The line went dead.

Jane prayed that it was because she was calling the police. He pulled into the driveway of the house. There wasn't any other cars around that were different to when he left, he was sure about that.

He took a deep breath. He needed a plan - most importantly, a weapon. She had to have something somewhere in the car. He searched under the seats and in the door pockets. As he popped open the glovebox, he saw the handle of a gun. Finally! He was vaguely aware of how to use it; all guns were somewhat the same, right?

Gun in hand, Jane jumped out of the car. The front door was closed, so Jane took the opportunity to hide his body to one side of the surrounding wall, following what he'd seen the team do a million times over the years. He raised the gun to his chest, then pushed the door open, peeking around the door.

It was empty. No one was inside the house as far as he could see. Either that meant they'd left in the minute between the end of the phone call and him arriving, or they were further inside. And closer to Lisbon.

He moved on, making as little noise as possible, trying to hear for any sounds.

There were none. Jane first skirted around every room other than the bedroom, but nothing was out of place. Nothing had been moved or broken, and nothing had been left behind. Something was very, very wrong.

Slowly, he entered the bedroom, terrified about what he was possibly about to find.

He was alerted of faint crying from the other side of the bed. "Teresa?" he spoke quietly, walking around to see her.

Surprisingly, at the sound of his voice, she jumped then cowered away from his impending form.

"Please don't shoot me. Please don't shoot me!" she pleaded, her head turned away and her hands raised in defence.

"Teresa? It's okay. You're safe."

"I'm-I'm sorry! Just take whatever you want and leave! I haven't called the police, you can escape and-"

"Lisbon! It's me, Jane!" He was thoroughly confused as to why she hadn't realised it was him yet. He leaned forward to touch her shoulder, but she whimpered out in alarm, wriggling back.

She was crying uncontrollably at this stage. "I'm sorry for lying about why I was in jail. I'm sorry for getting you caught. Please, just let me go. Don't hurt me."

It stressed Jane to see her like this. He dropped the gun on the bed and crouched down next to her, quickly putting his hands on her shoulders.

Suddenly, it was like a spell had been lifted. Lisbon looked around, rivers of tears streaming down her face, her whole body quivering. "Jane? Where did they go? What-"

"Teresa… no one was here. The front door was unlocked but no one was in the house."

She looked at him, her face contorted in horror. "Jane… what's happening to me?"


"You've reached the 911 Ambulance Service, state your emergency."

His voice was quiet. He didn't want her to hear.

"My girlfriend was recently in a car accident where she sustained a head injury, and…" He hesitated. He didn't want to admit it.

"Yes, sir?"

"She's just had a severe episode where she auditory and visually hallucinated. It's the first time this has happened."

"We're sending a vehicle out now."


A/N - Hey guys :) Thanks for the reviews. Sorry this one is so short too, next chapter is still in progress but will be much longer. In case you're still confused, remember that Marie and Cole don't actually exist - they were part of Lisbon's coma.