Coming back
Disclaimer: I don't own any sort of TV-show, and if I could have one, it would be Doctor Who anyway.
*A/N* So I've written two little scenes to follow the first chapter since so many people asked for it, this is the weakest so be nice with me... and check back at the weekend for the last chapter!
And a big thank you to LetMeWalkTheEarthWithYou who gave this a read beforehand!
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"D'you think she'll wake up soon?"
Beep.
"The doctor said she would."
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I'm getting coffee, want me to bring one for you?"
Beep. Beep.
"Yeah."
The voices sounded muffled. The only thing that came clearly through the fog was the beeping.
She tried to open her eyes, but needed several attempts even for that.
The room was too bright and it took a while until she grasped where she was.
"Hey," she muttered and Cho looked up.
"Oh, hey boss!" He gave her a smile that made it fairly clear that whatever had happened to her, it had given her team quite a fright.
"How long was I out?" she asked, cursing her voice for sounding so weak.
"Almost eight hours," Cho answered.
"What happened to Partridge?"
"He's dead. Van Pelt is taking care of the paperwork. Rigsby came over an hour ago, he said it was taking ages."
She dropped back on the pillow with a sigh. The memories of last night started to come back to her.
Rigsby came back with two cups of coffee.
"Morning, boss."
"Hm. Morning." Suddenly, she remembered her ringing phone. The argument with Jane… Jane… Oh God, where was Jane? He was hardly going to help Van Pelt with the paperwork, after all. Shouldn't he be there? Wouldn't he be there?
"Where's Jane?"
Cho and Rigsby exchanged a glance and Lisbon tried to ignore the sinking feeling at the sight of it. What had the idiot done to himself? Got himself shot? Or, even worse… killed himself?
"No idea," Rigsby answered slowly and looked around the room as if he expected their consultant to pop up behind the curtain. "The doctor's say he's sat here all the time, didn't say a word. Wouldn't move. He was still here when I came. Don't know where he's gone."
Lisbon exhaled slowly. Okay. He's okay. She was starting to feel rather ashamed of the thought he would have taken his own life just because of her. God, how selfish she could be! Shaking her head, she decided to blame it on the after-efect of the drugs.
"What… did something happen to anyone when you got me out of there?"
"Nobody except Partridge, he was already dead when we got there." Cho said.
"Jane had a total freak-out, mind you, when he got that call," Rigsby added with a shudder.
"What call?"
"Red John called him. No idea what he said, but Jane went white as a sheet when he heard it."
She frowned. "Total freak-out… what's that, speaking of Jane?"
"Let's just say it took us twenty minutes to convince the doctors he'd be fine without any sedation or psychiatrists. We should've never let him come along, he was in such a state when he found you."
"Why?"
Cho snorted and Rigsby answered quietly: "You had a smiley smeared over your face with Partridge's blood and at first we all thought you were dead, too."
"Oh" was all she could muster. Well, she could imagine Jane freaking out at the sight of that.
But, after the first shock (and the sickening thought of a dead man's blood on her skin), she couldn't help a proud little smile.
He barely ever showed it and he'd die before he told her so, but he did care for her in the end.
Caring wasn't really what she was dreaming of, but it was enough for now. Caring was a start.
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