Author's note : I hope you liked this chapter. It know it was a bit twisted and weird and I'm afraid the next chapter is gonna be even more. By since it's a hurt/comfort story what could you expect ? But don't worry it's not a drama it's a beautiful tragedy so I promise two more chapters to go and you will have your happy ending ;) Next chapter you will know about the Lorelai thing sorry I left it in the air !
Let me know if you like the sherlock holmes thing ! I guess I was inspired after I watched the new CBS show "Elementary" last night. Anyways if you are a big Mentalist and shelock holdmes fan and haven't started watching yet I highly recommend it to you xDD
Ps: don't forget to comment and let me know what you think, no shit =)
Chapter 3 (In Between)
Since Jane had been in coma, Lisbon couldn't sleep anymore, she couldn't eat and she didn't recall the last time she took a shower. Despite her obligations at the CBI she had decided to put Cho in charge while she stayed with Jane. She knows only to well he would feel like a lost child secastrated from his mother when he would wake up alone in an hospital bed claiming for her presence.
Lisbon rubbed the aching pressure between her eyebrows and closed her eyes to rest them for a while. She woudn't sleep, no she couldn't allow herself that.
Despite her desire to stay awake all signs of exhaustion were engulfing her into sleep. Her head slowly bent backwards on the cold metal chair and her breathing started to slow down, she was sleeping…
"Lisbon…Lisbon" repeated the red-hair agent as she shook her shoulder
"wait, what where am I ?" Lisbon asked almost in shock
"you're in Sacramento hosptial calmo down" Grace said slowly holding back her smile
"I'm sorry Grace I guess I fell asleep" Lisbon hissed with a hint of guilt
"I'm here to take the night shift" Grace Van Pelt told the dark-haired agent
"I'm fine" Lisbon mumbled all grumpy
"no offense boss but you've been here for three days you need to rest" Grace said nervously
"but what if he wakes…" Lisbon tried to argue but to tired to actually sound convincing
"shush" Grace said
"don't talk to me like that I'm still your superior" Lisbon said pointing a finger at her co-worker
"okay" Grace said a bit hurt but tried to hide it
Grace knew since the whole Lorelai incident, Lisbon wasn't herself anymore. The women was grumpy and she had been rude more then once with her. But Lisbon was her boss and her hands were tied on the matter, especially when it came to Jane. It was always a sensitive spot.
What was the matter with her ? Lisbon thought to herself. Grace had tried to be nice with her she had been since she came back and what does she do, she rebukes the women about the bounderies between co-workers.
If Lisbon was beeing honest to herself the line had long been cross when she had let Patrick Jane enter her life but she woudn't dare admit it to anyone and far less to herself.
Lisbon looked at Jane in awe. He looked so peaceful yet so pale with his soft blond curls all in place and his pink lips tainted with a hint of red probably due to lack of hydration. For a while her hand hang in the air unable to decide if she should take his like he had done with her in the desert for what seems like ages now.
But she stopped halfway when someone behind her knocked on the door.
"agent Lisbon" said a tall black men
"yes" she said with a soft voice
"I'm agent Turcot I need to talk to you for a second" the men said
Lisbon stood up
"what's it about ?" Lisbon asked eyebrows lift
"I can't tell it's a matter of national security" the men said in a bureaucratic tone
"agent all due respect but I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me exactly what's going on" Lisbon said with an accusing finger
The agent's jaw clenched and he looked away for a while
"it's about Lorelai…you need to come with me" he said
For a second Lisbon regreted to have declined Grace's offer. If she needed to go, who would look over Jane. But she was a CBI agent and Jane's state shoudn't stop her from doing her job she thought, plus after three days of sleep deprivation and sequestrations between the walls of an hospital she definitely needed to take a breath of fresh air.
"let's go" Lisbon said
Right before closing the door behind her, Lisbon hadn't noticed Jane's eyelids flutter.
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"open your eyes Jane I'm there" a soft yet gentle voice hummed into his ears
A smile came across his lips. He opened his eyes in a single move. His smile faded.
"Charlotte you're here again it's not possible" Jane said
"why ?" she said vexed
"you're suppose to be…" Jane started but didn't finish measuring the pound of his words
"you mean what ? you mean dead" Charlotte finished for him
"you're not real" Jane finally said "I saw you in the pool and now you're here" he pointed out
"elementary my dear Jane" Charlotte chuckled
"why are you here ?" Jane asked
"so you haven't found out yet ?" the blonde little girl asked with a sparkle in her eyes
"no you tell me Charlou" Jane said
"don't call me like that I'm too old now" Charlotte said looking away
Charlotte and her dad staired at each other for a while before there was a quick flash again and Jane felt his body leave him again and transport him somewhere he didn't know. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised by the ambiance. He was standing in an old yet classy office with a very vintage allure which he liked ; a small yet intimate space, wooden furnitures and a cracking fireplace apposed to a brick wall.
Jane paced the room and decided that whoever lived here was probably comfortable financially and from a long lignage of British familly. And from the astronomous quantity of parchment paper soiled with ink spread on the desk, the owner had exquisite tastes. Jane's attention quickly shift towards a very old fashioned monocular and decided to stare into it. It was probably worth a fortune nowadays.
"it's a very old and rusty piece of trivia" a voiced called
"Charlotte" Jane said in anticipation "it's a 19th century british magnifying glass piece of trivia may I correct" Jane teased
"like I said" Charlotte responded "old and rusty"
"so where are we now ?" he asked her seriously
"you're the one with the skills dad you tell me" Charlotte said defiantly
"well like you said it's old…and judging from the amount of paper and the typing machine I'm guessing the owner is in arstistic business probably a writer" Jane said with a smile
"not bad" Charlotte said with a smile "what else ?"
"you do it" Jane told her
"now that woudn't be fair" she said holding a laugh
"why not ?" Jane asked offended
"because I'm the one who brought you here in the first place" she teased
"of course" he said eyebrows knit "you mind giving me a clue ?" he said
"ok fair enough" she said "who is your favorite writer Patrick ?" Carlotte asked lips pursed
"Shakespear" Jane said
"really" she pouted to tease him "ok then who is your second favorite writer ?" she asked
"hum…Conan Doyle" he said "interresting" he adds to himself
"so you know where we are then" she said with a satisfied smile
"I've known it from the start Charlotte I was just curious why you would brought me here" he said with a smile
The blonde girl's smile dropped afar.
"how did you know ?" she asked dissapointed
"old victorian house 221 Baker Street" he told her "we're in Sherlock Holmes humble lair" he said
After all the evidences in front of him, Jane had no problem collecting and gathering all the pieces of the puzzle together. At first, he got suspicious when he saw the closed case of a violin trashed into some corner of the room. Then he had seen from the window the adress number from across the street ; he didn't need to see the name of the street to know exactly where he was.
"street numbers are usually following in a decreasing order…you can see the the number 220 from across the street so it could only mean the adresse here is 221 and well I guess everything else just makes sense" Jane said
"teach me" Charlotte said on a serious tone
"you know I can't" Jane said swallowing with dissappointement
"yes you can you just don't know it yet" she said "you have the power to stay with me dad and with mom too…you can teach me how to swim and cool stuff like reading people and picking pockets that can be perfect…only if you trust me" she said in a very convincing tone
Realization hit him and like a bombshell in a minefield. From the beginning of this ludicrous nightmare, what he tought was just an apparation of his daughter turned out to be the most develish lifesucker. Not only the older version of Charlotte was trying to suck in the guilt inside of him for causing death to her and her mom but she was trying to relief him from his pain with "to good to be true" promeses.
"you're not real" Jane finally said "my daughther was murdered…she was murdered ten years ago and you're just a pale copy of her" Jane said with a vein pulsing next to his temple.
Jane was trying to hide the anger and the fair beneath him arising through his panting chest : under his carapace lived a deeply hurt human beeing who hated the toughts to appear petty and innocent especially in front of a fifteen years old little girl who claims to be his daughter.
"you can't even recognize your own daughter how pathetic dad" Charlotte said with mean smile
"get out of my head now…" Jane yelled as he got a step closer to Charlotte "you're not her, please stop tourmenting me, please stop" Jane shouted as he roughtly grabed the girl's arm
Jane was at a hair's breadth of bursting out of anger and tears and he could see the fair in the girl's eyes. But a voice behind him instantly soothed his impulse. When he looked back, Teresa Lisbon was standing there once again with a calm yet worried expression on her face. When he turned back Charlotte had long again dissapear.
"Jane it's okay…" but he interrupted her as if he had the biggest confession to make
"she's dead…Charlotte's dead" Jane started now tears freely running down from the corner of his eyes
"I know" Lisbon said with a soft comforting voice
"who are you ?" Jane said almost stuttering
"what ?" Lisbon asked almost in shock
"I don't know who you are get away from me" Jane said
Jane was genuinely scared and his eyes showed he would do anything to defend himself if Lisbon got too close.
"Jane it's me Lisbon" she tried to reach for him but he stepped back
For a moment, everything inside Jane's head spinned at full speed like an infectuous merry-go-round. He could almost ear the worn out soud of the carousel ringing like a circus town.
Jane was in the waiting line ; he only hoped that soon enough this living nightmare would stop and that maybe he would feel again the raw emotion of his heartbeat, alive and fast.
