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"No, you're not," Jane said. Lisbon looked at her arm, the shirt she was wearing now red with blood.

"I'm hurt! It hurts!" she exclaimed, swinging her arm around her in an attempt to get rid of the pain. Jane just hold her in his arms, trying to calm her down a bit.

"Leave me alone!" Lisbon exclaimed, and tried to escape out of his embrace. Jane closed his eyes, and let her go.

"I need to go to a hospital!" she shouted, and looked around.

"Where are my mum and dad?" she asked, and Jane swallowed.

What had happened? Lisbon was suddenly twelve again, but she was still in her bad-assed lady cop body.

Jane stood up, grabbed Lisbon's phone out of her pocket, causing her to gasp. He dialed the first number from somebody of the team. It was Cho.

"Cho."

"Can you come here please? Something's wrong with Lisbon."

"Where are you?"

"At the victim's house."

"We're on our way," Cho said, and hung up. Jane sighed, and looked at Lisbon.

"So... You're Teresa? And you're twelve?" Jane asked, and Lisbon nodded.

Jane had heard of this. Someone who gets hit in his or her head (not counting the bullet wound in Lisbon's arm right now), and then gets back to an earlier age in their life, to a moment where everything still went great.

He'd experienced it as well, when he was almost killed. He had gone back to before Angela and Charlotte had died, before all the bad things had happened to him.

But that had been only ten years. Lisbon had gone back in time for almost 26 years, if this whole 'Lisbon-was-twelve-again-instead-of-38' thing was true, that was.

He just hoped that this was going to be temporarily, because he didn't feel like taking care of a twelve year old Lisbon.

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"I'm Agent Cho. These people are Agent Lisbon and Mister Jane," Cho said when they reached the desk in the hospital.

"Okay. Why are you here?" the young woman who sat at the other side of the desk asked, and Cho motioned to Lisbon to lift her arm. She did, and it clearly hurt as the fabric of her shirt scraped past the bullet wound on her arm.

The eyes of the lady widened, and she immediately began calling a doctor. Lisbon was getting uncomfortable when a doctor approached them.

It looked really strange, Lisbon fearing doctors. But then again, she wasn't really the Lisbon he knew. So, who knew, maybe she really hated doctors when she was younger.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Snow. You must be Miss Lisbon?" the doctor asked, reaching out his hand for her to shake. Now, Lisbon backed away, almost hiding behind Jane and Cho.

Dr. Snow frowned.

"Yeah, about that 'Miss' part...," Jane started, but Cho took over.

"She's been hit and now she's twelve again," he deadpanned. The doctor seemed to think about this. He looked at Lisbon again, scanning her up and won, and raised his eyebrows.

"I see. Well, let's take care of that bullet wound first, okay?" Dr. Snow asked, his question mainly focused on Lisbon. She nodded.

Dr. Snow reached out for Lisbon's arm, examining it, and nodded.

"What's your name again?" he asked.

"Teresa," Lisbon said, and looked at Jane. He smiled awkwardly, and nodded.

"Well Teresa, if you would like to follow me?" he asked, and already walked into the direction of the ORs.

Lisbon shyly followed the doctor.

Jane followed his with his gaze, and sighed when she disappeared.

"Great," Cho deadpanned again, and Jane looked at him.

"What now?" Jane asked. Cho just looked at him.

"You're the smart guy, I'm sure you'll figure it out," Cho said, and walked past Jane, out of the hospital.

Jane ran his hands though his curls, not really sure what he should do.

"Can I make a call please?" Jane asked, and the young woman at the desk looked up again. She nodded, and gave him her phone.

Jane dialed the number of Wainwright (he didn't knew why he knew that one), and when Wainwright stated his name, Jane immediately began telling the story.
When he was done, it was awfully silent at the other end of the conversation. Jane assumed Wainwright was thinking of a solution.

"Stay with Lisbon. Ask the doctor to run a few tests and see what comes out of that. You know Lisbon's not Lisbon, convince the doctor of that. I know you can, you're way to arrogant to shut down now. When you're done, come to the HQ and meet me in my office. Be sure to take Lisbon with you," Wainwright ordered, and Jane nodded.

"Okay," Jane said, and hung up. He returned the phone and sat down in the waiting room.

Damn it, why did this have to happen to Lisbon, of all people?

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