A/N: Thanks for all your reviews on the last chapter. This chapter is the last chapter. I might write more instalments at a later date, but this is the end of this one. Thanks! Enjoy!


When Cho, Rigsby and Grace arrived at the scene, Jane told them he and Lisbon were going to go home and get changed, and so they were taking the CBI car.

"Boss, you okay?" Cho asked, and Lisbon nodded.

"Shall be start processing the scene and interviewing people?" Grace asked, and Lisbon nodded.

"Van Pelt, I'm putting you in charge until I come back." She answered, and Grace looked slightly shocked, whereas Cho and Rigsby exchanged nervous glances. They watched as Jane helped Lisbon into the car and then went round to the driver's side.

"Poor Lisbon." Rigsby commented. "Do you think it was meant for her or not?"

"That's what we're here to find out." Grace said. "Rigsby, bag and tag. Cho, photos."

Jane took Lisbon's keys from her and helped her toward the door.

"I can walk on my own." Lisbon informed him, pushing his arm away. "Honestly, I don't need help."

Nevertheless, she still let Patrick get her some work clothes from her bedroom; he told her that he wasn't letting her climb the stairs and that she needed to rest her ankle.

"Here you go." Jane tossed her some smart black pants and a white shirt, which she caught easily.

"Thank you." She smiled at him, before getting up to go change in the bathroom. Jane sat down on the couch and sighed.

Why was it that everyone around him seemed to get hurt? Was this because he was an egotistical bastard too? Could he have caused Lisbon to get killed?

He was still musing when Lisbon returned. He looked up at her. "Ready?" He asked her, and she nodded.

If Lisbon had thought that Jane would forget about taking her to the doctor to get her ankle checked out, she was wrong.

"I want you to rest that ankle and be careful." The doctor warned her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm a federal agent. I don't get time to rest." Lisbon complained as they walked out of the surgery and back toward the car. Jane chuckled. When they arrived at the scene of the crime again, Grace hurried over to them.

"We have three suspects, who were all missing afterwards. The concierge, George Hanson, the conductor, Gustav Mengelberg and… Senator Emily Vanderbilt." Jane looked slightly shocked at the mention that the Senator was a suspect. "We found some blood on the cut chandelier chain and we should be getting the forensic results back soon."

"Good work, Van Pelt." Grace smiled at Lisbon's praise, and turned when Rigsby tapped her on the shoulder.

"We got a hit on the BOLO for Hanson." He said. "He's been seen in San Francisco."

"Go check it out. Take Cho." Lisbon told him, and he nodded.

"Sure thing, boss." He replied, before going to find Cho. Suddenly there was a scream, and Lisbon, Grace and Jane turned to its origin. They ran over to where a woman was standing, looking in shock at her cell phone.

"It is Gustav!" She cried, and Patrick noted her accent was similar.

"Can I see please, ma'am?" The woman handed Lisbon the cell phone. There was a photo of the conductor with a slash across his throat.

"Well, that means he's not a suspect anymore." Grace muttered to Jane, who smiled slightly.

"What's your name, ma'am?" Lisbon asked.

"Catharina Mengelberg. Gustav is my brother." Lisbon sighed and was about to say something when her phone rang.

"Yeah, Lisbon." She greeted them.

"Boss, we've found Hanson." Rigsby told her. "He's dead."

Lisbon sighed and snapped her phone shut.

"Bad news." She said quietly to Grace and Patrick. "Hanson's dead. The only suspect we have left is Senator Vanderbilt."

"We've had nothing on the BOLO out for her." Grace began, when her phone rang. She answered the call. "Van Pelt speaking."

Lisbon waited patiently for her to finish the call.

"The blood is confirmed to be Senator Vanderbilt's on the chandelier." Grace relayed the message to the pair.

"Good work." Lisbon said, and turned to Jane. "What are your senses picking up then?"

"Emily didn't seem to have anything against you earlier, although she did seem slightly tense, but you can put that down to the responsibilities of being Senator. Maybe she's just good at hiding things." Jane replied, shrugging his shoulders. Cho and Rigsby walked up to them.

"We took Hanson's body to the morgue, boss. He was shot in the back of the head, we think he was running from something." Rigsby told Lisbon.

"Or someone." Cho added. Grace's phone rang again, and she picked it up.

"Van Pelt speaking." She listened and then ended the call. "Sighting of Senator Vanderbilt at Sacramento International Airport."

"Rigsby, Cho, stay here. Van Pelt you're with me." Lisbon began to walk off toward the car. Jane could see how much she was trying to hide the fact that walking on her ankle was painful.

"What about me?" He called after her, and she stopped and turned.

"You're with me and Van Pelt." Lisbon replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Jane shrugged and followed after the two women. Cho and Rigsby exchanged knowing glances, and as soon as the other three were out of earshot they began to talk.

"The boss so has something for Jane." Rigsby said.

"There's obviously something going on between them. There's chemistry." Cho nodded, smirking.

Grace pulled the car up outside of the airport, and they ran inside. Grace ran ahead, not noticing Jane running with Lisbon. She was stopped by a security guy.

"Agent Van Pelt, CBI. We believe that there is a suspect of a murder, armed and dangerous. Her name is Senator Emily Vanderbilt." The man looked shocked, but let them through anyway. They made their way to the security centre.

"We are looking for Senator Emily Vanderbilt." Lisbon said authoritively to the man in front of the computer which showed the security cameras. Jane looked at the screen.

"There!" He exclaimed, pointing to a woman standing at the gate of terminal three.

"Jane, you're with me. Grace, enter from the other side." Lisbon said, turning to the security guards. "We may need back up. Keep at a distance, be ready."

They marched off, trailed by five security guards, to Terminal Three. Lisbon took aim at the woman.

"Federal agents!" She shouted. "Freeze!"

The woman, who was Emily, looked up. Her face was a picture of shock. She jumped up and began running.

"Don't shoot!" Lisbon yelled, before taking chase, closely followed by Patrick and Grace. Lisbon skidded around a corner, adrenaline not letting her feel the pain in her ankle. Two shots rang out, in close succession.

"Lisbon!" Jane cried, running to Lisbon, who'd fallen to the floor. She pointed weakly to the body a few paces away.

"I had to shoot." She said, her breathing shallow.

"Call an ambulance." Jane said, his voice choked. One of the security guards called for paramedics.

"I'm fine." Lisbon coughed. "It was just my arm."

Jane cut her jacket sleeve and gently peeled it away from her arm. Lisbon winced and Jane couldn't fail to notice. It hurt him to see how he was hurting Lisbon. He surveyed the wound. It was a clean shot, and hadn't hit any bone, but it was bleeding heavily. Lisbon coughed, feeling tired and drained. Jane watched as her eyes fluttered and closed.

"Lisbon! Stay with me, Teresa. Please." Jane begged, and Lisbon's eyes opened slightly. "Look. I would die for you. I would give up my life to save yours, in a heartbeat. Don't do this to me. Stay with me. Please."

Lisbon felt dampness through her shirt, and vaguely registered that Jane was crying. She knew she had to stay awake, but she could feel tiredness taking over her.

"I love you." She whispered, so quietly that Jane wasn't sure if he'd heard properly. He kissed her forehead.

"I love you too." Her eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether she'd heard him. The paramedics arrived and slid a stretcher under her, and took her away in an ambulance to the hospital. Grace looked around, but Jane was nowhere to be seen.

She walked along the corridor, and saw Patrick up ahead, his head in his hands.

"Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?" She asked quietly, and he nodded, standing up. They walked to the car silently, and the drive to Mercy General Hospital was in silence also.

"I'm looking for Special Agent Teresa Lisbon." Jane said to the receptionist.

"Room 364, floor 3." She told him. Patrick walked off, closely followed by Grace, who was calling to update Cho and Rigsby.

When they reached the room, Jane knocked on the door.

"Come in." A male voice said, and he pushed open the door. He was greeted by a doctor, who was checking the charts on the end of Lisbon's bed.

"How is she?" Jane asked.

"Stable. Asleep." The doctor answered, and proffered his hand for Jane to shake. "Doctor Bacchus."

"Patrick Jane." Jane replied.

"I'll leave you two alone." The doctor smiled. "Any problems, just hit the call button on the side of the bed."

Jane nodded, and the doctor smiled and Grace as he walked out of the room. Grace closed the door, leaving Jane alone with Lisbon. He sat down next to her bed on one of the uncomfortable blue plastic chairs available. There was a blood drip in her arm. He looked at her for a while, before looking down and speaking.

"I'm sorry." He began. "I'm sorry, really I am. I never mean for things like this to happen, but I always seem to endanger the people around me. I'm sorry. When you wake up, I hope you can forgive me. I'm going to put in my resignation when I get back to headquarters."

"You'll do no such thing." Lisbon replied, sounding tired.

"You were awake." It was more of a statement, than a question.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You can't blame yourself. And I have no need to forgive you, because none of it was your fault. And I won't let you resign. The team… I need you." She said, looking up at him. She wasn't sure what he would make of her words.

"Lisbon…" Jane began.

"No. If you're going to apologize for anything then I'm not going to let you speak." Lisbon replied, looking at him pointedly.

"I wasn't going to apologize." Jane answered her, and she looked at him quizzically. "I was going to invite you for dinner. At my house. Where there are no chandeliers or gun-wielding senators."

"Sounds good to me." Lisbon smiled up at Jane, who leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

"I think Grace, Cho and Rigsby probably want to say something now." He grinned and stood up.

"Thanks." Lisbon said, as he opened the door.

"For what?" Jane asked interestedly.

"For everything." She replied mysteriously, with a smile.


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