Disclaimer: I love to sing karaoke (which is Japanese for "empty orchestra", by the way) and I own a green Webkins frog that I named Patrick. However, I sadly do not own The Mentalist.

From the last chapter:

At his last word, Lisbon's van races into the side of the dinky car. It slides into the tree. Dark, heavy smoke covers the area. A pool of blood and gasoline leaks from the crash. An ambulance and several cops are at the scene in no time. They glance between the two and a team of three slowly drag Jane out. His arm is broken. He is hardly breathing in tiny gasping pants. He is unconscious and his skin is ripped. They take him away as another ambulance arrives. The cops disappear as two others take their place. As if on cue, the rest of the team squeals into the scene. They flash their badges and march to the tree. Lisbon is on a gurney. She is cut up and badly bruised. She is breathing better than Jane was. There are breathing tubes down her throat to help. Rigsby sighs and Grace cuddles into his arms. They shudder. Cho walks up to the chief in charge.

"What the hell happened?" Cho asks, anger seeping into his droning voice.

"You family?"

"We all are."

He nods to Rigsby and Grace. "Follow close."

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Now, on with the story…

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It takes about twenty minutes on the drive to the hospital. Rigsby and Grace slide in comfort in the back seat while a disgruntled Cho swerves across the road, following the ambulance. He tightly grips the steering wheel, anger and sadness toward Jane, yet fright and hope toward Lisbon.

'Jane wasn't at the scene.' Cho thinks to himself. 'Either he caused this or he died.' He cringes at either thought then drops the matter. He punches the dashboard, causing a concerned glance from Rigsby. Cho looks up in distress and grimaces. The ambulance makes a quick turn and Cho swerves just in time. He parks just in time then jumps out to meet the doctors. He runs aside Lisbon as they rush her inside. Rigsby and Grace quickly follow behind. He tries to hurry into the emergency room but it is not allowed. The glum trio crashes into various seats in the visiting room. They wait in silence for a little over an hour until a sudden doctor shuffles in with a clipboard.

"Which crash patient are you here for?"

"Teresa Lisbon." Cho sighs.

"Lisbon… Lisbon…" the doctor checks his papers. "Ah, yes. Highway ninety-two. Teresa Lisbon and a John Doe. Come this way."

"Wait, wait…" Cho grabs the doctor's arm. "John Doe? Describe him."

"Uh…" The doctor flips through pages then stops to read. "Five-foot-ten, Caucasian, Blond hair, Blue eyes, Blood type O-neg…"

"Jane." Cho whispers.

"I believe you misheard me," the doctor smiles. "This is a John Doe."

"Yeah. And your John Doe is Patrick Jane. I'm sure of it."

"Fair enough. You two," he points to Rigsby and Grace. "Go to room five-oh-four. Teresa Lisbon has just come from the Intensive Care Unit. You can wait in the hall while the nurses prep her room. Agent…"

"Cho."

"Cho, come with me."

The doctor leads Cho away as Grace gathers herself. Before going to the fifth floor, they stop by the cafeteria to calm their nerves. The doctor and Cho stop just outside the Emergency Room doors. He turns to Cho.

"You will need to make a verifiable identification. Now, do you know if he is taking any new medications?"

"Yeah. He got something for migraines."

Cho pulls out his cell phone and selects 'messages', then hands it to the doctor.

The doctor reads aloud, "Norethandrolone. Hmm… Sounds illegal. I'll look it up. Do you know who his doctor is?"

"Vanice Quad."

"Thank you, agent. I'll run this up. You may go see him now."