Authors Note: Thanks to Ebony 10 for being my beta and to every one who reviewed, they really are apreciated.
Disclaimer: Jane never ended up in a super hero costume last night, that's how you know I don't own them.
Lisbon waited for the rest of the team to leave before going in to see Jane. When they left the room they all looked a little shell shocked. They had worked with him for years, spent every spare moment with him in the past two weeks. They looked a bit like she had felt when he had asked her that question "Who are you?"
She knocked on the door and slowly went in the room. "Hey, Jane, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine. I suppose I'm supposed to know you, too?" He looked tired and more than just a little annoyed. Lisbon decided to try a different way.
"My name's Teresa Lisbon. Technically I'm your boss." She smiled at him. She wanted to go and sit in her regular chair, but didn't want to make him uncomfortable so she stayed standing at the end of his bed.
"Technically? What is it that we do? The other people wouldn't tell me." He almost looked like himself for a minute.
"What do you remember doing?" She hadn't had a chance to go back and look at his file. Was he working as a TV psychic 15 years ago?
"I had been talking with a television producer about a TV show. I'm a psychic." He was trying to impress her, she could tell.
"You're not on TV anymore. You work as a consultant with the CBI." She hoped that she hadn't said too much. Maybe he wouldn't ask why he wasn't on TV anymore.
"What do you mean I'm not on TV anymore?" No such luck. He had asked. Lisbon thought for a moment about how to say why he was no longer on TV without telling him about Red John.
"You are not a psychic. You are a spectacular fake. You were found out and came to work for us. Our team has an uncanny ability to close cases. We haven't been doing nearly as well with you in here." She tried to smile at him, but it was more of a sad smile than a happy smile.
Jane looked at her with a quizzical look on his face. "Go ahead and sit down. I know you want to." Lisbon nodded and sat down in the chair next to his bed. "Aren't you going to ask me how I knew?"
"No. You wouldn't tell me anyway. If I had to guess, I would say that you saw me looking at the chair and figured that I wanted to sit down, but wasn't comfortable doing so without being asked."
He looked a little shocked. "That's right."
"Too many years working with you, Jane." They sat in silence for a few minutes before he continued questioning her.
"How long ago did I start working with you, Teresa?" He asked quietly. She could tell that he was getting tired.
"You never call me Teresa." She didn't answer his question. She didn't want to. She wanted to stay as far away from anything that would bring up why he was working with them.
He looked over at her in the chair with a puzzled look on his face. "Why not? It's a beautiful name. It fits you very well." Despite her best efforts, Lisbon felt herself blushing. "You didn't answer my question."
Lisbon sighed. "We've been working together for about three years. You joined the team after Cho and Rigsby. Van Pelt's been with us for a little less than a year."
"Tell me about what I do. I'm not a cop. You said I was a consultant. What is that?" He was beginning to look more alert and all Lisbon wanted to do was tell him to go to sleep.
"You work your magic on the suspects and are, in general, a pain in the ass."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckled a little.
"For example, we had a case where a Russian mobster stole a painting. We couldn't do anything about it, but you decided that wasn't good enough. You got Cho and Rigsby to go along with you and stole the painting back. Do you know what I had to do to keep you out of trouble for that one?"
"Wow, I really am a pain in the ass." They both laughed at his remark. When they stopped there was an uncomfortable silence again. "What aren't you telling me?" He turned slightly in the bed to face her more completely.
"What makes you think I'm hiding something?" How had he figured it out so fast?
"You seem nervous. The others seemed nervous too. Why would that be?"
"Jane, you've been in a coma for two weeks. You wake up and don't remember the last 15 years of your life. Of course we're nervous." Anger, she could handle anger. Anger she was good at. "We were all afraid you were going to die! What if you never get your memory back? None of us knew you 15 years ago. We don't know what you were like. What if you can't make it work? We wouldn't be able to do it without you!"
"Feel better?" Jane asked with a smirk.
Lisbon just shook her head and stood up "You should really get some sleep. It's been a long day for you."
"Sit back down, Teresa. I didn't mean to laugh at you."
"Yes, you did." She said as she sat back down.
"Who are you to me?" He asked.
"I'm your boss." Lisbon said. What else would she be?
"I know that, but are you sure that's it? You said that 'we' didn't know what to do about me being in the hospital. I got the feeling that it was you who wouldn't know what to do. The nurse told me you sat with me every night."
"We all care about you. Cho came here and read to you on his lunch breaks. Rigsby and Van Pelt came before work and after work every day. We all cared about you." Defensive, another emotion she could handle.
"Yes, but they all went home. You are still here." He looked at her, trying to figure out what she was thinking.
She stood up again. "Good night, Jane. I'll come to see you in the morning." She walked towards the door.
Just as she was leaving she heard him say "Good night, Teresa."