"Morning!" She smiled as she walked into the office and found Van Pelt already at her desk.
"Morning boss." She smiled, then looked around. "Where is he?"
"Wayne met us on the way up and took him for a walk before coming up. Which I have to say is silly because I'm only staying an hour."
"You said that yesterday too and you stayed until lunch." Grace smiled.
"Yes well that was yesterday. Today we will be here an hour."
"If you say so boss." She laughed.
"You're fiancé better bring my son back in one piece!" she warned and walked into her office.
"There's nothing in the post." Van Pelt called out after her as Lisbon reached for the stack of letters. She turned back slowly.
"How is he not back yet? He's surely heard by now." She said softly. "It's been almost a year since all this started! Since he ran off after Red John. And a month since we got Red Johns killer! He should be back by now." She said.
"I know, you just have to wait until he hears, and he'll come back straight away then."
"It's been so long. So much has changed."
"That's no-ones fault." Grace said, for what felt like the hundredth time to try calm her boss down.
"Well technically that's not true. It's partially my fault. I should have given myself up for assaulting Red John, then I would have been in custody during his murder. And I wouldn't have had to leave the country." A voice said from behind the two of them. Lisbon turned quickly to see Jane standing at the door of the bullpen.
"J…Jane!" she said.
"You got him, took you longer then I expected Teresa." He rose an eyebrow. She was about to laugh when the elevator dinged and Rigsby walked out with the baby carrier in his arms. He looked up and nearly dropped it.
"JANE!" he gasped.
"Wayne! Don't drop Daniel!" Grace almost shouted and jumped forward for the baby.
"Wow Grace! Rigsby a baby! Am I gone that long?" Jane said walking towards the young couple.
"What? No!" Wayne said putting the carrier up on the desk.
"No no not us." Grace said taking a step back.
"But who else…" his head snapped up to look at Lisbon.
"Teresa?" he said slowly.
"Patrick. This is Daniel. My… your son." She said walking over to him.
"my what!" he said looking down at the little baby. "MY WHAT!" he roared….
Then she shot up in bed almost shaking her hands reached down and clutched her small bump. It had only been a dream but it had terrified her. That was exactly how she saw it going. He would flip out and hate her. Hate their son. She stopped son she hadn't even seen the little baby's face in the dream. Daniel she smiled again. But Jane had freaked out. No dream Jane freaked out. Her breathing calmed slightly it was so unlike her to panic like this. To freak out so completely. But this was pretty huge. Even for her. So she wasn't ashamed of it. This little baby deserved the entire world. And it killed her that it didn't have its father yet. She lay back down and looked up at the ceiling. Daniel? Well-done subconscious
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"Wow Boss you're looking rough this morning. B-J acting up again?" Rigsby smiled. He'd taken to calling her stomach Baby Jane, and much to Lisbon's displeasure it had stuck.
"Rigsby do you want to be on desk duty for the rest of your career because I can make it happen." She half-growled, and he shut up.
"coffee boss? Decaf." Cho said holding out a cup.
"No thanks. The baby doesn't like it anymore. I'd love a cup of tea though." She said and the two men looked at her.
"Tea?"
"Yes. I know I know just don't say it." she waved them off and walked into her office, closing the door between them. It worried her how upset she was after that dream.
"Boss I think I have something!" Van Pelt said bursting into her office. Lisbon jumped slightly. "Sorry to startle you but I think I may have something to favour Jane!" Lisbon recovered quickly.
"what?"
"Well you know I've been looking at the video footage from the crime scene but I couldn't find the killer at all. Well I think I have him! I found it last week but I didn't want to say anything until I had it analyzed. I was watching the footage from the left wing security camera of the courthouse and I noticed a small low resolution security camera in the video store across the road! We hadn't even seen it when we scanned the scene! So I went to him and tried to get the tape. But surprise, surprise he doesn't exactly organise his videos. So I had to go through about a months worth of stuff! Anyway I finally found the right day…"
"Van Pelt hurry it up a bit." Lisbon said raising an eyebrow.
"Right sorry. So I found the right day and time and I found the shooter! Standing in a black-spot from all the other cameras."
"You have the shooter!" she stood up.
"Not really. See you can see the gun and the shot. But he's wearing a base ball hat so no face."
"Crap! How does that help Jane?"
"That's the bit I was waiting on. I got the F.B.I analyst to take a look at it. and the shooter is 6.2" too tall to be Jane!" she grinned and dropped a tape and a file on her desk.
"too…"
"Too tall to be Jane yes!" she nodded.
"This is fantastic! Thank you! Well done!" Lisbon very nearly hugged the woman but held herself back.
"I know it's not enough to clear him yet. But it's something."
"this is brilliant. I'll get onto the New York office now." Grace smiled as she watched her glowing boss pick up the phone.
"Put me onto Agent Peters please. It's Agent Lisbon."
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She dropped her bag and immediately curled up on the couch. It had been a long day. But thankfully Peters had agreed after she emailed him on all the evidence, that Jane couldn't have been the shooter. But it still wasn't enough to stop them for searching for him. She sighed. All she wanted now was a large drink, but she couldn't even have that. She unbuttoned her blouse at the bottom and looked down at her slowly rounding stomach. It still fazed her that there was a little being in there. She'd once thought as a younger girl that she'd hate being pregnant. She'd always had a flat stomach and she had thought she'd hate getting fat. But she found now she loved it. well now that the morning sickness had passed.
Her eyes then found the phone. She should call them. There was no point putting it off anymore. She was pushing four months now. It was time she told her brothers. She lifted herself up and grabbed the phone.
"Hey it's Teresa… I know it's been a while… I'm sorry I've been up the walls you probably saw the Red John thing… no there's nothing wrong… yes the others are fine! Why haven't you talked to them yet?… ok ok sorry… no I have a reason for calling. I have news… no it's good news… no I'm not engaged exactly…No I'm pregnant!… yes I'm thrilled… you remember Patrick Jane… well he's not exactly a magician… yes I know he's on the run now but he didn't do it!… Excuse me! Do I have to remind you who the older sibling is here! I'm really happy about this why can't you just celebrate with me… thank you. I'm really happy I promise!… I'd be happier if you made up with the others!… ok well I better ring them now… talk to you soon!… love you." She hung up and sighed again. One brother down two to go. She picked up the phone again and dialled a second number.
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He printed off the newspaper again and picking it up turned it slightly. He couldn't be looking at that right. It was a lovely picture of the team, and an article about how, even though they'd just solved the murder of a U.S. diplomat, the search for the vicious killer Red John's murderer was still high on their agenda." The picture had been taken the day before at a press conference. Rigsby was sitting on the step of the stage looking up at Cho and the two women of the team were standing at his other side, Grace was talking and Lisbon was listening with her hands on her hips. He looked at her again, and frowned. He couldn't be reading her stance right. Standing with her legs wider apart then normal, a slight bulge in her suit shirt. Hands very nearly almost guarding her stomach. If it was anyone else he would immediately say she was pregnant… but it was Lisbon. How was that possible…
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