A/N 1: Argh, I'm terrible at updating, I appologize! Life happened, plus the series final and all the beautiful ep-additions, so many fanfictions to read... leaving no time for writing and posting myself... or well... I did write, I started some kind of ep-addition myself and I rediscovered even more mentalist fics on my computer... it's really the posting part I'm so very bad at. I look forward to the summer, the break from new mentalist episodes may give me the time to catch up with posting the stuff I've written...
A/N 2: This is short interlude, not really a chapter (yes even shorter then the last two chapters!), written in March 2010, but since it is the fluffiest part of this story so far and doesn't fit in with the last chapter and with what is to come, I will allow it it's own chapter...
Chapter 3: When she wakes up
When she wakes up she has her hand in someones hair and bright light is making her blink furiously. She clumsily lifts her hand, only to let it fall again, smacking the head it was lying on in the process. The head shoots up from the bed and it's Jane, hair all ruffled, looking as tired and confused as she is feeling.
"What..." she mumbles.
Jane shakes his head and looks instantly awake and alert, big grin intact. "Concussion. You're in a hospital" he gives her a look she interprets as him reading her mind, or whatever he's calling his mental abilities today and then he continues "You're not remembering last night." he states, very sure about himself.
"I do" she says her face screwing up, not really awake yet but already totally annoyed with him.
"You remember how you got the concussion and our discussion in the office." he explains to her as if he is the higher authority regarding her memories. He's out of the chair he just slept in and walking up and down in front of her bed, after a dramatic pause in which he stares at her as if to make sure he has it all right he further states, "You don't remember getting here, probably don't even remember how you started senseless babbling in my car. Definitively don't remember me waking you every two hours and asking you a question, which isn't surprising, since you sleep really deep and never really woke up the whole night, even if you got conscious enough to answer the question and start questioning me about our whereabouts. I kinda expected more alertness from a senior agent... from you! Do you always sleep that deep or did that have to do something with the concussion?"
Her headache starts again, a mild throb in the front of her head and she imagines that she's looking like a fish now, mouth opening and closing, eyes wide, not really comprehending anything and gaping at her consultant. "Babbling?" she repeats.
"Meh, nothing you wouldn't have said under hypnosis." he's reassuring her.