A/N: Hi everyone, thanks for the reviews and follows! Sorry it took so long, I wasn't inspired to write for a little while. So here's chapter 3!
"Hi, we're looking for a Teresa Lisbon. She's an Agent at the CBI." Rigsby told the receptionist at the ER.
She was typing on her computer. "CBI?" The woman raised her eyebrow.
"California Bureau of Investigation." Cho replied immediately. "She in the system?"
She started searching the logs. "...um let me see...Lisbon you said?" She peaked up at Cho.
He nodded.
"Lisbon...Lisbon...um-", she said while searching.
"Make a hole! Out of the way!", the medics from the scene ran past them while pushing Lisbon on the stretcher.
"What do we got?", a petite blonde doctor met them.
"Female, late 30's, found face down and covered in blood, no visible trauma, possibly drugged."
"Alright! I want a CT and -", she and the others moved further into the hospital, out of earshot and away from the waiting room.
Just then Jane tumbled in and collapsed into the nearest chair. He was breathing heavily. "Jane, I'm glad you're okay", VanPelt said to him as they all walked over. He didn't seem to hear her.
"Hey man", Rigsby put a palm on Jane's back. The movement caused him to tip out of the chair and sprawl on the waiting room floor. "Woah dude". Rigsby and Cho each grabbed an arm and hoisted Jane up.
It was VanPelt who shrugged Jane awake, "Jane, the doctors said she's doing well. No internal damage. They are getting ready to settle her in a private room."
Jane blinked, he was coming out of a mental fog. "She's alright", he whispered as though a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders. He raked his hands through a couple of unruly curls. "Can we see her?"
She looked down, "they want her to rest, but Cho told them you are her husband and needed to see her."
Jane didn't know how to respond, so he just nodded. Then he finally added, "I don't...I don't think that's a good idea."
"What? Jane we know you still love your wi-"
"No. No. No. That's not what I meant", Jane said while shaking his head.
VanPelt waited for him to continue.
"She doesn't deserve this. I...I did this. I caused this to happen. All I do is cause her pain." He refused to meet VanPelt's eyes.
"Jane...", she looked at him with such sympathy.
"Look, now you see. I got my family killed. I caused Lisbon to almost be shot because of Red John. Then she was actually shot. And now...well, now he's crossed the line. She was dead...I thought she was dead. That I finally caused her to give the ultimate sacrifice." He continued to berate himself. He put a hand up to cover his mouth, while his elbow rested on his knee.
"Jane, stop it! All you do is punish yourself! It's Red John who did all of those terrible things. You didn't kill your family and you certainly didn't kill Lisbon." She hadn't realized how loudly she was speaking. People around them were now peering intently at her and Jane.
Jane jumped out of his seat and started pacing in front of her.
"Family for Teresa Lisbon?", the same blonde doctor from earlier called out.
Cho and Rigsby rose from their seats, moving towards her. On the way over, Cho dragged Jane along.
"Hi, you must be Patrick, Teresa's husband?", the doctor addressed Jane.
Jane didn't say a word. He simply took her hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you. I'm ", she stated with a smile. "We've got Teresa all set up in her own room and everything is looking good. If you'll follow me, Mr. Jane." She took off through the swinging doors down the hall. After a minute of walking she turned to Jane, "I'm sure this is a lot to take in. But you have nothing to worry about. She's in good hands."
He simply responded with a tight smile and sharp nod.
She suddenly stopped at a room with the blinds drawn and door shut. "She's right in there. Take as much time as you need. Call me if you have any problems", Dr. Hardy put a hand around his bicep.
He shrugged her off and pushed the door open. His steps faltered. He was afraid to walk inside. Earlier memories started running through his mind. Images of blood and Lisbon continuously flashed on and off. He squeezed his eyes shut, counted to ten, and proceeded into the room.
Lisbon's face was pale and her body looked frail. Her left eye was badly bruised. Boiling rage shot through his body. Red John must have punched her. She probably got that by fighting back against him. Jane sat down with a growl. Of course she would fight back. She wouldn't go down without some kind of resistance. He lifted a shaking hand to grasp hers. He was nervous. He wanted to run as far away as possible in order to keep her safe.
Lisbon stepped off the elevator. She was refreshed and ready to work. She'd taken a couple days off to rest after the Red John incident. She was ready to track him down to finally stop him from hurting anyone ever again.
"Hey Lisbon, great to see you back here", Agent Ron passed her while she walked towards the bullpen.
She smiled politely, "thanks it's good to be back." She turned the corner and halted her steps. What the hell? Pure fear surged through her whole body. Red John had left his mark on the glass window in the bullpen. It was covering the whole thing. Was she hallucinating? The most frightening part about it was that the blood was still dripping, it was still fresh. It felt like her skin had turned ice cold. She gasped, trying to force air into her tightening chest. Not again. He couldn't get her again. Where was the team?
"Cho? Grace? Rigs?", she called out, straining her neck around the corner. Her hands were shaking.
"Agent Lisbon...we weren't expecting you", Bertram slowly rose from behind Grace's desk. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his hands were covered in dried blood. Did he try to save a Red John victim at the CBI?
Her face scrunched up in confusion, "Sir? What happened?" Lisbon looked around, the entire building had cleared out: no agents walking around, no phones were ringing off the hook. All ambient noise had suddenly ceased. What was going on?
"I didn't know you were joining us", Reed Smith stood behind Lisbon smirking. He was wiping a knife on his suit pants. His knuckles were bloody like he had just beat someone up.
Another voice came within earshot, " Teresa...welcome. I don't think you'll be very happy with us." Ray Haffner? He was panting as though he had just finished running a marathon. Sweat was dripping down his neck and face, starting at his hairline. His clothes were rumpled just as Smith's and Bertram's were.
"Ray, what...what is going on?" She put her hands out gesturing to the knife and blood.
Haffner only shook his head and stepped a foot to his right, which revealed her worst nightmare. It was Jane, on the floor, face down, and also covered in blood.
"Jane!", she screamed in agony. She rushed to him and fell to her knees. She turned to face the three agents and yelled, "what the hell did you do to him?" They were all lined up side-by-side cocking their heads to the side, staring at her in confusion. They looked like robots. Lisbon felt something wet running down both cheeks. She put a hand to her face and wiped it. It was water, tears to be exact. She was crying? She gave them a look of incredulity and turned back to examine Jane. "Jane", she put a hand to the back of his head. His blonde curls were soaked, full of sweat, and radiating heat. What had they done to him? "Jane, please."
Jane's shoulders started shaking because of a coughing fit. He couldn't breathe. She helped him flip over. His eyes were squeezed shut in pain as he continued to cough. She checked the rest of his body out. His shirt had been ripped open and was drenched in blood.
"No", Lisbon whispered. She started crying even more. She could basically see Jane's insides. His stomach was slashed so badly. He had a hole in his stomach, starting at the bottom of his ribs. They must've stabbed him at least fifty times. "Jane", she cried, "I'm so sorry." She put her hands on him to stop the bleeding. Blood continued to rush through her fingers and all over her hands. There was so much.
"Help, Lisbon please help me", Jane managed to whisper.
"You failed Agent Lisbon. You couldn't save your own friend. He's going to die because you weren't here", Bertram spat at her disappointingly.
"Jane...I'm sorry. Jane", she said as she continued to cry.
"Lisbon! Wake up! Lisbon!", she heard Jane frantically call out to her.
TBC, let me know how it was. I know it was pretty similar to the actual episode. Future chapters will be a lot different though.