Chapter 5

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"Here we are." Lisbon pushed open the door to her…er their home. It was a simple two story house with a big enough yard out back. Patrick had surprised her with it when he'd sold his house. He'd found it online, and it was conveniently close enough to the CBI. They'd only been living in it a few months before his accident.

Jane silently walked in after her. His eyes flickered to everything he could lay his eyes on. He was no doubt trying to analyze her, attempting to piece together what he could about their life together. His eyes came upon some pictures displayed along the vanity by the door. He neared it and picked up the first frame. Jane couldn't help but notice how happy he seemed in the picture. He was seated on a sofa talking with the Asian he remembered as Cho. Although he was facing Cho, his eyes had meandered elsewhere. Teresa was standing across the room, rolling her eyes at him. He was looking at her with adoration, lust and love. Jane returned the picture to the stand and looked at another. It was a picture of him and Teresa… on their wedding day. They were just outside the chapel. He had lifted her in his arms, carrying her, while their lips were sealed in a heated kiss. He was smiling against her lips and she was grinning. They both looked so happy.

"The guest bedroom's on the left." Jane turned to the voice of Lisbon behind him. He smiled and muttered a 'thanks' before going off in the direction she'd pointed out.

She sighed as she watched him retreat and turned her gaze to the pictures he'd been looking at. She contemplated turning them down before she walked into the kitchen and commenced dinner preparations.

Minutes later, she heard water flowing and assumed he was taking a bath. A sudden ring echoed through her apartment and Teresa left the onion rings she'd been frying to answer the call.

"Lisbon," came Minelli's voice once she'd answered. "I'm just calling to give you the therapist's appointments for Jane. He's ordered to begin tomorrow. It's three hours every day for the next month."

"He'll be there."

"Dr. Morgan will be joining you at your home. You might be required to attend some appointments also, but otherwise I expect you back at work tomorrow."

Lisbon nodded, "Yes Sir."

"How is he, Lisbon?" She sighed, "He's okay so far. Too soon to know anything, but I'll update you on anything important."

"I appreciated it. Take care, Lisbon. Get some sleep."

She snapped her phone shut and ran a hand through her hair. She was exhausted but sleep wouldn't come so easily.

"Who was that?" Lisbon looked up to see Jane standing at the door way dressed in a button down shirt and a pair of loose fitting trousers. "Minelli," she responded, trying to pry her eyes away from his exposed chest. At his confusion she elaborated, "Our boss. He called to set up your therapist's appointments with a Dr. Morgan. She'll be here tomorrow." He frowned and nodded solemnly.

After dinner, which was spent in relative silence, Lisbon retreated to her bedroom and Jane to his. She had moved most of his stuff that he would require into the spare bedroom for him. He'd thanked her and said good night before they parted. Lisbon lay in bed thinking of the awkwardness between them. Would it ever get easier? It felt like she was hosting a complete stranger in her home. Groaning, she turned over so she laid on her stomach. Forcefully closing her eyes, she tried to drift off.

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Two blue eyes penetrated the ceiling above the bed. Jane hadn't slept a wink that night. How could he? So much had happened the last few years that he wondered how he had dealt with it. How had he come to terms with his family's death? How had he managed to move on? Lying there, Jane thought he would've thought it would be impossible, but here he was, married to a beautiful, loving woman and he couldn't remember any of it. Pushing the covers away from his body, he got up from his bed and made his way out into the hall. "Lisbon?" he called and when he received no answer he ventured into the kitchen.

"Lisbon?" he called once again before he noticed a stick-it poster on the microwave. It was a note from Lisbon stating that she went into work and would be back later. She also reminded him of his appointment with Dr. Morgan at 11am. Glancing at the clock which read 9.38, he groaned before he went to shower.

After he emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in just a towel, he made his way to the kitchen. Taking out the ingredients needed to make himself a grilled Panini, he sat on the stool at the counter and began to work. It bothered him that he knew where to look for the ingredients but he just shrugged it off. Finishing his sandwich, he washed the dishes and got dressed afterwards. As he was just about finished with his jacket, the doorbell went off.

Jane sighed as he opened the door to be greeted by a woman around thirty-thirty five. She was tall, about his height, with long blond hair and green eyes.

"Mr. Jane I presume," she smiled warmly and introduced herself, "I'm Dr. Morgan." She shook his hand. "We'll be seeing a lot of each other this month." Jane nodded and led her into the living room. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?" he asked as she took residence on one of the sofas.

"Tea please."

He left to get the beverage in the kitchen when she called out to him, "Is your wife home, Mr. Jane?" He was confused for a moment, "My wife?" he instinctively responded.

"Yes. Uh, Teresa Lisbon, am I right?"

Oh right. Teresa Lisbon, his wife. "No, she's at work." He returned to the living room, two cups of steaming tea in hands, and took the seat opposite her. She took her cup and nodded. " Good. I was hoping our first session would be alone. Let's get acquainted. Tell me a little about yourself Mr. Jane."

"There's not much to tell Doctor. Quite frankly this is a waste of time." She gave a thin smile.

"Everything's relevant Patrick. Okay then, let's start with your childhood. What do you remember?"

" I was a normal boy, did normal things." Dr. Morgan sighed, defeated. " Mr. Jane. This is not a game. I am trying to help you. Wouldn't like to remember? Let me help you. Let's start over. Anything that stands out from your childhood?"

Jane groaned, "My- my father would have me perform mind games on people… for money. He was… talented like I am with observation. I learnt most of what I know from him. When I didn't want to continue lying and deceiving people, he would, um he would become abusive. Then when I grew up, I did what I knew best. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?" He let out a dry chuckle. Dr. Morgan listened attentively and on occasions, took notes.

"And your mother?"

"She'd left when I was younger. Just took off. There's not much that I remember about her so there's no use going there." She nodded.

"Tell me about your former wife." He smiled a sad smile.

"I was in college when I first saw her…."

A/N: Please drop a review. Chapter 6 will be up sooner since it's the weekend. Take care, xxx Cordy