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Two-Meet Mira

Beep…Beep…Beep

His eyes fluttered underneath his lids as he turned his head to the side on the hospital-standard pillow. A small headache began to stab at the back of his skull. Repeatedly prodding. He breathed in, everything smelled sanitary…and like sickness to him…and cinnamon? The familiar…feminine scent of cinnamon could only mean one thing and one thing only. Lisbon. He felt his forehead wrinkle as he scrunched up his nose. He lifted his head, cursing silently as the pain in his neck suddenly appeared as the pain in the back of his head exploded. He quickly pulled his eyes shut, mouth turning downwards into a frown. Internally, he found himself groaning once more.

He must have slept funny.

Turning his head and resting it carefully on the pillow, he sighed. He blinked his eyes and let them focus on the current lighting. The pain slowly subsiding, but still present. It soon became annoyingly dull, more tolerable at least. He saw flowers, a small get well balloon stuck in the middle of them, full of vibrant colours. Grace had been here, he didn't understand why though, he never was gone. He never is.

He heard the door slide open and the sound of heels against the linoleum floor clicked as they moved across the room. The door hitting the sealed frame was the next thing his senses registered. Seconds passed before a small, delicate hand wrapped around the railing on the bed as a body leaned over. The knuckles becoming more pronounced as the hand held on tighter. He blinked and smiled slightly, recognizing the blue-eyed blonde woman before him.

"What happened this time Patrick?" she smiled slightly, reaching back and brushing a stray lock behind her pointed ear, "Tick someone off, get another hole put in ya?" he shrugged uncomfortably before he attempted to pull himself into a sitting position. She continued to smirk before him, hand on one hip now.

"What day is it?"

She pulled back, crossing her arms over her chest, "Wednesday," she said firmly, "You've managed to be out for two whole days. I keep on seeing this tall redhead with a fine piece of man along with her…" her line of sight drifted off towards the wall.

"Mira…" he shushed the petite woman before him, she smirked softly before she uncrossed her arms, placed them at her sides, and paced before his bed.

"You're being discharged on Friday, lucky you, sooner than I had originally thought," he shrugged as readjusted the height of the bed, folding it so he could lean against it.

"Meh, they're tired of me already," Mira was silent for a few moments before shaking her head slightly, allowing her blonde hair to fall down her back and over her ears before walking out of the room. She paused at the door, clutching its white frame tightly, "What?" Jane asked her, now fully preparing himself for a witty remark.

She turned slightly, tilting her head towards him. At first Jane was shocked by her initial facial expression. She seemed pained, confused. Almost as if she wanted to yell at him about something else now. Not once in all of his years of experience with this woman had he ever seen her angry with him…well actually that wasn't true. There has been a few other occurrences….but they usually happened when he did something really stupid, "Why must you be so reckless?" he blinked, what did she mean?

He wasn't a reckless person.

He just made quick decisions that impacted his safety…it wasn't like it could kill him or anything. Nothing could kill him. He has known that fact for years, nothing has been able to kill him. So far he has been stabbed multiple times, shot only a few, supposedly 'drowned', and has even been hanged by a noose. Not once has he ever been killed.

Well, no one currently alive could…

"You jumped in front of a bullet, getting hit yourself," she paused, moving towards him with such quick grace and ferocity, "We keep on having to relocate because you are supposed to die whenever something like this happens! If you weren't immortal then maybe you wouldn't be so reckless!"

He cocked his head to the side, "Well, I am sorry that I will not die," the cold look in her eyes flickered, making his stomach uneasy. Mira was powerful, he knew that. Hell everyone knew so, yet she was not strong enough to reverse what had happened years ago when he had first recruited her.

He also truly hasn't this much ferocity from Mira in years; she's always been cool and calm. Mira has always had such a peaceful way about her, rarely showing anger at him for his actions. He really did not see it as his fault that he was shot in the first place, if he hadn't gotten shot…then Lisbon would have died. He saw that as a probable cause.

"And would you rather me not save Lisbon? She would have died!"

Mira stepped closer, hands clutching tightly onto the railing once more, "I'm tired of moving around," her voice was low, dangerous. Fire flashed into her eyes, a feeling of dread felt its way into the pit of his stomach as this woman overlooked him, "I hate having to start over! Has that thought ever occurred to you before?!"

He leaned closer to her, he had never wanted to use this tone of voice with her, and he's never had to. She's always done what he says for the most part, not once has she ever been insubordinate, "Then get away from me."

"Then I will be stuck like this forever," Mira hated this, being immortal. Every time either one of them would screw up, they would have to leave what they had previously called home, she was not allowed by the council to have any romance life, always keeping her in a blunt cynical mood. They left the people they had grown to love behind countless times throughout the past few centuries they have lived.

With disgust, the woman pushed herself away from him completely. She turned on her heel and walked through the door, brushing past another petite figure with dark auburd hair. The figure gazed after Mira for a few seconds, rasing an eyebrow upwards before sliding the door open. She looked inside, green eyes dancing around the room before landing on his figure.

"Jane?"

His eyes met with hers, he nodded, "Hm, yes?" she stepped in, shutting the door behind her. She walked towards him, reaching for the seemingly plush chair and pulled it closer to his bed. The only sound he really heard was the sound of the chair moving, instantly bringing his headache back to him.

"How are you feeling?" she plopped herself down in the chair and crossed her hands over her lap. She chewed on her bottom lip, watching his facial expressions intently, eyes dancing around and following his body's every move.

He nodded at her, "Fine," she cocked her head to one side, contemplating whether or not she should ask him further questions, "Just a little tired," he reached to find the button on the bed, in hopes for it to be put down so it would seem as if he were as tired as he was telling her.

Lisbon blinked, leaning forward and offering him a small smile, "Who was the woman?" she asked him remembering the fiery young woman charging through the glass doors with such fervor.

"A friend of mine, she's a really good girl."

"She looks young," actually she had a couple hundred years on the woman before him. The sad thing was, he could not tell her the truth. It was forbidden. It would have been forbidden for him to even have knowledge of all this, but ever since he became immortal, he was given the right to have such knowledge.

"Yes, I've known her a long time," he wanted to be careful, as obviously known, Lisbon could not know of his true age. Nor could she know of Mira's actual species. The woman was not human, despite how human she appeared. In reality, she was half Elven half Witch. That itself was considered a huge offense. If Lisbon were to find out, her memory would either be erased, or she would have to be imprisoned within the council. Ultimately he would be imprisoned as well for all eternity.

Lisbon raised both her eyebrows, drawing her mouth into a thin line, "What was she so angry about?" he had really hoped she had not caught onto that. To his fantastic luck, she had, "She seemed rather bothered by a few things."

"It's nothing," he knew very well that Lisbon would not let it go, she would attempt to pry into this. He had already expressed that he did not talk to many people from his past, and after saying he has 'known her for a long time' gave Lisbon the exact idea that he actually did talk to people from his past. But in reality, Mira wasn't someone from his past. She is someone in the present-she has been for centuries.

"What's her name," Lisbon leaned back into the chair, crossing her arms over her chest, "Could you at least tell me that much?" there was a sort of harsh tone to her voice, making him cringe at the feeling of unease climbing in the pit of his stomach.

Also, what was Mira's last name nowadays? Oh, that's right: Calkins.

"Mira Calkins," Lisbon nodded slowly, "She's in college right now, Sacramento State," it was also her fifth college she's been to in her life. To her it was really quite annoying-usually she would go into high school for the last two years before entering college for the next four. Usually that would mean they would start over after that, unless she decided to wait a year or two out of college to have a small job here and there, "A junior."

Lisbon's head fell forward then back again. She did not look too convinced about who Mira actually was. Yes, he was lying about the woman-only for everyone's benefit. He had no intention to 'screw Lisbon over', despite what she might be thinking.

"How's the case going?"

She shifted in the chair, pressing her elbow into its arm, "It's going well I guess, when I left Cho had just finished speaking to Matthew Wells," she paused, "He witnessed the shooting and we thought anything would be helpful."

"Tall and bald guy?"

"Yeah, he was pretty shaken up when we brought him in for questioning."

He leaned back more firm against the pillows, "Ah, a guilty conscience maybe?" he clenched his jaw, eyes dancing around the wall, "Nah, that's too simple. He's just at the wrong place, wrong time. Nothing too major. Probably just late for work," Lisbon nodded in confirmation, mouth drawn into a thin line. She shut her eyes, head falling backwards before she caught herself. Her forehead wrinkled slightly, her brows pulling themselves together like a magnetic force, "You okay?"

Her eyes opened, she allowed them to blink for a few moments, "Yeah," she brought her hand up to her forehead, massaging her temples in a slow, circular motion, "Just came at me all of a sudden," she winced, pinching at her temples now. Her brow quivered, she whimpered softly. He raised his own eyebrows, now suddenly full of concern.

"Will you excuse me?" he nodded at her as she gripped both arms of the chair and pushed it backward as she stood up. Not so gracefully, she clambered towards the door, hands slipping once they came into contact with the hard plastic handle. She struggled, hands continuing to fall off before gripping it fully and pushing it open with a soft unladylike grunt.

He watched after her until she disappeared around a corner. That was strange, what had suddenly happened…Mira. Just wonderful, the half Elven woman did not take well to Lisbon hanging around at such frequency, but never has she actually met or spoken to the petite agent. Yet why was she so judgmental?

Speaking of the devil, the woman he was speaking of slid into the room, delicately sliding the door closed. Her eyes followed her hands as she slowly made her way towards his bed. He continued to sit back, arms now folded over his chest as he gazed at her intently.

"Was that really necessary?"

Mira stopped in the middle of the floor and shifted her footing, both of her arms hanging loosely at her sides, "What was?" her blue irises grew wide as she faked incompetence.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he spoke firmly, making sure his voice would not waver, "Why did you give her a migraine like that?"

"I needed her out of the room…"

"Why?" his voice sounded slightly harsh even to his own ears, "Why would you need her out of the room?"

Mira looked down, her eyes looking at the cracks in the tile floor. Her lips parted slowly, her eyes narrowing as she slowly brought them back up to Jane. She stepped back softly, eyes opening up once more. Her mouth opened, her eyes searched the room once more.

"Because she's more powerful than I am," Mira suddenly jerked her head to the side, eyes once more narrowing, her entire body stiffening. The sound of the door sliding open again and the soft steps entering room made everyone stop, "Oh hello, you must be Teresa Lisbon, Patrick's told me a lot about you," she faked a smile, swiftly making her way towards Lisbon.

"You must be Mira," the woman smiled.

"Your headache better?" Lisbon's eyes enlarged slightly, she took a step backwards, "Patrick told me a few seconds ago, really horrible that you had such a terrible migraine like that."

"Mira!" Jane hissed causing her to look over her shoulder, hair flipping over as well. She smiled at Jane, mouthing 'We'll talk later' before she slipped out the door, sliding it back closed before swiftly moving down the hospital corridors.

Jane definitely knew that Mira was the cause of Lisbon's migraine. But what did she mean by 'She's more powerful than I am'? How would Lisbon hold any sort of power?