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Cho had been released from the hospital one day before Grace and Rigsby managed to catch the torturer, and the torturer was one messed up guy.

The three agents that were only just well enough to come to work stared at the Torturer, who's name, as only recently discovered by Vanpelt, was William Crowde. Jane was right. William was the father of one of Tanner's victims, and the wife of another. As the agents stared through the one way glass at the Short, clean-shaven man, they all unknowingly shared the thought that William Crowde was in almost the exact situation as Jane.

After what seemed like half an hour of sitting and waiting, one of the agents walked into the room. Well, if you could call it walking… He was on crutches.

"Hello William." Cho said as he sat down on the chair opposite.

"Good evening officer!" William mocked, a small but only just noticeable smirk appearing on his face as he amused himself.

"It's afternoon and I'm an agent. Agent Kimball Cho." Said he, as he took out his notebook.

"Look," said William, "I'm going to confess right now, to save you buggars some time. I blew up Mills' house, and I tortured your boss. She is your boss yes?"

"Yes." Said Cho, looking to the one way glass to signal for Grace to come in and arrest the poor soul sitting opposite Cho.

As Grace came in, she felt a sudden anger wash over her. How could one man hurt so many? This man, William Crowde, had attempted to murder Rigsby and herself. But could she just let something like that go? Yes. His family was murdered, and that was even worse than what he'd done to them… or was it? She forced those questions out of her mind.

So Vanpelt, ignoring both the pain in her ribs and the will to strike William hard over the head with her cast, handcuffed him and lead him out of the interview room and to another officer that was to escort him to prison.

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Jane had been sitting awake in hospital for several hours, nothing on TV to watch, no Lisbon to annoy… Speaking of Lisbon…

The masked man came over and, seeing how weak Jane was, stabbed the consultant in the shoulder without hesitation. Jane collapsed and yelled, "I'm sorry… Lisbon!"

Jane remembered seeing Lisbon's weakened spirit as she sat, slouched in the duct-tape that held her to the chair, and seeing her fade away as he'd lost consciousness. Was she okay?

Jane got up, out of his hospital bed and dragged the fluid tubes along with him as he left his hospital room in search for where Lisbon might be. A nurse, seeing him wondering around in his hospital gown, ran up to him immediately.

"Sir, what are you doing?" asked the nurse, matching Jane's stride as he checked door by door, window by window, for any sign of Lisbon.

"Do you know where Teresa Lisbon is?" He asked the nurse, who seemed to recognise both him and the name of his colleague.

"Look sir, Teresa's fine, you have to get back to bed. You need more rest."

"More rest? More rest? I have been lying in that bed for hours, how could I need more rest?"

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As Jane took it up with the nurse and ended up being lead back to his bed, Lisbon was being treated for her mental damage as she lay in her hospital bed.

She had a headache, and hated what that man had done to her. Now every time she saw a man her heart-rate and blood pressure increased, and if any man stepped to close to her she lashed out, with her good arm of course. This is how her doctor ended up with a broken nose.

Lisbon was being forced to look at pictures of men in magazines and talk to men through a special phone provided by the hospital. The abuse from the abandoned warehouse had not only hurt her, but brought back memories of her father abusing her as a child. She remembered being thrown against doorways, and hit to the side when she tried to defend her brothers.

Lisbon didn't want to be afraid of men. Lisbon lived her whole life around men, especially since she was in law enforcement. After a few days of the treatment, Lisbon was already able to almost comfortably video-chat with the doctor she'd broken the nose of.

She apologized to him and he accepted smoothly, for he was a caring, understanding doctor with a crooked nose, and Lisbon chuckled at this thought, poor man.

Finally the treatment was up to being in contact with a man, holding his hand or sitting close to him talking. The doctor was called into her room. He approached her slowly, and she forced herself to remain calm. Lisbon was sitting up in her hospital bed and her lip had almost completely ceased it's swelling and was back to regular shape. The doctor came closer, and sat on a chair about a foot from Lisbon's bed. Lisbon, following the nurse's instructions, lifted out her hand, and placed it on the table. The doctor, also following instructions, lifted out his hand and placed it near hers.

Her heart was beating faster and faster. She saw the doctor's hand and remembered a hand flying towards her, hitting her hard on the upper cheek and bruising her painfully. Hearing the speeding beep of the heart-rate monitor as the nurse got the doctor to pull his chair right back, Lisbon realised she was now scrunched up in a little ball in the opposite corner of her hospital bed, clutching the hand his was so close to.

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After much negotiation and discussion, it was agreed to let Jane go back to work, but he wasn't allowed to see Lisbon, and he wasn't allowed to know why.

Jane arrived in the office to a pathetic looking team. Cho was in crutches and Rigsby and Vanpelt's arms were both in casts, both of Rigsby's and one of Vanpelt's. Jane looked down at his arm, which was being held up in a sling around his neck to let his collarbone and dislocated shoulder heal.

Grace was the first to notice that he'd walked in.

"Jane! Hi, your back!" she said, excitedly, then, realising the lack of Lisbonness, asked, "Where's boss?"

"What Lisbon? She's still at the hospital. They told me she was awake and well, but was still overcoming a few mental barriers. They wouldn't tell me any details, but even after I told them I could help they seemed pretty certain I couldn't. I managed to bargain myself out of there eventually though. I have a pretty good idea about Lisbon's condition though, it's pretty obvious."

Jane finished his sentence and went over to his couch.

"Well? What's her condition?" asked Grace, knowing Rigsby and Cho wanted to ask the same question.

"Well, she's only allowed female visitors, female nurses, she was tortured by a man and had an abusive father. My guess? The torturer brought back some pretty harsh memories. We'd better catch him soon."

Rigsby, his memory improving, let a smile spread across his face as he said, "We already did, the local police found him trying to leave the abandoned" building when they came in answer to Cho's call. He's in prison now man, and now we just gotta catch Frederick Tanner as a welcome back present for boss."

Jane looked up to Rigsby with a serious expression on his face. Obviously he wanted to have hurt William Crowde too before he was sent to prison.

"Well," said Jane, wincing a little as he lay back on his couch, "Get to work, call 'em in, round 'em up, go get them!" he said as he drifted into a state of almost-sleep.

"Ok then, you just sit and rest and we'll go and find the serial killer then." Grace said sarcastically.

"That's the plan!" Jane said, a faint smile appearing on the consultant's face as he drifted off again into almost-sleep.

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