He wiped at his eyes.

"Dammit, Teresa! Why was it you? Why couldn't it have been me? You are strong, I'm sure you could live without me. I can't live without you, dammit!"

Jane took in a deep breath before he would cry or harm himself or Lisbon. She couldn't have that now.

He sighed, stood and brushed her cheek.

"I love you, Teresa," he whispered, and placed a kiss on her forehead.

He looked at her hand, which he had subconsciously placed on her tummy. He smiled faintly.

"Don't dare take that off before I speak to you, Teresa."

He sighed, and turned around, walking back to his room. He was talking with a comatose patient.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Jane?" Van Pelt asked as she walked into his room. Jane looked up, and nodded.

"That's my name."

"Do you... do you have anything to do with the ring on Lisbon's finger?"

"I do, yes."

"Jane..."

"Yes, Van Pelt?"

"Stop this, Jane! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Jane glared at Van Pelt. She just continued to look angry at him, and he knew she was genuinely angry.

"I'm in love with Teresa, that's what's wrong with me! I want her to be my wife-"

"But she's in a coma, Jane!"

"And I know that, I'm not stupid! Have you ever realized how difficult it is for me? I have been in love with her for so long, and just when I started thinking about marrying her, she gets in a plane crash and ends up in a coma in the hospital. Dammit, Grace, don't you understand?"

Van Pelt shook her head, looking at Jane as if he'd just grown a second head.

"No, Jane, I don't. I know that you're in love with her, but don't you think she needs to agree with marrying you before you put a ring on her? Jeez, Jane, you're insane-"

"Insanely in love with Teresa, yes-"

"Stop that, would you?" she yelled, before she took in a deep, calm breath and sat down on one of the chairs in the room.

"If... If you're gonna be like this for the rest of your life, I'm not sure I can cope with being around you then. Don't get me wrong, I care about you, but this is killing me too, Jane. She was my best friend, and I know nearly everything about her. She doesn't want to be forced into anything, she has been forced into things way too many times in her life and it's a trauma. I believe she does love you, but I don't believe she would want to marry you under these circumstances and dammit Jane! Dammit! I don't like discussing the boss' life, especially not with you."

She leant back into her chair, and threw her head back.

"I may be delusional, but there's only one thing that can save the Boss. And you know what that is. And yes, I've read too many fairytales, but since you almost killed yourself twice and now proposed to a comatose Lisbon, I believe nothing is strange anymore. At least you could try. But I'm not going to save your ass ever again, have done so too many times now and I'm tired of it. Maybe Rigsby can accompany you, but I highly doubt that. You're on your own on this one, you got it? Like you've always been concerning Lisbon. I don't want to interfere in your "relationship", if that's what you want to call it."

"I know, Grace-"

"My name is Van Pelt," she said, matter-of-factly, turned around and left the room.

Well that was unexpected.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Mr. Jane, we know it's a tough decision to make, but someone has to do it, and considering you are her fiancée, and therefore the closest of the people present, we want to hear it from you," the doctor said, and Jane closed his eyes.

It had been three days since he'd put the ring on Lisbon's finger. In his mind, he was her fiancée now, and that was what he told people. He wondered if they knew that it wasn't true.

The doctors had given up hope. So fast already. Her brain wasn't responding anymore, they determined she was officially brain-dead. Jane didn't give up hope yet, but everybody else did and that made him very angry.

He looked at Lisbon briefly, who looked exactly alike all the other days he'd been at her side in the hospital: peaceful, but very, very unconscious.

Jane took in a deep breath, before he faced the doctor, and nodded.
"It's... alright. Do it."

The doctor nodded, and was about to motion to the waiting doctors and nurses, when a thought occurred to him.

"Don't you want to say goodbye?"

Jane looked at the team, who averted their eyes. Honestly, he had hurt them more than enough, and they were going to lose their boss too. Their best friend, their hero, their idol. They knew Jane suffered 'more', but it grew really tiring.

Jane sighed, and nodded.

He walked over to the bed, and looked down at Lisbon.
"I love you, Lisbon. And I don't like it one bit that I'm going to lose you once again. But... but it's for the best. You wouldn't get a humane life, and after all, that's all you deserve. But you're an angel, and you... you should be in heaven now, Teresa. Like a real angel should be. Don't doubt how much I love you, my love. Because I really love you. Goodbye, my sweet," Jane whispered, inches away from her face, and he could swear he saw her eyes flutter. Probably just the feelings.

He bowed down, and placed a small kiss on Lisbon's lips – strange, their first kiss would be their last, and left the room, nodding towards the doctors to unplug Lisbon's breathing machines.

Jane joined the team, but not showing his sadness because he knew they hurt too, and he didn't want to draw all the attention to himself.

When they were on the hall though, they heard the doctor doctor screaming Jane's name.

Jane turned around instantly.

"No, I don't want to be there-"

Jane was cut off by the man grabbing his arm and pulling him with him into Lisbon's room.
"I told you, I don't-"

Jane almost collapsed when he saw what was wrong – or more, right; her eyes were opened.

Despite his weak feeling legs, he ran to her bed.

He gently stroked her cheeks, and the emerald eyes that were already slightly opened shot open all the way.

"Jane?"

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