A/N this is just something I thought I would try out on a mere whim. To those of you who are still waiting on PJ's Daughter… I will be coming back to it soon… I'm just having a little trouble on how to word the next chapter… as it is a delicate one. Anyway for now, I hope you enjoy the beginning of this =]

Lisbon walked into the break room to find Jane making a pot of his beloved tea.

"Ah Lisbon! Just the person I was looking for!" Jane said flashing one of his world class smiles.

Lisbon looked slightly confused by this.

"Me? How could you possibly have been looking for me what you are brewing tea?" Lisbon replied with a smirk. "I know you have talents, but I didn't think multi tasking was something you could accomplish… unless you've been taking certain scripts of oestrogen."

Jane put a hand to his heart, feigning a hurt look.

"Ha! Oh Lisbon, you're killing me you're so funny."

Lisbon smiled innocently at her consultant.

"You know, you've hurt me, degrading me to be a liar… and you just disrespected my entire gender!" Jane shot at her. Although his tone was menacing, Lisbon could still see the hint of sparkle in his eye.

Lisbon chuckled slightly. "What was it you wanted me for?"

"Well I was going to ask you if you wanted a cup of coffee while I was here… but seeing as you've just been mean to me… I don't think I will!"

Lisbon actually sniggered at that.

"Awww… Jane… is the big mean agent picking on you?"

Jane nodded sadly.

Lisbon walked forward and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Toughen up Goldilocks, it not like I stole your toys in the sandbox."

"Goldilocks?" Jane shook his head. "Come on, you could have come up with something more original!"

Lisbon smiled at this.

"Oh and by the way… I never played in the sandbox… never went to preschool."

"Of course… carny folk." Lisbon muttered.

Lisbon moved past Jane to start brewing her own coffee.

"Lisbon, how are you? You look tired."

"I always look tired Jane. That's what I get having to look after my pain in the arse consultant all the time." She said giving him a slight shove. After adding the sweetener to her coffee, she stirred it and looked up into Jane's face. He actually looked concerned.

"Jane?"

"Lisbon… I…"

He put his cup and saucer on the counter and looked down at his feet.

"Jane?" Lisbon tried again.

Jane sighed, closing his eyes as he did. When he opened them, Lisbon was peering worriedly into his face. Why was he feeling so nervous about this?"

"Jane? are you alright?"

"Lisb… Teresa.. I never got to say sorry to you… or thank you, come to think of it."

"For what Jane?" Lisbon asked in slight confusion.

"For everything. I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry I put you through so much and most importantly… I'm sorry I haven't been a very good friend."

"Jane…" Lisbon said her voice turning soft. Any sense of their sarcastic attitudes from before had completely diminished. "Jane you did what you had to do in order to catch Red John."

Jane shook his head at that.

"Yes but we didn't catch him though. It was all for nothing. Wainwright died for nothing." Jane looked at the floor again.

Lisbon hadn't seen Jane look this upset in a long time. She could see he was truly hurting.

"Jane… when we all joined the CBI, we took an oath to protect the citizens of California. Wainwright died doing what he swore to do. He knew the risks." When he didn't answer she continued, stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Wainwright's death wasn't your fault Jane… you didn't pull the trigger."

"…and that brings me to another point. I've ruined Darcy's career… she's suffering a mental break… it seems everything I touch turns to hell."

Lisbon was at a loss for words. This sad emotional person standing in front of her, was not the Patrick Jane she knows. For him to show his emotions at such an ease in front of her, was so out of character.

"Jane… I…" she was cut off by the shrill ring of her phone. She gave him an apologetic look and pulled out her phone, answering with the standard "Lisbon."

The voice on the other end of the phone cackled with menace.

"Who is this?" she asked sternly.

"I know what happened Teresa. I know what bothers you most."

"Who is this?" she asked again. "How did you get this number?"

"Teresa Lisbon. I know you. You can't hide forever." The voice sniggered again, before the line went dead. Shocked, Lisbon lowered her phone to the counter, not hanging up in case Grace was able to trace the call.

"Lisbon?" Jane asked, walking up to her. "Who was that?"

Lisbon shook her head.

"I don't know."

She knew that the volume was high enough on her phone that Jane would have heard every word.

"Hey, you stay here, I'll take this through to Grace to see if she can put a trace on it."

Lisbon nodded dumbly as Jane picked up her phone and strolled in the direction of the bullpen.

She had heard that voice before... she had no idea when or where, she just knew it chilled her to her very bones.

Lifting her rapidly cooling coffee to her lips, she down half of the bitter drink, in the hopes of calming her nerves a little. Her eyes darted to the doorway when she saw Jane re-enter the break room.

"Lisbon?"

She shook her head at the ridiculousness of her reaction. She was a god damn senior agent… she should be able to control her emotions a lot better.

Upon seeing Lisbon's slightly pale complexion, he reached out for her elbow and lowered her to a seat.

"Lisbon? What was all of that about?"

She looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but kindness staring back at her.

She cleared her throat, in the hopes of sounding stronger than she felt. How could one silly phone call rark her up so much?

"I… ah… I've heard that voice before." She confessed. "A long time ago. I can't quite remember when… but I just know… that it scared me as much then as it does now."

Jane nodded in understanding.

"Grace is running the trace now… we will know any minute where he rang from."

As if by magic, Grace appeared with a piece of paper in her hand and Lisbon's cell phone.

"The call came from Woodland, from a house that is presently registered to a Mr John Hawkings."

"I don't know the name." Lisbon said almost relieved.

"Should we go check it out Boss?" Grace asked as she handed Lisbon back her cell phone.

Lisbon nodded her affirmation.

"Yeah… it couldn't hurt to check it out… I want to know how he got my bloody number. Tell Cho and Rigsby to suit up and be ready in the parking lot with a rushed warrant."

"Yes Boss."

Once Grace was gone, Jane looked back to Lisbon.

"You don't have to go you know."

"What?"

"Lisbon, you were pretty shaken up over than voice… I think somehow you've repressed a memory… something that man did to you… something horrible that you don't want to remember."

"Jane that's absurd." She retorted.

"Not really Lisbon. You don't usually go white as a ghost when some guy gets a hold of your number."

"Jane your being paranoid. Besides, I need to go and watch out for my team…" she said standing up.

"Lisbon…"

"I have to go."

All Jane could do was sigh at her retreating back.

With warrant in check and without Lisbon's agreement on the matter, Jane tagged along with the rest of the team to Woodland. He was eager to keep an eye on Lisbon, after his near death and the ploy of Red John wanting her dead body, Jane didn't bode well to having her out of his sight for very long.

Once the team was geared up, Grace and Rigsby took the rear of the house, while Lisbon and Cho took the front. Jane followed Cho and Lisbon through to the front door, and stood to the side as Lisbon knocked on the door.

"CBI open up!"

After a moment of no answer, Cho tried the door and found it to be unlocked. Warning Grace and Rigsby that they were entering, Lisbon and Cho drew their guns and entered the house, shouting "clear" as they checked off each room. Jane went to the backdoor to allow Grace and Rigsby entry.

Lisbon, on the other hand, had moved onto checking the upstairs rooms. She slipped into one of the bedrooms, finding the space to be empty. As she was about to leave, a figure emerged from behind the wardrobe and charged at her with a cricket bat. Before she even had time to register what was happening, she heard a sickening crack of the bat on her skull, before her vision faded and the ground rushed up with alarming speed to meet her.

Upon hearing a crashing thump coming from one of the upstairs bedrooms, Jane and Cho took off at a run towards the staircase. They burst into the bedroom to see a figure climbing out the window, and Lisbon lying motionless, with a pool of blood under her head.

"No…" Jane whispered as he rushed down to her side. He barely even noticed Cho rushing after the figure out the window.

"Oh Lisbon… no no no."

Jane turned her onto her side as Grace and Rigsby burst into the room.

"Call an ambulance." Jane cried as he took off his jacket and tried to staunch the bleeding. She must have taken one hell of a blow to the head for it to bleed this much.

"Teresa can you hear me?" Jane asked desperately as Grace got onto calling 911. When he didn't get a response, he sighed in exasperation.

"Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have let her out of my sight!" Jane said helplessly.

"It's not your fault man." Rigsby said in his own way of trying to comfort him. "Where's Cho?"

"He went after the guy… out the window."

Rigsby nodded at this and took off down the stairs to try to find his partner.

Jane felt Lisbon stir and immediately he set off trying to wake her.

"Lisbon? Teresa… can you hear me?" At first there was no reaction, but after a moment her eyes fluttered open. Although she stared vaguely, he could also see the hint of recognition in her eyes.

"Jane?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Jane… don't move so fast… my head hurts."

He actually chuckled at that.

"Jane… I know who he is."

"Who who is?"

"The voice… it's the driver…"

"The driver?"

"The man who was in the accident with my mother… the one who killed her."

"Oh…?"

"Jane I don't think it was an accident."

"What do you mean by that Lisbon?"

He could see her rapidly beginning to lose consciousness again, so he eagerly tried to keep her awake.

"Lisbon… I need you to try to stay awake… it's very important you try to keep talking to me." he said sternly.

"Jane… my mother was murdered… I think my father was too… and Jane… I think I'm next."

"Lisbon… now who's being paranoid?" He watched as her eyes fell shut and her body went limp with unconsciousness. "Lisbon? Lisbon I need you to wake up for me."

He tapped the side of her face, trying to awaken her but with no such luck. Grace chose that point to re-enter the room.

"Ambulance is on its way, they're also sending backup to try to catch the bastard that ran out the window. He managed to evade Cho and Rigsby.

Jane nodded in response.

"How is she?" Grace asked with genuine worry.

"She woke for a minute but she's lost consciousness again. She'll be ok though."

Grace nodded at that, understanding that he was more-so trying to convince himself than her.