A/N: So, here it is, the unplanned chapter two! This is a thank you to everybody who reviewed, and everyone who asked for a second chapter. And a special shout out to GSRFanatic123 for asking for a second chapter "pretty please with Jisbon on top". That made me smile. So... yeah. Everybody seemed to like it, especially the Rigsby/vomit (LOL!) Let's see... I completely lost my train of thought. There were a couple things I was going to say... GAH! Okay, one is that in a review, someone mentioned that last chapter seemed to be lacking in the Cho department. I'm sorry 'bout that, and I tried to make up for it with this chapter. I think I added more of everybody... at least in the beginning! So this is it, the second (and FINAL) chapter. Seriously, I don't want to add more to it, so please don't ask me too. This one was okay, I like it, and I think it adds more to the story. But any more after this... I don't know, I'm afraid it'll get too tedious, and take away from what I've got here. Sorry, but that's my view on that subject. Yes, I realize it took me a little while to get this up (especially considering the fact that I finished most of it pretty quickly.) But, like i said before, I was hugely busy with finals, and also rehearsal for the musical I'm in. I suppose I could've posted yesterday (a Friday) because I was done with finals, it was a half day, and I had the afternoon and the house to myself. But, rather than do something productive, I watched a little TV, then fell asleep to a movie, and continued to sleep for at least four hours! (It sure was nice.) But now, since finals are done, rehearsal is over for the day, and I'm not going anywhere until seven tonight, I figured you guys have waited long enough. Enjoy part two! -GG17 (PS, Finals went pretty well, in case anyone cares/is curious. The worst one by far was English. The easiest? Hmm... Orchestra or Theatre tech. And the two that were easier than I expected were Spanish and Chem. PPS, also if anyone cares/is curious, the musical we're doing is Oklahoma! and I am in the chorus as well as on the stage crew. Just so I don't get reviews asking me about this stuff!)

Disclaimer: STILL do not own Patrick Jane or his coworkers. And I don't have his mad detective skills either... shame.

What Goes Around Comes Around

A few days later…

Patrick Jane, having sufficiently recovered from his cold, strode confidently into the office, right on time. All that remained of his prior misery was a slightly reddened nose, and the need for an occasional tissue. His clothes were pressed, his eyes were bright, and he had even returned to his normal sleep pattern – or rather, lack of sleep pattern.

The sight that met his eyes as he entered the office was a familiar one. Cho and Rigsby were having a petty argument about something or other. From what he could see in their body language, Cho was right, and confidently so. Rigsby knew that Cho was right – he had probably known this for over five minutes now – but he wasn't giving up his argument, for fear of looking stupid in front of Van Pelt. The latter was sitting at a desk behind her arguing colleagues and pretending to be annoyed with them, while desperately trying to keep a smile off of her face. She also knew that Rigsby was wrong, but she was amused by him, a fact she was probably denying to herself at that very moment.

Jane sighed contentedly. Yes, it was good to be back to the norm. But something was missing from this otherwise ordinary scene.

"Where's Lisbon?" Jane inquired, interrupting the argument.

Van Pelt, Cho, and Rigsby all looked up, surprised.

"Feeling better?" Van Pelt smiled.

"Much better, thank you," Jane replied politely, with all the charm of a true gentleman.

"Bet Lisbon had something to do with that," Cho muttered to Rigsby, plenty loud enough for Jane and Van Pelt to hear.

"Bet I had something to do with it," Rigsby countered. "Or did you forget who Lisbon forced to clean up after him?"

"Speaking of Lisbon," Jane interrupted, before the two had a chance to start arguing again. "Where is she?"

Everyone shrugged.

"I haven't seen her since she left yesterday," Van Pelt said.

Jane frowned. "It's not like her to be late."

"Maybe she overslept," Rigsby offered, but Jane shook his head as the words had barely left his mouth.

"Lisbon is organized almost to the point of obsessive-compulsiveness, and she's a stickler for rules. She wouldn't just oversleep."

"Everybody has off days," Rigsby mumbled, a feeble attempt to defend his idea.

Then Cho piped up. "You know, she didn't look very good yesterday."

"What do you mean by 'not very good'?" Jane asked, looking a little more concerned than he'd intended.

"Um, well, she seemed tired, that's all. Like, worn out tired, not sleepy tired," replied Cho, a little uncomfortable under Jane's scrutinizing eyes.

"Hm… She didn't feel well… hmm…" Jane murmured to himself. Turning on his heel, he pulled out his cell phone and walked quickly out of the office.

"Wait, where are you going?" called a confused Rigsby.

Jane stepped back into the office just long enough to give a smile and a wink.

"So… where is he going?" Rigsby asked again.

"Obviously he's going to check on Lisbon," Cho said.

"How is that obvious?"

Van Pelt sighed and rolled her eyes as another argument broke out.

RING! RING!

Lisbon groaned. What was that annoying noise? It was ruining the moment. They had just caught Red John. Now, a grinning Jane was asking her to have dinner with him.

RING! RING!

The noise continued. It was becoming hard to hear Jane talk. Slowly, his body faded, until he vanished completely.

RING! RING!

Lisbon woke with a start. She had the nagging sensation one gets when they realize they were dreaming, but have no idea what they were dreaming about. But she had more important things to worry about. And number one on the 'more important' list was that her phone was ringing. Who in the world would be calling her this early in the morning?

"Hello?" she answered hoarsely. She turned away from the phone and coughed into her elbow.

"Lisbon?"

"Jane?"

"Hi." She could hear him smiling patronizingly.

"What do you want, Jane?" Lisbon could barely speak.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked her.

"No… but I know it's early. My alarm clock hasn't even gone off yet. Why?"

"I'm on my way to your house."

"What?" she exclaimed, her scratchy voice jumping an octave. She coughed again before continuing. Her voice was quiet, so much so that its threatening quality was all but lost. "Jane, if this is about Red John, I swear I'll kill you." Then her tone softened. "Look, I know it's hard for you, but please, at least try to get some sleep. We'll talk more at the office, okay?"

"Lisbon, look at the clock," Jane replied calmly, not reacting to anything she had said. He waited a moment before hearing the exclamation he was expecting.

"What the hell! It's nine fifty-six!"

"Really? My watch says ten-oh-two."

"Stop it, Jane. This isn't funny."

"Don't get up, Lisbon. Just stay where you are; I'm almost there." He sounded as patronizing as ever.

"I said stop it. I can't believe I slept through my alarm!" Jane could hear her moving around, opening dresser drawers. "I'm coming as fast as I can. Tell the others I'll be there soon. Why the hell am I still on the phone with you?"

"Don't hang up, Lisbon. And don't get dressed. Assuming you're wearing pajamas of some sort, that is. Like I said, I'm almost there."

"Wait, what? Why are you coming here?"

"To check on you. The others are worried."

"Well, tell them not to be! I'm fine, I just –" she broke off and coughed again.

"Calm down, Lisbon," Jane said. She could hear something on his end of the phone, a sort of scratching sound.

"Are you having trouble with your phone?" Lisbon asked.

"No. Now, lie back down."

"What if I am lying down?"

"You aren't."

Lisbon sighed exaggeratedly, and walked over to her bed, pushing on it with her hand to make it sound like she was lying down. "Fine. Any other orders?"

"You're not lying down," Jane said, his tone so smug it was almost singsong.

"Now how could you possibly know that?"

"Maybe I really am psychic," a voice laughed behind her.

Lisbon screamed hoarsely and dropped her phone as she spun around to face the intruder. Jane was leaning casually against the doorframe, a lopsided smile on his face.

Lisbon's eyes shone with nothing less than fury. This was largely due to the fact that she had been caught in her bedroom, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and sweats. The fact that it was Jane who had caught her like this was even more upsetting.

"Relax," Jane said, before Lisbon could say a word. He closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket before walking over to Lisbon.

"What are you doing here?" Lisbon demanded as she knelt to pick up her phone.

"Checking on you, like I said." His appraised her for a moment before making a tutting noise with his tongue. "Lisbon, you don't look so good," he said, sounding like a father teasing a young girl who knows she's done something wrong. Then Jane laughed to himself.

"And what, dare I ask, is so funny?"

"You appear to have a cold, Lisbon." He sighed. "And I thought you never got sick. Oh well. You know what they say. 'What goes around comes around', right?"

Lisbon glared at him. Her stare was broken by another coughing fit.

Jane walked over to her, taking her gently by the arm and leading her to her bed. "Here, lie down. On your side would be best. Lying on your back isn't a good idea when you have a cough. I'll be right back with a glass of water, okay?" And he was out the door before Lisbon could say a word.

"How did you get in here?" Lisbon asked when Jane returned with the water.

Jane shrugged. "The door was unlocked."

"Was not! I locked it last night before I went to bed." She looked at him for a moment. Then she gasped. "You! You picked the lock, didn't you? That was the sound I heard from your phone!"

"Guilty as charged," Jane smiled.

"You're a jerk, you know that? A big, fat jerk!"

"Well, this big fat jerk is the one who's taking care of you, so watch what you say."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me." Lisbon started coughing again.

Jane handed her the glass of water. "Sure you don't."

"You know, it's probably your fault that I'm sick," Lisbon pointed out.

"Oh, I don't doubt that. Of course it's my fault. I'm the one who got sick first, and you're the one who spent the past couple days taking care of me," Jane stated matter-of-factly.

"You make that sound like a bad thing."

"Well, maybe not bad, per se. Unnecessary, certainly, but not bad. Of course, if you had just let me stay home like I wanted to, you wouldn't even be sick right now."

Lisbon scowled. "You ungrateful little… Maybe I should throw up in your lap, see how you like it!"

"I didn't throw up in your lap!" Jane protested.

"Close enough!"

"You didn't even clean it up! You made Rigsby do it! If anyone should be angry about my throwing up, it's him!"

Lisbon sighed in defeat and rested her head against her pillow.

Minutes passed in almost complete silence, apart from Lisbon's coughing. After awhile, her eyelids started to droop, and Jane's mind started to wander. Without really realizing what he was doing, he began running his fingers absentmindedly through Lisbon's hair.

"Mmmm…" Lisbon murmured.

"What? Didn't catch that," Jane said.

"I was just wondering…" Lisbon spoke slowly, her speech slurred with sleepiness. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did," Jane pointed out.

Lisbon sighed. "You know what I mean."

"Sure."

"What were you dreaming about?"

Jane frowned, confused. "When was I dreaming?" he asked, wondering if it was Lisbon who was dreaming, and if she had begun to talk in her sleep.

"The other day, when you were sick. You passed out, and we moved you to the couch, and you had a dream. Well, more like a nightmare."

"Did I now?" Jane asked patronizingly.

"Yeah," Lisbon muttered. "It seemed really bad, too. You kept tossing and turning. And you talked a little bit."

"Really?" This time, Jane's surprise was genuine.

"Mm-hmm. You didn't say much. Mostly it was just the word 'no'. And once you said 'I don't want to'."

"Interesting."

"So, what were you dreaming about?"

Jane looked at her. She looked back expectantly through half-closed eyes.

"You really want to know what I was dreaming about?"

Lisbon nodded.

Jane thought for a moment, then seemed to make up his mind. He sighed. "I was dreaming about Red John."

"What about Red John?"

"About the night I…" Jane stopped, cleared his throat, and continued. "The night I found my family."

"Oh."

"I didn't want to go upstairs, because I knew what I would find. But I couldn't stop. I had no control over my body. And then I saw the note on the door, and I opened it, and there was that face on the wall…" he trailed off.

"Oh," Lisbon said again. "I'm sorry."

Jane smiled. "S'okay. I don't mind."

"Jane? I have another question."

"Shoot."

"Why did you tell me that?"

"Come again?"

"Why did you tell me all that, just now? That's really personal. You never talk about personal stuff."

Jane grinned, a sly look in his eyes. "Because, I know you won't remember any of this conversation. You're half asleep."

"What? I will too remember."

Jane shook his head. "No you won't."

"Yes I will." Lisbon pouted like a two-year-old.

"Go to sleep, Lisbon," Jane said, softly but firmly.

Lisbon, lacking the strength to argue, did as she was told.

Lisbon woke up feeling much better than she had the day before. Apparently whatever had gotten her sick was just a twenty-four hour bug. She got up slowly, and stretched. She glanced at her clock, making sure she had plenty of time to shower and get to work on time.

Lisbon sat on the edge of her bed, thinking. She remembered Jane taking care of her the day before. At least, she thought he had. But she didn't know for sure. She might have just dreamt it all. Of course he was gone by now. The only signs that he had been there at all were the glass of water on the table next to her bed, and the odd sensation that someone had been playing with her hair.

Lisbon arrived to work precisely on time, as did Van Pelt, Rigsby, and Cho. Jane was twenty minutes late.

"Jane," Lisbon said, her tone reprimanding.

"Sorry," Jane replied. "I overslept." An obvious lie.

Jane glanced sideways at Lisbon. Their eyes met for a brief moment. That was all the confirmation Lisbon needed to know that it hadn't been a dream. Jane had really been there. She could see it in his eyes.

Casually, he strolled across the room to stand next to Lisbon. "So, what do you say, Lisbon? Next time I'm sick, will you let me stay home?"

"Definitely," Lisbon laughed. "But don't go getting ideas! If you start faking sick, I will personally come to your house and drag your butt into work."

"Yes, ma'am," Jane said seriously.

Lisbon took a breath. "By the way, I just wanted to say thanks," she murmured to him.

"For what?" Jane asked, feigning innocence.

Lisbon just smiled. "You know what… you big, fat jerk."

Jane shrugged. He grinned in that nonchalant manner of his and said, "If you say so."