A/N: Holy cow guys! That was seriously really fast! Within 20 minutes I had already 6 reviews! This just goes to show how much I love you guys! And that's why I give you another chapter of this story, as some kind of reward! Love you!

Thank God I already had the next chapter done! I'm not sure if I'll be able to post a chapter tomorrow (though I would love it :D), so let's say... 12 reviews (for the complete story) for the next chapter? (a) Then I'll still have time to write the next chapter :D.

Meanwhile, enjoy chapter two (actually, officially, it's chapter three, I also have this chapter listed in my Doc Manager as Chapter Three, but because of the prologue, it's chapter two... :D)!

For the people that have read my other (Multi-chaps) as well: These chapters are a bit shorter than my usual chapters, but that's just to make the cliffhangers (if they're there right now, but yeah :D) more perfect, and to stretch this story to a true multi-chapter, not that Lisbon gets back to her 38 year old self in the second chapter, because that would just be boring :D.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.

"Mister Jane, you can come in now," Dr. Snow said, opening the door. Jane swallowed.

He entered the room, and saw that Lisbon was laying on a bed. A bandage was now covering the bullet wound.

Lisbon seemed at bit tired and dozy, but that wasn't strange because she had to be brought under narcosis for the operation.

She looked up at him, and smiled. She seemed to recognize him, even if it wasn't recognizing him with names. But it was a start.

"There were no complications. Everything went well. But now we still have the other problem," the doctor said, and looked at Lisbon.

"I'm going to call a psychiatrist, he'll know what to do," he said, and looked at Jane again.

"Do you have a number he can call?" he asked. Jane thought, and nodded. He looked around, and saw Lisbon's jacket laying on the chair next to the bed. He picked it up, looking for those little cards Lisbon carried with her when they were in the field. He finally found them, and gave one to the doctor. He looked at it, and nodded.

"Alright. There's nothing I can do, for now. Miss Lisbon is allowed to go home, but make sure she's under protection. Oh, and I'm not a psychiatrist, but I know not to force any of her memories up on her. It can only turn out worse than it already was," he said. He checked a few more things before leaving the two alone.

Jane turned around and looked at Lisbon.

"Let me introduce myself, since you don't seem to remember me. I'm Patrick Jane," he said, deciding not to tell her about the CBI yet. He reached out his hand, and she shook it.

"Okay. Where are my parents?" Lisbon asked, and Jane sighed.

"I'll tell you eventually. Now, do you want to go somewhere else? There is someone you have to meet."

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When Lisbon and Jane rode the elevator, they were completely silent. Just as silent and awkward in the car a few minutes ago. Lisbon looked down at her arm, apparently examining the bandage.

Jane just stared at the ceiling of the elevator, thinking. This was sure enough something different than laying on his couch all day, Lisbon complaining about his bad working ethic.

The doors opened, and Van Pelt already awaited them.

She hugged Lisbon, but Lisbon just looked confused, since she didn't remember Jane, and then impossibly could remember Van Pelt.

Jane looked at Van Pelt, softly shaking his head.

She pulled away from Lisbon, scanning her from head to toe.

"I heard what happened! Are you alright?" Van Pelt asked, and Lisbon looked at Jane.

"Grace, she doesn't remember you, I'm afraid. Teresa, this is Grace van Pelt. Be sure to be nice with Grace, because she's a really sweet girl," Jane said, and walked past Van Pelt. He just needed to get to Wainwright's office quick, because he was afraid that something would trigger any memories she had. He knew how hard that would be for Lisbon, it had been hard enough when he had experienced it.

When he entered Wainwright's office, he immediately looked up. And when he saw Jane, followed by a very shy Lisbon, he jumped up.

"Thank God you're here!" he said, and motioned to the chairs in front of his desk.

Jane sat down, and Lisbon followed him. She looked around, taking in the new environment. Jane and Wainwright observed her, and when she noticed the two were looking at her, she looked at Wainwright.

Wainwright looked at Jane, for some kind of explanation, and Jane just mouthed 'Teresa'. Wainwright knew what he meant.

"Teresa, I'm Supervising Agent Luther Wainwright. You're probably wondering why you're here," he said, and she nodded.

"This is the CBI, the California Bureau of Investigation. You're here because you-" Wainwright started, but Jane interrupted him by shaking his head.

"-because Jane works here," he quickly said, and Lisbon looked at Jane.

"That's right," Jane said, and at that moment, Lisbon's phone rang. She searched her pockets, for as far as that was possible with only one hand, and looked at it as she found it. Not that she didn't knew how it worked, but Jane assumed it was difficult enough for her because everything suddenly seemed strange and new.

Jane reached out his hand, and Lisbon placed the phone in it.

"Patrick Jane," Jane started, and said 'Oh really?' and 'That's great' a few times, and then hung up. Meanwhile, Lisbon had left the office on Wainwright's order and had went to Van Pelt, to meet the team.

Jane turned to Wainwright.

"Dr. Snow, the doctor that helped me and Lisbon in the hospital, found a psychiatrist that will probably know how to deal with this and how to cure it. His name is Clayton Wiliams. He said that he will send his number to you," he said, and Wainwright frowned.

"Yeah, I gave him the cute little cards Lisbon carries with her. Your number is on it as well," Jane explained, and Wainwright nodded.

"Okay. Make an appointment for tomorrow morning. Does she have somewhere to go?" Wainwright asked, and Jane nodded.

"Her apartment?" Jane said, and Wainwright shook his head, heavily.

"No no no! She's a minor now, she can't take care of herself," Wainwright said, and Jane closed his eyes.

"Can she stay at your place, for the time being?" Wainwright asked. Jane sighed, and nodded.

"Sure...," he sighed, and Wainwright got up.

"Great. That's a deal then, right?" he asked, and looked Jane in the eye. Jane stood up, looking behind him to see if Lisbon wasn't magically standing there again (which was not the case, of course) and looked at Wainwright again.

"Yes," Jane finally said, not realizing what he had done yet.

A/N: SO! Lisbon now lives with Jane. Interesting!
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