Chapter 3: Missing Moments Part 1

Wayne Rigsby stood stunned. What was supposed to be an afternoon of happiness turned sour so quickly. It had taken a lot of her but Van Pelt had gotten Lisbon down there with baby Jamie in tow. The park really was lovely, and they had made the event special, he was sure that Jane would have loved it. That was the thing, everyone was surprised about all the money that Patrick still had. He had left them all a little something, but he left Lisbon, well with what he left her she never would have to work again if she didn't want to, and her baby. Well she wouldn't want for anything.

The baby, that's another story. Lisbon had never come out and told anyone that Jane was the father of her baby, but everyone knew. Once Van Pelt had made the world free of Red John the polls on when the agent and consultant would get together ran rampant, and little Jamie Patricia Lisbon was born about eight months after Jane went missing so everyone knew. She looked just like Jane, but she had her mother's hair color. Everyone had showed up to pay their respects. Even Hightower, no one had seen her for ages but apparently she had been keeping in touch with Lisbon. They were good friends now outside of work, which was weird.

"So what do you think did it?" Madeline Hightower asked as she approached Grace and Wayne.

"I don't know, I mean we all know that Jane loved this park, he could be found here on lots of days. It's close to the precinct, and that little ice cream shop he and Lisbon went to a lot." Grace added.

"I think it was the plaque." Madeline gave her opinion.

"The plaque, I picked it out myself. I made sure the wording was there and everything. It even has his middle name, never took Patrick for a Eugene." Rigsby smirked unable to keep the smile on his face. Then it clicked. "The plaque." He replied knowingly.

"Exactly, now you get it." Hightower replied knowingly.

"Could someone please tell me what's going on cause I'm suffering from a bad case of pregnancy brain." Grace asked.

"It's dated. Like an idiot when I ordered and told them what it was for, they put his birthdate on it and of course they put on a death one as well."

"Oh, poor boss do you think she'll ever get over this I mean she lost him? Not many people even knew she had him, but we know anyone who knows them know once they see Jamie. Jane would've loved her, I mean after losing Charlotte he would finally have a family again."

"Fucking Red John, I don't know how he did this but I intend to find out! I know he's dead, but it's not fair, how is she to get closure if there's no body. She's still holding to hope, a hope that she needs to put behind her. That's the meaning of today, she has to put this behind her or she might lose her job." Hightower told them as she put out her cigarette.

"Sir you can't do that to her, that's all she has left. She goes to work and then she comes home to her daughter, you can't take that from her." Rigsby pleaded.

"Listen I feel for her and what she's going through, and I owe her my life literally. The thing is it's been over a year and either he can't be found or doesn't want to be found. Either way she needs to stop living in the past, there's only so much that I can do from where I stand now. The brass is on my ass and I can't play favorites. Everyone is held under a microscope because Red John was one of us; we saw him every day and didn't realize that he was running lose in the candy shop. She's becoming a liability, she's becoming less and less like Lisbon and more like Jane every day."

The duo watched as their new boss stormed away. It was weird seeing Hightower outside of work. They were close to her, closer than before but Lisbon was a lot closer. They knew that she was godmother to little Jamie and that she secretly still helped Lisbon with the search for Jane. They knew that show she just put on was mostly for the people from the office still listening. They knew she was just as worried about Jane and Lisbon as they were.

*AU*

Teresa Lisbon walked into her apartment very tiredly. She eased her shoes off of her feet expertly while still carrying a sleeping Jamie around her waist. She never thought that she would be one of those mothers that carried her baby permanently attached to her chest while she used her hands for constant things like going through the mail and locking the door. She looked on the coffee table and saw that familiar blue cup and saucer and couldn't help the smirk that came to her face.

She took a moment to place the baby in the awaiting bassinette. She took another moment just to look down at Jamie as she slept. She was just so beautiful and every time that she saw her she became so overwhelmed in the fact that she was indeed this little girl's mother. She had a baby, and not just a normal baby but a Jane. She wasn't even that old and she was so observant. Every time something new came into view she had to study it. She knew that she was going to keep her on her toes and she couldn't wait.

"How was my funeral?" A voice from behind asked as two strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"Everyone was there, and I put on quite a show. I kept a look out for you, but you never showed. When I saw the plaque that Rigsby had gotten I'm sorry I couldn't control myself I flipped out. I put on quite a show. I'm pretty sure that everyone still thinks I'm very distraught." She smirked leaning into him.

"I can understand that. I mean after all you killed me." He stated sweetly.

"What?" she asked spinning around to face him.

"You heard me. We worked together for ten years and together we brought down Red John, but when I needed you the most where were you Lisbon? Where were you when I needed you?" he asked.

Lisbon panicked. He seemed so real, when she came home and saw that cup, she thought he'd come back to her, but this, this ghost stood before her wasting away right before her eyes.

"I tried. I'm looking just hold on, you have to want this."

"I thought you loved me, but in the end you were nowhere to be found. I'm dead now." He shouted at her.

She watched as wounds seemed to open up all over his body and blood started to soak into her white carpet.

"No please Jane, I'm trying you just have to hold on okay hold on!"

She stood there terrified as the ghost of the man that she loved vanished into thin air.

"Jane please come back! Come back, I can't do this without you. I need you, we need you! Come back!" she sobbed as she folding into herself right there in that spot.

*AU*

Terry Ambrose looked out the window for what had to be the fifth time in the last two hours, and he was still there. He hadn't moved one inch, since had set down there. He had a blanket wrapped around him because he still felt chilly sometimes, but what upset her about him sitting there were the sunglasses, no the sunglasses just would not do. She walked past a table by the door, picked up a velvet box and headed outside to join him.

Adam Doe sat there on the bench hoping for some sun that he knew was not coming. Every day for the past month he got up and expected sun but there was no sun. It was freezing, why was it so damn cold. He didn't know much but he knew that he definitely wasn't a fan of the cold.

He also knew that one Terry Ambrose was approaching and she was not happy. He smiled as he heard her boot clumps getting closer and closer.

"Teresa I was wondering how long you was going to stand at that window staring before you came out to lecture me." he smiled.

He had done it again, he had called her Teresa. The other doctor's here said that must be someone from his past, but since he was being uncooperative when it came to his past, they could only help his physical ailments.

"So you do realize that with this sunglasses and white cane you are setting off the appearance of a blind man?" she asked calmly as she sat beside him.

"Yes." He smirked.

"I'm game, why do you want to make people think that?"

"Well if I'm just sitting out here you know minding my own business without this garb, I get the looks. You know that's him over there you know, showed up a year ago with a disfigured face, and no idea who he is. With the cane and the glasses I'm just blind guy on a bench. "

"Okay first of all the face not disfigured, I mean have you looked in a mirror lately?"

She immediately put her hand to her mouth after saying that. Of course he hadn't looked in the mirror; he wasn't blind but couldn't see either.

"What do you have there?" he asked pointing to the box and hopefully changing the subject.

She looked down at the box sort of perplexed about if she should give it to him or not. She took a deep breath and handed it to him.

He took it and in a way he wasn't shocked at what he saw inside. The two of them had spent the past couple of nights watching movies that he couldn't remember if he had seen them or not but he did know that he hated them now. I wish he had some mind bleach to erase them from his memory.

"An eye patch?" he groaned.

"Yes an eye patch, so you can take off these glasses and let the world see those greenish gray eyes that you have." She smiled as she helped him adjust it so that the chord got lost in the curly locks that she wanted to just run her hands through all day.

See isn't that much better, you can feel the sun on your face."

"What sun?"

"Don't you think you should let the people here help you Adam? There might be someone out there looking for you, you might have a family."

"What about you? I don't see you running to let them use hypnosis on you."

"No one is looking for me that I know."

"How so?"

"Adam I turned up here pregnant. If someone was looking for me I'd be found by now. Don't stay out here all day. I'm making your favorite." She sighed.

Adam Doe watched as his friend walked back up to the rehabilitation facility which had been his home for the past six months. She was just trying to help him and he appreciated that but he was not going to take part in the hypnosis therapy. First off something about it just didn't seem right for him, and the other thing was he was remembering. He remembered carnivals, and smiley faces, but most of all he remembered blood. So much blood that couldn't possibly be good, maybe it was for the best that he was in the dark in more ways than one. He remembered one more than though. He remember Teresa, she was his happy ending. Whatever the hell that meant.

A/N: There's really more to this chapter but I wanted to post something for you tonight so it's now two parts. I hope you liked it and understand it. Feedback is love. Just so you know Adam is Patrick and no he aint disfigured. All will be explained.