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Jane got even less sleep when Lisbon was in hospital. Sure, he acted like he was cool with it and on top of it all to the team, but didn't he always? He knew they'd noticed his lack of sleep recently, but he also knew that they had no idea that beneath the smiling, joking, and admittingly irksome Jane, he was dying inside. Red John had made a deep cut in Jane that refused to heal, but Jane knew that there was no reason to go back to his state when he was in the mental hospital. He knew that, and as Lisbon once told him, he knew if he ended his life he would be hurting others.
***Flashback***
"He was here. He was right here." He said, looking through misty eyes up to Lisbon,
"We saved a girl's life, Jane," she said, "We saved her life. We have Hardy, okay? He's going to tell us what we need to know."
Jane was annoyed and hurt and angry. They were so close to catching Red John. "Oh," he said, "you think so? You should have waited. We agreed on that."
Lisbon looked worried and ever so slightly betrayed as she began to speak once more. "What if Hardy had killed you right here?" she asked.
"And then he would have led you straight to Red John." Jane said.
"You'd be dead."
"But you would have Red John."
" I don't think you mean what you say," she said, obviously in denial of the fact that Jane barely values his own life at all, "I think you choose life."
"Well you think wrong."
"No. No, you think wrong. Can't you see there are people who care about you, who need you? You're being selfish and childish and I want you to stop it."
"I wish that I could, but you know some things you just can't fix."
***End of flashback***
Jane had studied that conversation many times, as well as the one he'd had with Lisbon when they were trapped in a shipping crate.
Both Grace and Jane flinched as Jane's mobile began to ring. Jane took it out and held it to his ear, giving Grace a, 'boy that was embarrassing' look as he said, "This is Jane."
"Hello Mr. Jane," said the voice on the phone, it was a female's voice, and Jane recognised it immediately to be the voice of the nurse he ran into whilst looking for Lisbon.
"Hello nurse of St Teresa, what has brought you to call me?" he asked her confidently waiting for the knowledge of Lisbon's situation.
"Yes um, we would like to ask you to come to the hospital, either you or one of your male colleagues. Whoever spends the most time with Ms. Lisbon."
Beep… beep… beep…
"Sir? Mr. Jane?"
…
Jane was at the hospital before you could say 'horsesassery'.
Hey went swiftly up to the secretary's desk and told her who he was and why he'd come. Suddenly the nurse from the phone rushed in and beckoned the consultant to follow her. They walked down the hall that lead to the elevator.
As they stepped into the elevator, the nurse finally began to explain Lisbon's situation. Jane was right.
'It feels great to be right!' He thought to himself as the nurse explained Lisbon's slowly healing phobia of men due to the torturer bringing back unbearable memories from her childhood.
The elevator doors opened to reveal a hall labeled,
TRAUMA PATIENTSJane's mind suddenly flashed back to the horrible time so many years before that he'd rather forget.
***Flashback***
The smiley drawn in his own blood on the wall, the white rooms, the daily headaches and the doctors forcing medication down his throat. The countless times he had attempted to end his life, all the scars, so many scars…
"Goodbye Patrick, be well,"***End of flashback***
"Mr Jane?" asked the nurse as Jane popped back into reality, "You need to be very careful and slow. We don't know how she will react."
Jane opened the door to Lisbon's room slowly and carefully. He knew how serious the situation was.
Lisbon saw a middle-sized man with blonde hair, a waistcoat, and brown leather shoes enter the room, and her heart began to beat faster. Although this time, it wasn't because she was scared.
They went through the same procedure. Lisbon laid her good hand on the table, feeling like an idiot in front of Jane, hoping she wouldn't suddenly lash out at him for simply being there. The nurse instructed Jane to slowly put his hand down next to hers, and to move it gradually closer until they'd just touch. Jane raised his hand. Lisbon looked at the consultant's hand, and saw…
***Flashback***
…a hand patting her head while the other held her in his arms…
…a hand guiding her to the driver's side of the car when rain was pouring down…
…a hand that held doors open for her every day…
…a hand that tapped the couch to offer her a seat…
…a hand that rested on her shoulder when she knew he'd almost died and she had had both a gun and a knife pointed at her…
…a hand that held the gun that shot the man intending to kill her…
…a hand that told her everything was going to be okay, as long as that hand's man lived.
***End of Flashback***
Lisbon's hand was in Jane's, and her heart was racing. The nurse, seeing that her heart was going so fast, told Jane to let go of Lisbon's hand, and that she'd had enough.
"Sir please let go."
Their hands didn't part.
"Mr. Jane, come on, this isn't good for her."
The nurse went to Jane's hand and saw that it was not Jane, but Lisbon that was holding the grasp, holding the connection between agent and consultant.
Lisbon looked up from their hands, to Jane.
***Flashback***
I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens I will always be there for you.
***End of Flashback***
Lisbon loosened her grip, and took her hand away, still looking at Jane.
A smile spread across both of their faces. She was healed! Well, mentally anyway.
That afternoon, it was quite awkward between Jane and Lisbon as she stepped into his Citroen. He knew she was embarrassed, but they both knew it had to be done to heal her.
…..
Grace had been pacing around the office, watching Rigsby as he sat on the phone. The phone call that was from the team they were using for the field work, as none of them were fit enough to physically catch Tanner.
Rigsby put down the phone, and shook his head. 'Great.' Grace thought to herself, another dead-end lead.
The rookie turned to the list of locations they'd been checking for the serial killer, and crossed of Rancho Rosa Highschool. There was only one place left on the list, and if Tanner wasn't there, he could be anywhere.
Rigsby told the team on the other end of the phone the new location, and hung up. Grace flopped back in her computer seat. So many questions were buzzing around in her head.
'Why wasn't Lisbon out of hospital?'
'Why was Jane asked to visit her? Why not Cho or herself? (Obviously Rigsby's ribs were preventing him from doing much…)'
'Where was-'
The phone rung. Grace didn't even flinch as she picked it up quickly and said her line.
"This is Agent Grace Vanpelt, California Bureau of Investigation can I help you?"
"Hey Grace this is Jane."
"Jane! How's Lisbon?"
Cho and Rigsby looked up from their desks.
"We're almost there," said Jane, "yep, pulling into the car park now."
…..
The elevator doors opened, and Lisbon and Jane walked in. Grace was the only one that got up, as it would cause too much pain for Rigsby or Cho. She ran over to Lisbon and hugged her, careful with Lisbon's healing shoulder.
To everyone's surprise, Lisbon hugged back, with her good arm of course, and a single tear fell from her eye and over her darkly bruised cheek.
What a way to spoil the moment. Rigsby's desk phone rang.
"Sorry Boss," he said, and picked up the phone. His face lit up.
"Really? Frederick Tanner? You sure? Dead? How? …Wow! That's great news! Thanks guys, thanks heaps… bye!"
"Who was that?" Jane asked, knowing that whatever was said on the phone was good news to all of them,"
"Frederick Tanner's Dead. Turns out William Crowde escaped from custody, then found Tanner at the location we'd sent the team to, killed Tanner before the team got there, but then failed to leave before the team arrived. He's now in jail and Tanner's dead!" Rigsby said, looking happy as ever.
"Wow." Said Cho, and he looked at his boss, "Welcome back."
***THE FOLLOWING DAY***
Vanpelt was filing documents on her computer with her good hand on the mouse, sad at the state of the team, but content that they had finally closed the case. Rigsby was looking through his top draw for a packet of chips he swore he put there, even though he'd already eaten it, and winced as he moved too much and caused striking pain to emerge from his ribs. They were healing though. Cho was reading a thick, paperback novel as his crutches rested against his desk. Lisbon was in her office, writing the final sentence of the team's previously closed case file with her left hand, as she couldn't bear to move her right arm due to pain that would emit from it. Besides, she couldn't write with that hand anyway due to the casts on her middle and ring finger. As she finished the last sentence, she looked over to Jane, who was resting on the couch in her office he now called his own, resting, as usual, pretending to be asleep. Lisbon watched the rise and fall of his arm as it rested on his chest and was restricted from falling to his side by the sling holding it around his neck.
They caught the bad guy. Most days, that's enough.
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