A/N: Ugh, I'm suddenly growing very interested in this story, since I know what's gonna happen in further chapters, and you don't. But trust me, it's gonna be great :D.

So... Okay, I think this chapter is really bad. But... Yeah, okay, I just wrote this because I felt like this would be the best way to do this. And the same's for the next chapter. I had no idea how to do it, but I felt like this was the perfect thing to do :D.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Minelli placed her bag in the hall, and went into the living room.

Lisbon followed.

"Okay, so what happened?" Minelli asked, as they both sat down.

Lisbon hesitated a bit, but eventually complied.

So she told him everything. From the accident, to the surgery for her arm, and how Jane had to take care of her because she was a minor in her mind, to the little chat they had in the hospital where she sent Jane out of her life.

Throughout the story, Minelli sat still, nodded sometimes. But he didn't say a word. Let her speak. That's the best for Lisbon, he guessed.

"So... You're in love with Dorothy?" he asked. She frowned.

"Who?"

"Jane."

"Yes," she said, quietly. A small smile appeared on Minelli's face.

"I always knew it, you know?"

Lisbon nodded.

"I know."

Minelli scanned Lisbon from the top of her head to her toes.

"Oh, Teresa," Minelli breathed, and Lisbon just looked at him, occasionally looking at her lap.

"Why did you call me?" Minelli asked.

Lisbon swallowed.

"Because... Because I needed somebody to talk with. And I couldn't go to him, so... And because you're... you're... like my... dad to me," she whispered, and faced him, looking him into the eyes.

He sighed.

He went over to her, and opened his arms for her. She hugged him, and he just pressed her against him, protecting her from the bad spirits in the world. Like she was his daughter.

And in a weird kind of way, she was. She was like a daughter to him, just like how she felt like he was a father to her. He'd always hated it when something bad happened to her. He couldn't bear it.

So seeing her like this, almost reaching her breaking point, he felt miserable.

But he felt proud that she called him for this. It had been a long time ago since they last talked, and it felt good to have her here again.

Not because of the circumstances obviously. But holding her in his arms was something he'd wanted to do for ages now, just make sure that he had some kind of love for her, that he would be there for her when she needed it the most.

He always thought that Patrick Jane had a bad influence on her, that he wasn't right for her. And he was right about that one.

But he could see she liked him. More than like. She was in love with Jane. And he wanted what was best for her.

He felt that Lisbon was crying, and he just rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"Why did you send him away?" he suddenly asked, and she pulled away.

She shrugged.

"I don't know... It just... I felt guilty, for loving him. I don't deserve him, he's still in love with Angela and Charlotte, I can't take him away from them," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"But Teresa... Of course you deserve him. I've never known people that belonged so much together like you two. Since I'm not your boss anymore, I can say this. You have my complete permission."

"But-"

"No but. Teresa, you love him, he loves you, makes you equal. He doesn't hate you, I know that thought has crossed your mind, but he can't hate you. Believe me. And if he does, I swear, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands," Minelli whispered, and took her in his arms again, letting her cry.

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"Lisbon? I'm going fishing, I'll be back in a few hours. Don't tear yourself up on desperate thoughts while I'm gone!" Minelli exclaimed, and left the house.

Lisbon rolled over onto her side. Seems like crying was the only thing she could do these days.

She looked in front of her, to the wall. A lot of pictures were hanging there, presumably from his ex-wife. Why he had pictures there, she didn't know. She got out of bed, and moved closer to the pictures.

She looked at them.

What a happy couple.

She touched them, and felt happiness flowing through her. What a power can pictures give you.

She got dressed, and walked downstairs.

The previous evening with Minelli had been great. He was always a listening ear to her, she could always tell him everything.

Even this. This whole mess she left concerning Jane.

She would have to clean it up herself, and she hated that.

She looked at her phone, which was placed on the counter by Minelli, just so that she wouldn't lose it between all her stuff. A few missed calls, and a few texts.

She looked at from who they were. And much to her surprise, and maybe displeasure, they weren't from Jane. A part of her wanted him to call, wanted him to beg for her to come back, to stand at his side again.

They were from Van Pelt.

Lisbon decided to call her. Maybe there was really something important, and the team needed her help.

"Van Pelt."

"Hey, Grace, it's me, Lisbon," Lisbon said, and she heard a long silence, before Van Pelt spoke again.

"Where are you?" she asked. Lisbon sighed.

"I'm safe, I promise."

"Yeah, but where are you?"

"I'm not telling you, because you will come after me to get me. No, I'm save, I just wanted to ask why you'd called."

"Because we – well, Jane – found some things out... about... well, about you. About what happened after your father's death. And we're a little concerned about you right now. So... could you please come back?"

Lisbon didn't hear what Van Pelt said after the part about her father. She'd dropped her phone, and ran out of the house, into nowhere.

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Minelli entered the house. He put the fishing rod he'd used back where it belonged, and turned to look at the living room.

There was something odd about it, but he couldn't exactly put a finger on it. But then he realized what it was. The door had been open when he came back, Lisbon's phone was laying on the ground in the kitchen.

Minelli stopped dead in his tracks.

But he immediately ran over to the phone, and looked at the last number that was dialed.

Much to his relief, it was from Van Pelt.

He dialed it.

"Van Pelt. Lisbon was staying at my house, and now she's gone. I was fishing, and she left the house when I came back," Minelli explained, not giving Van Pelt a chance to react.

"Wait. She was with you?" Van Pelt asked. Minelli sighed.

"Yes. She asked for it, when she left the hospital."

"But she's not with you anymore? Oh, great..." Van Pelt murmured.

"I'll call you back, Sir."

A/N: That part where Minelli calls Jane Dorothy is from an episode, though I'm not sure which one. I just really wanted to add that in my story, to show that Minelli is NOT Red John, like a few believe. I love him, he's just such a nice man and all. Love him :D.

I'm gonna post the next chapter tomorrow, or in a few days, I'll see :D. Oh! Maybe I can do again that I want 6 new reviews for this chapter, before I'm gonna post the new chapter! Yes, I'm gonna do that! 6 new reviews for the next chapter, seems like a fair deal to me :D. Let's see how much you want to read the next chapter :P.

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