Here we go, chapter two...

Patrick's whole body stiffened. "Wha-what?" He stuttered.

"I, I was walking towards the 7/11, there was no one else around, I checked before I got out the car... I checked." She insisted, as if trying to convince him. "But... but then they grabbed me. Before I got there and dragged me behind the shop. I... I couldn't scream - their hand was over my face I couldn't breathe!" Panic was creeping into her voice.

He held her tighter, to reassure her and she paused and took a breath before speaking again. "More appeared out of nowhere, they had balaclavas... four, there were four of them." She said frankly, like facts in a case.

"They..." remembering what came next rendered her silent. Patrick sensed the change in her. She became very still, he couldn't even feel her breathe. He felt fear and shame and... anger emanating from her. He could tell she wasn't going to continue. "Teresa" he said softly.

"I can't... I can't Jane, I just can't!" She struggled out of his grasp and rose on shaky legs. She reached an arm out to steady herself on the wall as her head and shoulders slumped. Defeated. Jane thought as her looked at her. But he could see her desperately clinging to any semblance of control and strength to keep going, to keep herself together.

He slowly rose and she looked up as he reached her level. Through the dishevelled hair dangling in front of her face he saw tired eyes, fear and desperation were vague partners to the exhaustion he saw pouring out.

He took a step towards her and she took one away from him. "Don't ask me Jane, please don't ask me." She said in a quiet voice. She was looking at his feet as he took another step and she another one back. "Patrick...no" she didn't know herself what she meant but she was just so tired. She wanted her strength and confidence back, to make him leave so she could fall apart alone. Apparently he had other ideas. He took two quick paces before she could react and had his arms around her before she realised what'd happened. It was just in time as her legs gave way and she fell into him. On the verge of passing out, she felt herself lifted off the ground and her arms wrapped round his neck on impulse.

Patrick had never seen Lisbon, let alone anyone, so severely shaken. She couldn't even hold herself up and his worry was spiking higher than ever before. He cared so much about her he couldn't stand to see her in such pain. It was only when he lifted her into his arms that he felt the back of her shirt was ripped. What dreadful thing must've happened to cause this? He carried her out to his couch in the bullpen and gently laid her on it. He quickly went to turn a lamp on at a desk to give the room a dull glow then returned to her side. In the better light he saw the dirt and small scrapes on her face, he saw the hole in the knee of the trousers she wore and how dirty her clothes were. Her tangled hair suggested a struggle and as he took her hand in his, her grazed palm revealed she'd tried to break a fall. He removed his jacket and laid it over her. She was already on the edge of sleep and when he returned with a damp cloth and a glass of water, she had surrendered to it.

He carefully cleaned her face and hands as she slept, confident she was too fatigued to wake. After an hour, Patrick's attention was caught as Teresa stirred in her sleep, she began jerking as if to escape something and a pained moan escaped her lips. Patrick laid a hand on her forehead and said in a quiet but firm voice "Teresa, wake up." She did so immediately with a jolt. Eyes searching for a second before finding Patrick and visibly relaxing. She sunk back into the couch. A confused look came over her face as she wondered why she was here, why she was so tired, but memories soon filled in the blanks and she inwardly cringed remembering events. They fast forwarded and she remembered the feel of Patrick's arms holding her softly, her panic and near collapse and the vague sensation of being carried and laid on the couch. Instead of fear she now felt overwhelmingly safe knowing Jane was watching over her. Her eyes slipped shut again before she could stop them.

Jane's hand returned to her forehead and she turned into it slightly. He couldn't help a faint smile crossing his lips at this.

A couple more times during the night Teresa woke with a start after a nightmare but Patrick was always there to reassure her and she quickly settled again.

Jane stood at the window as the first rays of sun began creeping through the city buildings. He heard Teresa stir behind him and he turned quietly to watch her. She pushed herself up on one elbow and visually swept the room. No Patrick. She looked down at his jacket still half covering her and touched it despondently. Her other hand came to her head as if in pain. At this Patrick cleared his throat to announce his presence and moved towards the couch. Lisbon whirled round at the sound and he didn't miss her wince at the movement.

"I, I thought you left." She said, almost embarrassed.

"Never." He simply replied. Crouching in front of her he looked intently into her eyes. He saw none of last night's fierce emotions. Besides slight discomfort there was subdued pain and a dull lingering of anxiety. She was lucid and alert - he breathed an inner sigh of relief. He hadn't been sure she'd recover so well after the events of a few hours ago.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Fantastic." She deadpanned.

"How's your head?"

"...Not so great."

He handed her the glass of water and a couple paracetamol. "Thanks." She mumbled and took them.

"Jane, I'm sorry..."

"Whatever for?" He asked, confused

"Piling on you, keeping you here all night, you shouldn't have had to..."

He put his hand over hers. "I wouldn't have been anywhere else."

I know -dodge ending for this chapter but I couldn't be bothered writing more before posting hehe

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