A/N: Again, thank-you for the reviews, they make my day :) Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I was in suspense writing it! haha!

After having being told by everyone to take Lisbon home, Jane wordlessly helped an unsteady Lisbon out the office and to the elevators. Once the elevator doors closed, Jane looked over at Lisbon. "How-"

"Like shit," Lisbon murmured as she leaned against the descending walls. She closed her eyes as the elevator seemed to make her more dizzy.

Jane pressed his hand to her forehead. "No fever," he wiped his hands on his pants, "Clammy though," he murmured.

The ride back to Lisbon's apartment was silent, he tried to let her rest, though his heart went out to her as she tossed and turned in the seat next to him. His mind battled the pros and cons about the possibility of her being pregnant. Then, another thought crossed his mind, what if it was the outcome of her one stand with Mashburn a few weeks ago. His chest tightened at the thought as he felt a surge of anger rise and he felt his hands clenching the wheel harder than necessary. He didn't know what he would do if that was the case, just step out of the picture probably. Tears pricked his eyes at the thought and he blinked rapidly to keep them at bay.

"Are you ok?" Lisbon croaked, peaking a glance at him through half an open eye, noting his change in demeanor, the whitening of his knuckles.

Jane gave a tight smile. "Just wondering if it's mine or Mashburns," he muttered, inwardly cursing at himself for even saying anything, immediately regretting it. The anger left him immediately as he chanced a glance at Lisbon and saw the hurt in her eyes at the comment.

"I'm not pregnant,"

"How do you know?"

"Do you think I am? You're the psychic,"

Jane laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

"I'm not pregnant Jane, and if by some chance I am, it wouldn't be Masburns,"

"You are safer with Mashburn, anyways,"

A tear slipped down her face. "Why are you doing this?"

Jane looked over at her, saw her tears and immediately felt ashamed. "I'm sorry, Teresa, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," his words jumbled together as he hurried to get them out, reaching over he found her hand and squeezed it. "Forgive me, please?"

Teresa nodded and closed her eyes. "Just take me home, Patrick," she murmured.

Helping her into the house, he insisted she lay down up in the bedroom. After one more trip to the bathroom to pray to the porcelain god, Jane carried a worn out Lisbon into the bedroom.

"Shall I?" he asked, starting to unbutton her shirt, but stopped waiting for her approval.

Lisbon nodded and closed her eyes, "S'hot..sweaty," she mumbled as she swayed against his hold.

"Steady now," he whispered, his hands working at her buttons, he slid her shirt off and marveled, just for a moment, how incredibly gorgeous she was even when she was puking her guts out.

"Stop smiling," she groaned, leaning into his chest to hide herself from him.

"I can't help it, you are beautiful even when you are sick," he said.

"I'm sick," she moaned.

"Still beautiful," he whispered into her ear, nuzzling his face into her neck, pressing soft kisses to her cool, clammy skin. She shuddered at the touch of his lips and he noticed how his breath on her neck sent goosebumps all over her skin and he smiled at the effect he had on her. Placing another long kiss on her neck, he continued his task of stripping her clothes, then tucking her into bed. "It is very hard not to take you though," he murmured, brushing off the hair that clung to her sweat stricken face.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him. "I'm not pregnant, Jane,"

He was silent for a a moment as he studied her face. Then deciding it was best not to discuss it right now, he smiled softly "Shhh, we can worry about that later. Just rest, we can talk when you feel better" And with a kiss to her forehead he slipped out of the room.

Jane dawdled around in the apartment for a little bit, straightening the remnants of their night before. He walked down the hallway from her bedroom and paused at the picture frame hanging on the wall, with a smile he righted the picture that was slightly askew and continued on.

A few hours later, Lisbon was still sleeping away when his phone went off. It was the team, they got one. Glancing up at the staircase, he told them he'd be there in 15 minutes then hung up. Slipping into her bedroom, he smiled at the sight of Lisbon curled up in a ball with the blanket clutched tightly around her. Depositing maalox, water, acetmetaphin, and a sticky note saying where he went just in case she woke up, he kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped back out.

Arriving on the scene, he couldn't help but feel slightly awkward without Lisbon beside him, threatening in his ear to behave. The absence of familiarity, made his heart hurt just a little, although he kept reassuring himself that she was at home, sleeping, safe and sound.

"Where's the body Cho?" Jane called out, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Inside. Jane," Cho's voice stopped Jane in his tracks and his heart started to speed up. "It's Red John,"

Jane felt a tightening in his chest and he wished even more that Lisbon was next to him. Lisbon. His mind unsettled at the coincidence of her getting sick, just hours before a Red John case popped up. Biting his bottom lip nervously and deciding he was being paranoid, he entered the house.

"Female, mid 30s, someone called in an anonymous tip about half hour ago," Grace informed him as Jane's eyes canvased over the body looking for any mistakes or clues.

"Where's Rigsby?"

"He actually got sick right after you and the boss left, how is she feeling?"

Jane frowned at this information. "Sleeping it off," he murmured staring at the red smiley face on the wall, it always seemed to mock him every time. He hated it. Some one bumped into him, but he didn't notice as he just glared at the wall. The feeling in his stomach unnerving as he glanced around the apartment, it was sparse, a few family pictures here and there. The decor reminding him of Lisbon, his brow furrowed as a line of thought entered his mind and he bent down to pick up the sheet that rested over their victim. His heart rate picked up as it dawned on him who this looked like. The victim was a petite girl, long dark hair, with the facial structure that was uncannily close to Lisbon's. His mouth was dry suddenly and he felt like his head was being pressed together as the room started to spin. Dropping the sheet, he stood quickly, "Grace, I'm going back to Lisbon, call me if anything new comes up..oh and..test...the cream in the fridge at work, something is a muck with it,"

Grace looked at him like was crazy, "The cream, why?" but Jane was already out the door. Digging in his pockets to get to his keys, his heart just about stopped when a small, folded piece of paper came out instead.

Looking around, he unfolded it, feeling what little composure he had left, slipping from his weak grasp on it. It read: BEcAREFUL WHO YOU LAY WITH. NEXT TIME, IT WILL BE HER. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.

Jane felt like he was going to vomit as he glanced around wide eyed for the person who had slipped him this note. It was a little disconcerting considering it was a all cops and CBI agents around him. So instead of yelling for one someone to come with him, for fear of choosing the wrong one, he yanked his car door open and sped off.

"Come on, pick up the phone Lisbon," he cursed as it went to voice for the third time. Throwing the cell phone on the seat next to him, he pressed his foot down further on the gas pedal.

Stumbling out of his car he ran up the walkway to the apartment. Fumbling through his keys for Lisbon's key, he jammed it into the lock and wretched open the door. Standing in the doorway for a moment, he looked around, nothing seemed to be out of place. Of course, nothing had before either. He had seen this scene before, 8 years ago; walking into his house, everything seeming fine, until he got to their bedroom, and the note.

Shaking the images from his head, he willed himself to move as fear started grip his heart and freeze his movements. Taking the stairs two at a time, he cautiously made his way down the hall to the bedroom. No note. He let out a small sigh and opened the door.

Dread filled his heart as he saw it.

The red smiley face.

Drawn right above Lisbon's bed. "Oh, god no," he whispered. Black spots started filling his vision as he stumbled towards the bed. "Teresa, no, Teresa." he looked down at her still body, and as he was about to just breakdown he noticed two things.

No blood.

And the steady rise and fall of her chest.

"Oh, god, Teresa. Teresa, wake up," he dropped down and shook her.

"What? What?" a groggy Lisbon started yelling. "What hell Jane,"

"Oh, god, you're alive, you're alive," he said over and over, pulling her up into his arms he held her tight.

"Jane, what the hell is going on?"

"We have to get out of here..I need..I need. I need to call Cho," pulling away, he pulled out his cell phone and started dialing, but Lisbon's hand covering up his phone stopped him.

"Patrick, what?

"You need to get dressed, right now. Where is your gun?" he yanked open her nightstand drawer and without hesitation pulled out her gun. Jumping off the bed, he ran over to the closet and threw it open, gun at his side, like he had seen Lisbon do so many times before. Satisfied noone was there, he walked over to the window and peered out.

"Jane! What the hell!"

Walking back over to Lisbon, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her out of bed, then turned her around to face the wall.

"Oh my god," was all she could manage to get out, as she started to feel light headed.

"He was...he was right here, right...oh, god, I'm so sorry Teresa," he leaned against her, bringing his forehead to the side of her head, his hand cupping her neck, tears sliding down his face. "I...I thought,"

"I'm okay. I'm okay," Lisbon clung to his jacket as the horror of what had happened started sinking in. She was sleeping, sleeping away whatever bug she had, and Red John had been right over her. She shuddered at the thought, then suddenly realized all she was in was her underwear. "Oh god," reaching forward she grabbed the closest blanket she could and held it in front of her in attempts to cover herself up, from who didn't know, she just needed something.

"He was...was right here. He could of...I thought," Jane couldn't get a complete sentence out as it all began making sense. Lisbon didn't just have a bug, somebody had been inside CBI and done something to her coffee, somebody had been at that crime scene and slipped the note in his pocket, all orchestrated events so Red John could slip in, right under his nose. Anger was ripping at his insides. He was so infuriated with himself, with Red John, with everyone. He couldn't believe how close this came.

"It's okay, I'm-"

"It's okay? It's okay!" Jane yelled, pulling back from Lisbon. "He could of killed you. He was right here," he waved toward the bed with his hand that held the gun and that was all Lisbon needed to see for her to go into cop mode.

"Jane, give me the gun," she said, so sternly he didn't think twice about handing it over.

"He..he was right...here..oh my god," Jane dropped down on the sofa chair that sat across from her bed. "I thought he..."

Lisbon swallowed and glared over at the red smiley face on her wall. Anger boiling inside of her, coupled with fear. He had gotten into HER house. Liiterally stood right over, could of easily killed her, all while she SLEPT. "How did you know to come back?"

It took a moment for Jane to respond, and when he did his voice was low and shaky as he recalled the events leading up to him coming back. Pulling the note out of his pocket, he handed it to her. "We have to call this in,"

Lisbon's first instinct was to agree, but when she thought about it a beat longer she said no.

"Are you crazy?" Jane stared at her incredulously.

"If we show this," she motioned to the note "They'll know about us,"

Jane jumped to his feet. "I don't give a rat's ass who knows about us Teresa!" he yelled,"Red John was here, he could of killed you, he's taunting me, and you are worried about the CBI finding out about us so you don't wanna report this," he pointed an accusatory finger at the wall.

"That's my career-"

"This is your life!"

"Yea, MY life!"

"Fine. I quit. Now call it in,"

"Jane,"

He took a step closer, closing the small distance that was between them, he gripped her shoulders. "He just made me relive the most horrific moment of my entire life all over, again. That bastard is not getting away this time,"

Lisbon stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded her head. "Okay,"

Dropping his hands from her shoulders, he dropped back down into the chair.

"Can I get dressed first?"

"I'll call it," he said quietly. "Wait, where are you going?" he yelped as she gathered her clothes and started to walk away from him.

"Um..bathroom," she knew it sounded silly, here she was practically naked in front of him, and not like he hadn't seen her completely naked before. But knowing Red John had seen her in this state just made her feel so violated, she didn't want Jane to be looking at her right now.

"Please...I just...I need to stay with you. To see you," he pleaded.

One look into the broken man's eyes, and Lisbon nodded. She couldn't imagine what he was going through. She knew it was worse than what she was feeling so she gave in.

"Cho, we need everyone at Lisbon's right away," she heard Jane saw in low, determined voice.

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a/n : and you guys thought she was pregnant! :-P ehh..she still might be, we'll have to see... :)