We Both Need Saving (Patrick Jane x Reader)

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It stung and burned worse than anything I have ever experienced before. I looked down to see the blade in my abdomen and I coughed and pleaded with my eyes toward the man who stabbed me. My vision went hazy and I tried to stay up. I stumbled around and fell to the ground, rolling over on my back to face up to the night sky. The rain drizzled my face as sirens could be heard and my sight went dark. My hearing faded as I heard people shouting.
"MA'AM? MA'AM!"
I accepted my fate. I was dying.

I shot up in bed in a cold sweat. I exhaled and flicked my eyes around the room. Just a bad dream. It's okay (Y/N). I turned on my bedside lamp and sat there for a minute. I got up and waddled to the shower, covered in sweat.
I turned on the cold water and hopped in.
Cold showers were more my style. They stung my skin and reminded me I was alive.
I don't think I could be more grateful for something in the rest of my time here. That's why I've joined the CBI. They brought me justice. They helped me. I want to do that for others too.
After washing up with my salt and sage shampoo/body wash, I put conditioner in my hair and shaved my legs. I washed it all off, and then washed my face.
I stepped out of the shower and looked at the time. 5:45. I had plenty. Putting toothpaste on my toothbrush, I wet it down and stuck it in my mouth. Rubbing the brush in circular motions and humming to myself, glad I was brushing my teeth. The depression stage after my attack put out so many problems like made my teeth really yellow, and thanks to therapy and medication, I was able to slowly ease myself back into life.

Dressing myself in my dark, bootcut jeans and a white collared blouse, I walked into the kitchen of my humble little apartment. Grabbing the cream, brown sugar, and my f/c portable coffee tumbler. I made my coffee and strided to the bathroom, humming that catchy song I heard on the radio yesterday. Today seems like a minimal makup day, as I put on some concealer over my red spots and eyebags, warm brown in the crease of my eye, and my favorite mascara. Topping it off with my favorite lip balm I checked myself out in the mirror.
Not awful. Could be better I thought as I eyed my face and body. I grabbed the cylinder brush and my hair dryer as I dried my hair with a natural looking inwards curl. It was 6:30 by the time I was done. I grabbed my blazer jacket and put on my black pumps, walking out the door.

In my 2009 Subaru forester, I popped the radio on, reversing the car and driving toward the office.

I got there and took out my tumbler and phone as I hopped out of the car. Still humming to myself, I snagged my wallet and shut my door. In the elevator, I was still humming, feeling chipper, nervous, and mildly uncomfortable at my new surroundings.
Getting to my floor, I stepped out of the elevator and took a deep breath in. The room smelled of leather, wood, and tea. The quiet murmur was comforting as I slowly walked to the glass room with all the desks in them. Peering my head in, I noticed four people chatting.
A redhead, a tall guy with dark hair, a shorter man with dark hair, and A curly blonde haired man with a charming smile.
He looked up and over, peering in my direction. He smiled and waved, walking over to me, as the others looked around to face me.

"hey there. You must be the newbie. How's day one faring for ya, kid?" he grinned while he talked. He had a nice voice and a very nice smile. "Oh, uhm, I'm looking for a Teresa Lisbon? Do you have an idea of where she might be?"
I said as polite as I could, hoping this man would point me in the direction of Mrs. Lisbon. He looked around and looked back to me with a small smile.
"She's on her way right now. Now, don't make any silly moves alright? This is your job on the line here!" He said with a playful tone. I smiled at him and then turned around to see a lady with dark shoulder length hair and blue eyes. "Hi there. You're (Y/N) (L/N)? Correct? Dont mind him, hes just teasing you." She shook my hand and led me to a desk right by the glass door entryway. "Thanks for joining us, you'll be with my team. My name is Agent Lisbon, but you can just refer to me as Lisbon okay? We usually go by a last name basis here, so I hope you dont mind being called (L/N)." She said with a certain sterness that had a sweet tone in her voice.