Ok so I finally got time to write a chap – so sorry for the wait, and I just love this story so much I decided to update it first. Thankyou to all my readers and reviewers, every fav, alert and review means so much to me And many thanks to TheParker, who recently PMed me and gave me tonnes of confidence xD

Lisbon had been sitting on her couch, with no sound and little light in her apartment. She was simply sitting, staring at nothingness, her thoughts jumbled and refusing to organise themselves. Jane was in trouble. If she and the team didn't do something, find some unseen evidence, a witness, anything that could doubt his guilt, he was sure to die. Be killed. By law. The law she had worked for for so many precious years of her life. How could fate betray her like this? Yes it was Jane's fault he was in this situation, for pulling the trigger. But Lisbon knew he didn't deserve death. No one did. She stood. Her thoughts were in order and she knew one way she alone could save him with no evidence, or witnesses.

Jane had heard about his sentence being changed, and yes. He was scared. Jane had not had any more visits from Dr. Ravenshire, and although he thought he would be glad, he really wasn't. He was almost positive that the doctor had taken something he had said to mean that he was in fact insane. His memory of a case from several years ago brought his own voice to echo in his head.

"Listen to me. You can walk away from all of this. No disrespect, but you're both clinically insane. You're not gonna go to prison. You'll go to a hospital for a couple of years, and you can walk away."

His brow creased as he thought of what it could mean for him, but his mind was soon interrupted by his name over the speaker.

"MR JANE COULD YOU PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE VISITING ROOM. PATRICK JANE COULD YOU PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE VISITING ROOM NOW."

A visitor?

Thoughts of the hospital vanished and Jane leaped from where he sat and practically sprinted through the prison to the visiting quarters.

Lisbon sat on the rather uncomfortable stool of the visiting room. She wondered where Jane was, and why she had to show her badge to be permitted to visit him. Soon enough an officer lead a rather exciting looking Jane to the desk she was sitting at.

They sat for a while, stared, Jane at Lisbon, Lisbon at the ground, before finally, Jane spoke.

"Hey."

Lisbon's eyes flickered up to him at the sound of his voice and a small smile appeared on her lips.

"Hey Jane," Lisbon said in a voice that showed how happy she was to see his face.

Yes it was simple, but it was a start.

"Look." Lisbon started, her boss voice returning, "I have a way of getting you out of here."

His eyes lit up and his already beaming face practically lit up the room.

"What is it? Did you find the gun? Who had it? Fingerprints? A witness?"

Lisbon shook her head. He was not going to like this, and looking at his wide eyes and beaming smile, she leant forward, her smile disappearing, and Jane's eyes betrayed a worry for why Lisbon's small smile was lessening to be barely visible.

"Jane… we have been looking at your case, and have talked to your doctor…"

"Yeah?" His smile remained, but his eyes made it obvious that he was losing excitement.

"We could go for insanity. You know what that means."

His smile was gone. His eyes were dark. Haunted by the harsh memories from all those years ago. All the happiness and excitement he had gained from the news of a visitor was gone without a trace. Jane leant in so that he and Lisbon were only inches apart, and said,

"You know I can't do that."

Lisbon's eyes were watering now. She knew how excited he'd been and how scared he was of the Mental Institutes.

"Jane. I know it's hard, but –"

"Lisbon," Now Jane's eyes were watering, and she could sense rage in him and although he kept his voice low, it was quivering ever so slightly as he said,

"I'll break open so wide they wont be able to fix me again."

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