Chapter 4: Van Pelt
Grace was getting madder and madder the longer that she waited for Rigsby's sister to finish her shift. She knew that the job of a nurse kept one busy, but if you're hopping a ride don't call a person and then still have an hour left on your shift.
Grace hadn't like hospitals much since she sat by her gran's bedside as she died. Now she totally hated hospitals. She was about to leave and come back, but a frantic man in the corner of the waiting room caught her attention.
*TM*
Patrick couldn't believe this change of events. Everything was going as planned and he knew that Lisbon would be at his house by the end of the week. He knew that at the end her brother would never be able to make it and he would let her come and have Thanksgiving with him. First she would be upset about being alone on Thanksgiving but then he would let her in on the big secret he'd been keeping and then this could be the first of many Thanksgiving they two would share.
Then this had to happen and, God, just please... let her be okay.
"Jane, what's the matter?" Van Pelt asked as she approached the erratically acting man.
She took a moment and noticed that there was blood on his sleeve.
"Jane, what's going on?" she asked again trying to get him to focus on her.
"I was… no I mean we were... but I never meant... she fell… the blood on the knife. Oh god Charlotte, I forgot about her... gotta go."
She watched as her friend just ran off and when she tried to run after him, a big burly nurse stopped her from going down the corridor he went down.
"I need to find my friend." She stated.
"No one is allowed down their unless they are visiting someone. What's your friend's name?" the nurse asked.
She didn't have time for this and was about to pull out her badge, but then she realized because she was on vacation she had left it at home.
"His name is Patrick, Patrick Jane. He just went back there, he had some blood on his sleeve." Grace added with effect trying to give her best sincere look.
"I don't seem to have a Patrick Jane here. Are you sure that's the name?" she asked.
She started to say Charlotte which was the other name on the tip of her tongue, but how in the hell could she muster up that name. She wouldn't dare say that name. She would go and get Lisbon. They had to save Jane. Something was obviously wrong.