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Last time:

"Chumball!"

"Hey, Boss."

"You brought Strawberry Shortcake and Charlie Brown!"

"Um…" Rigsby mutters. "You okay?"

"Neber bletter."

She slouches back into the bed. She watches her co-workers crowd around in separate seats. After about ten minutes of silent glances, Lisbon gets antsy. She starts to whine, loudly. Rigbsy looks nervous while Grace shoots Cho a concerned gaze. He sighs and stands next to his boss. He places a hand on the bedside railing.

"Boss, what is-"

"Hane not jeer," Lisbon whispers. "Hane not jeer."

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I know, I know. I've been busy, but I'm back. I'm working on the others as well, I promise.

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"Hane not jeer!" She grumbles loudly.

Dr. Barra shuffles in just then. He immediately reaches over and adjusts Lisbon's wires. He checks her pulse and sighs. "Typical. Moderated Altruistic Memory Altercations."

"Uh, what?" Grace blinks.

"MAMA Syndrome." The doctor clarifies. "Because of her injury, she has sustained major memory gashes and…uh…" He stops short as he notices the blank, gaping faces before him. "She doesn't remember too good and her words are a bit scrambled."

"Oh."

"What did you say, darling?" The doctor directs the question to Lisbon.

"Hane not jeer," she pouts.

"Ah!" Dr. Barra clicks his tongue. "Jane not here. Well, don't you worry, Princess. He's just running a tad late. He'll be here."

He gives her a quick smile and nods to a nurse in the hall as he ushers the others out of the room. The nurse is a tall, langly man listening to Extreme on his iPod. Lisbon perks up to the music and hums along. The man turns to her and grins.

"Hey, there. I'm Dr. Bermem, but you can call me Phil."

"Hi, Till. I Pheresa," she replies groggily.

"So I hear."

"Wore Than Murds."

"Huh?"

"Wore Than Murds. Our song."

"Oh. More Than Words. You have a boyfriend?"

"I - " She leans back. "I think so."

In the hall, the rest of the team is talking with Dr. Barra. He tells them that Jane should be waking up in a few hours and Lisbon should be discharged around six pm. They thank the doctor and split up. Grace and Rigsby wait in the lobby downstairs while Cho begins a drive to Headquarters. He needs to inform Hightower and she would prefer to go over things "in person." He is about halfway there when he receives a text.

10:35a [T: Cho; F: Unknown] Can't have it all, huh Chumball?

[T: Unknown; F: Cho] Who the hell is this?

[T: Cho; F: Unknown] U tell me.

[T: Unknown; F: Cho] This is Jane's phone.

[T: Cho; F: Unknown] Or a burner phone with a copied number made to torture the unfortunate agents by making them think their beloved consultant is truly a love-sick homicidal maniac. But this is just clever guesswork.

[T: R,G; F: Cho] From Jane's number: Or a burner phone with a copied number made to torture the unfortunate agents by making them think their beloved consultant is truly a love-sick homicidal maniac. But this is just clever guesswork.

[T: Cho; F: Unknown] U just sent my last message to ur colleagues, didn't u? Although, that little hypnotism did wonders. A bit dramatic, don't u think? It was supposed to be a hit-and-run, but perhaps there is "true love" between them at all costs.

[T: Unknown; F: Cho] Where r u?

[T: Cho; F: Unknown] Hint: I am either watching u, giving meds to Lisbon or cornering Hightower. Ur pick.

[T: Unknown; F: Cho] This is all a sick game to you.

[T: Cho; F: Unknown] It's the bomb dot com.

Upon reading this text, Cho unbuckles his seatbelt, veers his tires toward a cliff and leaps out. He rolls onto a dry slope as he watches a nice car tumble over the edge. Before hitting the water, it implodes. A man driving a clunker, clearly hopped up on meds, squeals to a stop and rushes over.

"Dude! You seen that purple giraffe just vomit in a hedgehog?"

"What?"

"That was the most magica-"

Cho holds the man's arm and shows his badge. "I am commandeering your vehicle. If you have any objections, I will take you and your car to the rest of the police."

"Uh…" The man reaches in his pocket and hands Cho the keys. As Cho releases his grip, the man runs away screaming, "Freedom!" Cho slides into the driver's seat, ignoring stares from passerbys when he gets another message.

11:30a [T: Cho; F: Unknown] Nicely done. U cheated death twice, only cause I let u. Wanna try a third time?

[T:Unknown; F: Cho] Back off.

[T: Cho; F: Grace] U office yet? Can u trace it?

[T: Grace; F: Cho] No and no. Wheres Rigs?

[T: Cho; Grace] Vending mach. R u ok?

[T: Grace; F: Unknown] Ur bf's fine.

[T: Cho; F: Grace] Where r u?

[T: Grace; F: Cho] Pulled into lot.

[T: C,G; F: Unknown] Goody! Things r about 2 get interesting!

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What do you think? I will try to do more and do better. I have been very busy and now I am just catching pieces of time around midnight to type. Please keep reading! Leave reviews!