(peeks around corner) Hi again, can I come out? I knew that my last chapter would make a lot of you upset, so, I am ready for the pitchforks and torches. But, it was for the good of the story! Hopefully you will agree in future chapters. Now, for this chapter, please ENJOY!

After the doctor had told Lisbon the bad news, he had left the couple alone to grieve.

Lisbon continued to stare at the ceiling, her mind too overcome with the news to even form coherent thoughts. Jane stood for a few minutes, then sat down on the chair next to the bed. Neither said a word. The silence said enough about the situation, there were no words of comfort they could offer each other and no words could hide the pain.

When thirty minutes had passed, Jane finally placed his hand on the bed, palm up, an invitation for physical comfort. Lisbon looked down briefly and then placed her hand into his. The comforting grip of the two together helped each other mentally, but they still said nothing.

Lisbon closed her eyes and allowed herself to cry. Of all the things that could happen to her, this had to be one of the most devastating. She had been looking forward to holding her child in her arms, raising it with Jane, and now it was suddenly ripped from her grasp and she was left feeling hollow. She could feel the bandage that covered where the surgery had been done, and she felt that it was a hollow symbol for trying to cover the hole that her miscarriage had left in her heart. Lisbon wished she could feel angry, furious even, at the world. She wished she could blame someone for this. But her heart could only focus on the deep, wrenching sadness of losing her child, ignoring all other feelings including hate and anger. All she was left with was her thoughts and tears.

Jane watched Lisbon cry, feeling helpless. He was normally so sure of what was going on and what he needed to do. But now, he had a grieving wife and a lost baby. The child was to him the ultimate symbol of what he had lost and regained. Sure, life had dealt him some awful cards. But now he could start fresh, with a wife to love and a child to raise together. Then the car crash, and everything fell to pieces. It was like all the feelings he had felt when his first wife and daughter had died were crushing him again, with a vengeance. But, he knew that a trip to a mental asylum was not going to help this time. He couldn't just have a breakdown and hide it all. This time he would need to face the situation head on and deal with it. Plus, he was no longer alone in his grief. Lisbon was going through the sadness of losing a child for the first time. Jane could feel her clenching his hand as she cried, seeming to try and crush all the sad thoughts she had. Jane needed to be strong for her, to help her through this. Jane allowed himself to grieve for the child, wallowing in the misery of the situation.

Eventually, Lisbon cried herself to sleep and Jane stood up, ready for action. He wanted information about the car accident, he wanted to be sure that the person who caused it was brought to justice. But he also had the feeling that there was more to the story than just Lisbon getting hit by a car. Something was up, and he intended to find out what.

He went back to the waiting room, where the team was sitting talking. They looked up at Jane when he entered, but Van Pelt was the only one who spoke to him.

"How is she doing?"

Jane took a deep breath. "Physically, she is doing okay. But, she didn't take the news well."

"And you?"

Jane shrugged. "Okay. But I want to focus on the accident. Have you learned anything about who hit her?"

Cho stood up. "Whoever hit her fled the scene in the same vehicle. From security footage, it seems that the car hit her, backed up, and drove away in a hurry. We're tracking the license plates now."

"A hit and run?" Jane asked.

Rigsby cleared his throat. "So far, yes. But we have no clear cut details yet. We know the driver was not drunk because of the skill with being able to drive away carefully, but other than that, no leads."

Suddenly, Cho's phone went off. He answered it briefly, hung up and turned to Jane. "We found the owner of the vehicle. Apparently the car is registered to a Tom Phillips, but it was listed as stolen a week ago. Now, the police found it about 10 miles from the crash site, abandoned in an alleyway. A team is being sent to search for fingerprints and clues."

Jane sat down, deep in thought. Rigsby spoke up, "Then, maybe it was just some thieves who stole the car, were joyriding, and crashed it into Lisbon. Obviously they would not want to wait around, so they fled when they thought it was safe."

Jane shook his head. "No, no this was all pre-planned. I doubt that there will any fingerprints or clues in the car, and even if you did find any, the actual driver is probably dead by now."

VanPelt turned to him. "Why would you say that?"

"Because this was not the work of an amateur hit and run driver. This was all carefully planned by someone who's only goal was to hurt me by hurting my wife and killing my child."

They all stared at him. Rigsby said, "You mean..."

"Yes. Red John."

Yeah, I know, surprise, surprise. But, who else could I possibly pick for this? Red John is one of the best villains out there, Jane's arch-nemesis, so of course he had to be in the story. So, what did you think? Please let me know in a Review, because I love to hear your thoughts. Until next chapter, Li Li.