Chapter 3

A/N: I'm a bit disappointed. I can only assume that from the amount of favourite-story alerts and story alerts that people enjoy my story or so I hope, but really, sometimes an author needs to hear it (or read in this case). It gives encouragement and right now, I'm feeling a bit gloomy. Hope you like this chapter and please review.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

Jane woke up to a vacant room. Flashes of his encounter with a beautiful woman breezed through his half-closed eyes. It took him a moment to register his surroundings as the distasteful smell that of the hospital invaded his nostrils. His squeezed his lids together and drew in a sharp breath. He had to get out of there. He had to cease the worry of his family; let them know he was fine. Jane carefully lifted his head and groaned as he felt a crick in his neck. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and immediately regretted his decision as bile rose to his throat. He took a few steady breaths, mentally calming himself before he attempted to steady himself on his feet.

Taking baby steps towards the door, he subconsciously found his mind meandering to the dark-headed woman who had visited him a few days prior. There was something oddly familiar about her, almost as if he'd known her from somewhere yet couldn't place a name to the face. He groaned, frustrated with himself for his inability to do something so simple as to remember.

Just the second as he reached for the knob of the door, it swung open unexpectedly, knocking Jane to his back-side. He moaned in slight agony as he felt his bones shift throughout his body. Lisbon emitted a horrendous gasp before promptly leaping to his side. "I'm so sorry Patrick, I didn't mean to—aren't you supposed to be in bed? Do you need help? Should I get a nurse?"

"Jeez woman, just help me up. No nurses, just get me off the ground." He chuckled much to Lisbon's confusion but nonetheless, she silently extended her hand and ushered him back to his bed. He protested but was silenced by her steely glare. Why did this woman have so much power over him? Why was he obeying her orders? He didn't even know her name! His brow knitted together as he sat on the edge of the mattress. He was mentally analyzing her every move. The twitch in her eye, the thin smile she offered him, the way her brows pulled together, the way her lips looked especially inviting. What the hell?!! What the hell was he thinking?! He was married, happily married with his beautiful little girl. He had never felt any sexual attraction to another woman since he'd met his wife. Sure there were women he thought pretty but never to make his mind wander to mental images that were forbiddingly inappropriate! She was the one he loved, the one he was spending his life with, then why the hell was his mind conjuring images of the woman in front of him that were far from innocent? He shook his head, willing the images to disintegrate and they did, as soon as his eyes locked with hers.

"Who are you?" he inquired from his partner. She broke eye contact with him before glancing to the ground. "My name's Teresa Lisbon, I—uh, I work with the CBI: California Bureau of Investigation."

"How do I know you? And why can't I remember you or anything much about my accident." He was prodding and she didn't know whether to tell the truth. Dr. Riddly did recommend waiting a few days before confronting him with the news and it had been three days since her last visit. Cautiously coming to a decision, she reached over to place her hand on his and was surprised to say the least that he hadn't retracted. She took a deep breath before finally exhaling, "Do you remember a Red John?" Jane nodded, not quite sure what she was getting at but decided it best not to interrupt her. "Well-- God how do I say this to you-- Red John murdered your wife and child, I'm so sorry, if it were up to me, I'd never tell you but you need to know."

Jane stared at her emotionlessly. She had to be kidding. Was she serious? He'd just seen his wife and kissed his daughter good-bye before leaving for work a few days ago. She was clinically insane, if she somehow expected him to believe her lies. He jerked his hand away from hers. Tears sprang to her eyes as she saw the hurt, fear and most of all anger reflected in his eyes. Anger towards her. Jane leaped from the bed away from Teresa. "How could you say something like that? What kind of— "

"It's true," she pleaded with him, his back facing her. "I wouldn't lie to you, I hate doing this to you, but you can't live like this forever. You had to know the truth."

"You wouldn't? You wouldn't lie to me? I don't even know you! You're nobody to me! Stop feeding me lies, I need to get out of here." He was facing her now, hot anger flashing behind his beautiful blue eyes.

His last statement cut her deep. She knew she shouldn't be hurt because technically it wasn't her Jane speaking, but she couldn't help it, it just flew out. "I'm your wife!" His eye portrayed astonishment and his entire body froze. He observed her subconsciously placing a hand on her stomach gently.

"You're pregnant." It wasn't a question. He could tell, he might be in an unstable state but his observational skills weren't something he could just turn off.

"Yes," she whispered inaudibly, looking anywhere but at his penetrating gaze. "I'm telling you the truth Patrick, I'm not—"

"I know."

He had taken her by surprise. She managed to look him in the eye, her brows furrowing in confusion. "You do?"

"It's seven years later than I last remember, I checked the calendar," he nodded towards the hanging book on the wall. She swallowed hard as his gaze landed on her hand where laid her wedding ring, "Patrick… " she began but was cut off by him again.

"I—I have to think." He turned away from her and left her standing in the room alone. Teresa wrapped her arms around her stomach and sobbed quietly. Why did she feel as if she'd just make the worst mistake of her life? She sat down back in the chair and pulled her legs up to her chest, snuggling into herself.

A/N: Angst coming up before the fluff. We'll have psychiatrist's appointments and Lisbon and Jane coping as she goes into her nine months. Hope you liked it. REVIEW. Take care, xxx Cordy.