"If this is one of your stupid tricks I swear I will shoot you." Lisbon said with a note of anger and fear in her voice. He had to be kidding. She didn't want to think about what it would mean if he wasn't joking.

"Why would I try to trick you? I don't even know you." He asked in a scratchy voice. He looked honestly confused.

The nurse had managed to alert the doctor that Jane had woken up and he was now in the room. "Teresa," Dr. Harmer said calmly, "Why don't you go wait outside for a minute while I take a look. Ok?"

She nodded her head slowly and numbly walked out of the room. She stood in the hall trying to wrap her mind around what was going on. She had thought that when Jane woke up things would be better. The only thing physically wrong with him now was his broken leg and even that was healing nicely. She hadn't even thought about his mind not being ok.

He was all about his mind power. He had a photographic memory. How was it possible for him not to remember anything? Was she going to have to tell him that his wife was dead? Or about Red John? She had the sudden thought that she hadn't called anyone on the team to let them know he was awake. She pulled out her cell phone and hit speed dial number 3.

"Cho," she said when the phone was answered, "Jane's awake."

"Why don't you sound as happy as you should?" Asked Cho.

"Just call Rigsby and Van Pelt and come down to the hospital ok?" She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again and knew, if he asked any more questions, the tears would start again. She was not normally an emotional person, but these past few weeks were just wearing her down.

"Ok, boss." Was Cho's response and they both hung up the phone.

Lisbon leaned up against the wall. She just couldn't take it anymore. When was it going to be over? She thought he was lost when he had been in the accident. When she saw his bright blue eyes looking up at her she thought that all of the worrying would be over. Now she was back in limbo.

She was sitting on the floor with her back up against the wall and her head on her knees when the team showed up. Her eyes were read and swollen, but she had stopped crying. She looked up when she heard the steps coming towards her. She stood up and brushed herself off, trying to straighten herself out.

"What's going on? How's Jane?" The team was walking all at once. Lisbon was trying to figure out what to say when Dr. Harmer came out of Jane's room and shut the door behind him.

"Good, you're all here. I'll be able to explain to all of you what's going on." Dr. Harmer took a deep breath and looked around at the people who were surrounding him. They all cared about the man in the room behind him in their own way and what he was going to tell them was going to be hard for them to take. "Mr. Jane is suffering from retroactive amnesia, probably due to the brain injury he suffered in the accident. Other than the amnesia, he seems to be doing fine mentally."

"How can he have amnesia and be fine mentally?" Asked Lisbon at the same time that Van Pelt asked, "How bad is his amnesia?"

Dr. Harmer looked at the people surrounding him and noted the anxious looks on their faces. "Other than the memory loss, his reactions are fine. He can answer common sense questions and is mentally alert. As to what he's forgotten, it seems that he's forgotten everything that has happened in the last 15 years."

"What, he thinks its 1994?" asked Rigsby with disbelief.

"Yes, he does. If you'd like to go in and see him that's fine, but until we know how complete his amnesia is, be careful about what you say to him. We'll decide on a course of action in the next couple of days."

The rest of the team went into the room to see Jane for themselves, leaving Lisbon in the hall with the doctor. "Are you going to be ok, Teresa?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to be fine. I'm just in a little bit of shock. 15 years is a long time. It's going to take some getting used to."

He patted her on the shoulder and walked off. They would talk tomorrow about how to help Jane. Tonight she was on her own. She tried to remember what was going on in 1994 that would be different from today. Really big cell phones, no DVDs—even CDs had been too expensive for most people. No flat screen TVs or HD, huge laptops, no I-pods. She thought again. He hadn't been married in 1994, hadn't even known his wife to the best of her knowledge. If he really couldn't remember anything that would mean he didn't remember his wife or daughter…or Red John killing them.

She had often wondered what Jane had been like before Red John had killed his family. Now she was going to get a chance to find out.

Authors Note: Normally I put this at the top, but I have a feeling no one would have read it. I know 15 years is a long time, but I thought a lot about it before I decided on it. I figured Red John Killed Jane's family 5 years ago, his daughter looked to be about 7 (although I am a bad judge of age) in the flash back where she was playing the piano. That's 12 years. I wanted him to not remember his wife at all, so I figured dating for at least a year and married for at least one before they had his daughter so that's 14 years. Add one year just as a buffer and you have 15 years. And just as a reminder, I'm not a doctor, and while I did do a little resurch on amnisia, I have taken creativ licinse with this, a lot of creative licenes.