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"Red John got to you. I thought...I thought you were dead", Jane said.

Lisbon looked deeply into his eyes. What she saw surprised her. His brows were scrunched in his classical facial expression of worry and pain. His eyes even started to tear up. What the hell had happened to her? She was about to ask him, but he abruptly broke their hold on each other.

"I should go. You need to rest", he told her without even glancing her way.

She responded with, "Jane! Wait!" He already tore the door open and sprinted out. What the hell was he in such a rush to do? Why was he so jumpy? He thought she was dead? He always runs away. Whenever their conversations turned a little personal, he bolted. Damn it. What was going on?

Her thoughts were interrupted by VanPelt entering the room. "Boss hey", she said with a grin. "How do you feel?"

"Fine, but I'm confused." She was still recovering from Jane's behavior.

VanPelt's face turned into a frown. She looked around the room, "Wait, where's Jane?"

She took a deep breath, "I have no idea. He started to tell me what happened and then he suddenly rushed out. He jumped out of the chair and literally sprinted out the door." Lisbon shook her head. "What's his problem?"

VanPelt was looking at the floor, refusing to meet Lisbon's eyes.

"Grace", Lisbon said firmly.

VanPelt was startled, "it's been a really hard situation for him to deal with."

Lisbon scoffed while shaking her head, "of course, he makes everything about himself."

"Boss, you don't understand. Red John called him from your cell phone. I don't know what he said exactly, but it put Jane into some kind of shock. He was zoned out until we arrived at that house. Jane attacked three SacPD officers in order to get to you-"

"What!", Lisbon interrupted.

VanPelt shook her head. "It doesn't matter right now. All I know is Cho found him in an upstairs bedroom completely hysterical and unresponsive. He was having a breakdown, Boss. And then Wayne and I came up with the medics...Jane wouldn't let them touch you. He thought they were Red John minions. But...um...", her speech faltered.

"What? Grace, what happened?" Lisbon was getting restless in her bed.

"He calmed down. We found you on a bed. You were face down...on your stomach. Jane thought you were dead because SACPD told us you were. But then they got you to the hospital...Jane rode with you. He was in bad shape", she finished.

"I have no memory of what happened. I know that I got to the house, heard some suspicious noises, and went in. I found Brett Partridge, attacked and bleeding. He said Tyger, Tyger to me. Then, my memory goes blank. So...Jane was right. Red John knew that we were monitoring the locations. Damn it."

That sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Both processing all of the information.

"Boss, I'm worried about Jane. He's a mess."

Lisbon couldn't believe that Jane was acting this way. Why did he leave? "Why did he run away?"

VanPelt's face turned serious. She opened and closed her mouth several times. "He's in love with you, that's why."

Lisbon almost laughed and cried at the same time. No way. There was no way Jane loved her. She held eye contact with VanPelt.

The door opened, rattling the blinds, and broke Lisbon from her reverie. She looked over. It was a tall blonde woman with a doctor's coat on.

She smiled brightly at Lisbon and VanPelt, "Hi it's great to see you awake."

Lisbon just looked at her in surprise.

"Oh sorry, silly me, I'm Dr. Hardy. I'm supervising your care."

"Hi, nice to meet you", Lisbon replied with a fake smile.

Suddenly Dr. Hardy frowned, "I was going to talk to you and your husband about your condition. Do you want me to come back in a little while?"

Lisbon's jaw dropped down, almost to her chest. Her eyes were huge like wide saucers. Husband...what husband?

VanPelt almost busted out with laughter, until Lisbon looked over at her accusingly. "Um, he went back to our station to get an update on Teresa's attacker." VanPelt glanced at Lisbon and shook her head almost imperceptibly to silence her questioning.

VanPelt's answer seemed to appease Dr. Hardy, "Alright well...when you were admitted we gave you a CT scan and a blood test. Everything was normal on your scan, so there's nothing to worry about with your brain. We noticed the bruise on your left eye. You were most likely hit in the face with a two-by-four. We assume that was what your attacker used to knock you out. Your ribs are a little bruised so they should be sore for a while. Unfortunately, we found traces of Amytal. This is a type of sedative. It explains why the police officers thought that you were dead. Your pulse and breathing rates were probably extremely low. You may experience headaches and body aches, but other than that you are as good as normal." She took a deep breath, "Do you have any questions?"

"Um, when can I leave?", Lisbon answered.

The doctor chuckled, "Whenever you want, but I recommend bed rest for at least two days. Your body needs to recover. And I assume your husband will be with you to keep an eye on you?"

"Yea", Lisbon squeaked out.

Dr. Hardy nodded, "Sounds great. I can bring the necessary paperwork to you so we can get started on your discharge. Here's my number in case you have any questions or concerns later on." She handed Lisbon a business card. "Alright, be back in a jiffy", she said while walking out the door.

Lisbon rolled her eyes. That woman was too cheery. She turned and gave VanPelt her best cop stare. The one she usually saved for suspects. "So, I now have a husband?"

"We told them you and Jane were married. It was the only way he could get in to see you so early", VanPelt replied sheepishly.

"And you see how well that turned out", Lisbon dead panned.

"He'll come around", VanPelt said confidently.

TBC, so not that exciting but next chapter things heat up :) please review and include any suggestions you might have. Thanks.