Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. It was a much better first response than I expected and for that I am grateful. Oh god, I just saw the season premiere, like 5 minutes ago, it was amazing! And the hug between Jane and Lisbon, a bit awkward for Lisbon but still sweet. I'm ecstactic. Will they just kiss already?! The second installment is here, hope you like it. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I have a hundred bucks which I saved up this week, but other than that, I don't think I'm close to owning it.

"Patrick has suffered severe brain damage," Doctor Riddly said as he held up the x-ray results for Lisbon and the rest of the team to view. "There's no current activity in a part of his brain, where he'd hit his head, causing what we hope is temporary amnesia." Lisbon shuddered at the mention of hoping it was temporary amnesia. "But how does that explain him recalling his former wife and child?" The doctor cleared his throat, "Well, we're currently running tests. Nothing is definite as yet but we believe that when Mr. Jane fell and hit his head, the part of his brain that currently lives in present is the part that is brain dead and the other portion of his brain that helps him remember, that holds all his memories is the one he's currently functioning on. So in simple terms, he's living in the past."

She was completely void of emotion; Teresa didn't know what she was feeling. It was all too much. She sank to the bed in a sitting position as Van Pelt wrapped her arm around her shoulders. They couldn't lose Jane. It had been so difficult for him to move on, to finally decide that there were things remaining in his life worth living for. It hadn't been an easy path, but she'd stuck with him through it all. How was she going to relate to him that his wife and child were no longer living? That they had been murdered by Red John? The last time had landed him in a psychiatric hospital, what now? She couldn't bear to his heart break again and his world shatter all over again. How was she to explain to him that she was now his present and future? She wasn't sure anymore. God, how was she to explain that she was carrying his child?! The thought of him resenting her and her unborn child brought her to tears. She sobbed as Grace held her stroking her hair softly, whispering words of comfort into her hair. They were meaningless to her, words couldn't change what had happened, it couldn't bring back her Patrick.

Cho watched his tough lady boos break down right in front of her team and he had to admit it was quite unnerving. She was usually the steady rock that held them together, that formed a bond between them, and he'd be lying if he said he was terrified for her. Rigsby had remained oddly silent the entire time, fighting his fears alone. They couldn't lose Jane. He knew how much the annoying, arrogant consultant meant to his boss. Hell, he had been Jane's beat man, along with Cho, at their wedding, and it broke his heart viewing his boss' demise. The doctor had left briefly granting the members a few moments by themselves, before returning. "I'm extremely sorry about your husband's state Mrs. Jane," he attempted to offer. Rigsby nodded in response. "Dr. Riddly, you did say it was temporary, didn't you?" Rigsby inquired helpfully.

"We hope that it's temporary," he emphasized. Cho crossed his arms over his chest defiantly speaking up, "Is there anything we can do to help uh jog his memory?" The doctor nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes. One can attempt showing pictures, videos; uh even therapy might be beneficial." Cho stepped up close to him in hopes of voicing his inquiry without Lisbon hearing. He didn't want to upset her much more than she was. "Would you recommend informing Jane about his... accident and explaining about his wife and child and Lisbon?" he cocked his head slightly towards the woman sitting on the bed. Her crying had come to a halt but she still looked broken and hollow. "Um, it's a sensitive subject. For now, I recommend you withhold that piece of information."

"But he has to find out somehow right?"

"Of course, in a few days' time. For now, just—"

"Lie," Cho finished for him. Dr. Riddly nodded solemnly before taking his departure.

Teresa had dried her damp eyes with the backs of her hands by the time Dr. Riddly had left. An awkward silence engrossed them and Rigsby shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. "I'm pregnant," Teresa voiced, severing the silence. Six pairs of eyes stared astonishingly at her individually debated whether she had actually spoken or not. "I'm sorry, what?" Van Pelt asked as Cho and Rigsby managed to close their mouths.

"I said I'm pregnant," she laughed bitterly, humorlessly. "Perfect timing, huh?" No one said anything, they couldn't find the words. "And if I— when I tell Jane, he'll not only hate me, but he'll have hatred for our baby too."

"Hey now," Rigsby came over to her, resting a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "You know that's not true, Jane could never hate you."

She snapped and moved away from him, "I know that, Rigsby, Our Jane would never hate me, but that's not our Jane anymore!" When he recoiled she softened, her eyes filled with regret. "I—I'm sorry. I just—could I get some time alone? Please?"

They all nodded and filed out of the room together. She could feel their pity and hated it. It made her feel so vulnerable.

When they had all left she got up and walked over to Patrick's cubicle. She stood outside and watched him through the glass. He was asleep and he looked so at ease, just like all the other nights they had spent together. She shook her head clearing her thoughts before sucking in a breath and pushing herself through the glass. She stopped briefly before compelling herself into the uncomfortable plastic chair by his bed. She sighed heavily, placing her hands in her lap to prevent herself from toughing him. Oh how she yearned to touch him, just a simple touch on the hand or a caress of his cheek. But she couldn't, he wasn't hers anymore but albeit that, she would still fight for him. She would await that day when he would take her into his arms again, when they would share her pregnancy with him. It would come, it had to.

A sudden voice startled her from her thoughts, "Are you just going to stare at me all day?" She emitted a gasp and looked over to find an amused Patrick staring at her. Yet, she knew it wasn't her Patrick, there wasn't the twinkle in his eye when he smiled at her. That was now reserved for Rebecca. She smiled sadly before greeting him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, "I'm sorry ma'am, but do I know you? You seem to have a familiar face." Something inside her jumped before she mentally calmed herself.

"I'm your—I'm a friend." He pouted and she found it hard to resist the urge to kiss his then.

"Oh? I don't remember you. Never mind that, why am I here? What happened?" she bit her lip, "You had an accident, um, you fell." She settled for a vague explanation. She watched as he nodded absentmindedly, the sedatives must be getting to him. His eyes eventually stopped fluttering and snapped closed. She smirked; he was trying to fight the sleep. In a way he still was her obstinate Patrick.

A/N: Not very fond of this chapter, too slow for my taste, but every story has some of theses, huh? Well, I'd like to know what you think, and what you'd like to see happen, because I'm all for the readers' enjoyment. Take care, xxx Cordy.

My friends are rolling their eyes at me whenever I bring up The Mentalist, which is every time I get to talk to them. I leant one of my friends my complete season one set and you know what she said? She claims that she doesn't "see" the Jane/Lisbon thing that I go off about. Seriously, she must be blind. Well I guess this was boring for you to read so I'll shut up now. Bye!