A/N: M7007, here is that scene you requested. ;-)

The next ep is coming guys! Not much longer now. I can only hope they give us something like I have been imagining.

Jane sat by Lisbon's bed, repetitively stroking the back of the small hand he held in his own, willing her to wake. He wasn't sure when he'd started doing it, but he found it calming, and god knows he needed all the calming he could get right now. Lisbon had yet to wake, and they'd been at the hospital for almost an hour. The doctor who had assessed her when they first arrived had returned and frowned when she found her patient still unconscious and ordered another blood test.

When Jane had asked her what was wrong, the doctor told him she suspected that in addition to being tasered Lisbon had been dosed with a powerful sedative by someone who either didn't know or care what dosage to use. Jane had felt a rush of impotent fury at this idea. The doctor saw the look on his face and touched his shoulder comfortingly before assuring him that his wife would be closely watched and well looked after. She just needed some more time to work the drug out of her system.

Someone somewhere along the line had assumed they were married. It was an easy mistake to make with Jane's obvious distress at her condition and familiarity with her allergies and other details. He had also unwittingly been covering her bare ring finger with his own left hand. Jane hadn't bothered to correct the convenient misconception that allowed him to stay by her side and hear updates on her condition.

Since then, Jane had sat in the fluorescently lit emergency department room rubbing patterns on Lisbon's hand and half listening to the regular beeps of the medical machinery clustered around her bed. Lisbon's warm hand in his reminded him that she was alive, but his mind kept straying to the image of her lying on those dusty floor boards with Red John's signature finger-painted on her face. The feelings he'd had when he had thought her lost in the same way as his family haunted him until he felt Lisbon's hand flex briefly around his fingers.

Startled, he straightened his slumped posture and fixed his attention on her face, looking for any signs that she was awakening.

"Teresa?" he spoke hopefully.

Her hand fluttered in his again and she took a deep breath. She shifted in the hospital cot uncomfortably before her eyes slowly opened. She blinked sleepily at him and he couldn't help but grin in response.

"Jane?" She whispered his name hoarsely.

"Yes?"

"There's… blood. On your face," she said groggily.

She reached out shakily to brush her fingertips against his chin. Jane quickly grabbed her hand back and wiped vigorously at the spot she'd indicated with his sleeve. Lisbon was startled by the quick movement.

"What…?" She asked, still confused.

Before she could even finish the question though, the memories rushed back and her eyes widened with realisation.

"Partridge. Red John!"

She sat up suddenly and grabbed the railing of the bed, and then her head because the movement made her head spin and brought on a massive, throbbing headache.

"Woah, woah!" Jane cautioned her, and jumped from his seat to prevent her from trying to get out of the bed and pulling out her IV line or dislodging the wires monitoring her heart rhythm.

He wrapped his arms and held her still.

"It's ok. You're ok. Don't try to get up, you need to stay in bed."

"Jane!" She started to protest, but Jane muffled her protest by hug her more tightly against him.

"Don't worry. We know. Everything's being taken care of."

"He was there, Jane. He grabbed me. He was right behind me and I didn't even see him. " Lisbon's voice shook as she spoke this time. The fear in her voice stung him.

"I know. I'm sorry." Jane replied quietly. He pressed his lips to the top of her head. "But you're okay. You're safe now."

Lisbon said nothing in response, but he felt a little of the tension fade from her body, and after a moment, her arms crept up and wrapped around his waist.

"You're okay," he repeated to himself and rocked back and forth ever so slightly with her.

He savoured the feeling of holding her and knowing she was alive. In that moment he silently promised himself he would do anything to keep her from harm. Red John would never lay his hands on her again.