Crimson Happiness (jisbon one shots)

Red cross

Teresa Lisbon

My chest tightens with pain as I view the scene before me. Jane, his hands bound behind his back, mouth gagged and utterly helpless. The gun man points the gun straight at him. "try anything, bitch, an ill shoot!" he smirks as if he knows exactly how much Jane means to me and that I would never shoot if I knew it would put him in harms way.

Jane wrestles violently in the mans iron grip. "Don't you dare call her that!" he hisses. oh jJane! "Struggle one more time and I shoot her too!" shouts the gunman. Jane freezes instantly. I should have gone with him! Jane had told me of his suspicions of the gunman, but I had shaken it off easily, never once doubting that the gunman, threatening to shoot Jane unless we have him access to highly secret government information, could be the victims very own father. my heart squeezes, tears welling in my eyes because i know that I cannot let the gunman have those files. The lives of numerous people depend on it. But i know that if i had to pick between Jane and the whole world, id still pick Jane.

Jane looks at me and sees my pain. "It's okay, Lisbon" he mouths, flashing me that damn beautiful smile of his. I wish desperately I could run to him and hold him tightly, shield him from the gun man. "the files! NOW!" he commands. I look down at the brown folder clasped tightly in one of my hands. I begin moving forward, ignoring the cries of my unit. The disapproval of all my unit except cho, rigsby and van pelt. "Set the gun down first!" he demands. I drop my gun and kick it away, ignoring the warnings of my unit. I know they are too far to reach me before I give him the file. "no, lLisbon! no!" cries Jane. "I have to jJane!" I tell him tears now streaming down my face. "otherwise he'll kill you!". "lisbon, you're endangering so many lives if you do this. you won't be able to live with it!" Jane cries. "I don't care!" I scream. "I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you!". I come forward with the files and the gun man reaches for them eagerly. I seize my opportunity and tackle him to the floor, wresting him wildly away from Jane so he is out of harms way.

A loud bang resounds and the air is deathly quiet as Teresa Lisbon's body falls to the floor with a soft thud. "NO! LISBON! LISBON PLEASE NO!". janes shouts can be heard throughout the large hall and cho and rigsby race after the gunman who has had to leave the files behind.

My chest is in agony but I manage to look up straight into the beautiful eyes of Patrick Jane. He is clutching me tightly to his chest, pressing thousands of kisses to the top of my head. "please, please, no!" he mutters over and over. "dont leave me lisbon! I can't live in this world without you!". I reach out my fingers and stroke his cheek gently. The pain is bearable now almost as if his confession is helping the pain to recede. Darkness begins to engulf me, but I am unwilling to go. I don't want to leave the angelic man who is holding me in his arms. "Patrick...." I whisper.

When I awaken, I am lying in a hospital bed, a monitor strapped to one of my arms. I squint against the light and a lump forms in my throat at what I see.

Jane is curled up in a chair that has been pulled right up as close to my bed as it will go. For the first time I notice that my hand is clasped tightly in both of his, even in sleep he doesn't let me go. "Your husband hasn't even left once!" says a voice. I nearly jump out of my skin as I realise there is a nurse in the room, watching my face as I look upon jJane. I don't know why, but I don't deny that Jane is my husband. A part of me longs after it deeply. "its been three days since you've been out. He never leaves! not even for food! your friends with the police had to bring him food and remind him to breathe. the way he watches you.....its like you were his sun and he couldn't function without you! Hmmph! all the good ones are taken! did you know he ordered like 5 tonnes of hydrangeas for you?" the nurse finishes her rant and I can't help feeling annoyed when she says all the good ones are taken. woah! why was I being so possessive? it's not like Jane really was my husband. I look around and for the first time notice the seemingly hundreds of flowers lining the room.

Not just hydrangeas which he knows are my favourite. There were also white calla lilies, red roses and beautiful violet freesias. All the flowers I adored. How did he know? I watch him sleeping, my heart full to the brim. But his face is not peaceful, like it usually is when he is asleep. it is more lined with worry than usual and racked with pain. I soon find out why. "mmmm" he mumbles, his hand crushing my fingers as he clings to my arm. "Lisbon! please! come back!". I hold his hand tightly and shake him awake. "Jane? it's okay! I'm right here!" I say, my hands caressing his face now. His beautiful, normally glowing eyes are dim and bloodshot and he looks as if he has not slept in days, which thanks to me, he hasn't. As soon as he is fully awake he engulfs me in a bone crushing embrace. "Lisbon, Lisbon, Lisbon!" he murmurs into my hair. I struggle to raise my arms and hug him back, but he pulls away.

"No lLisbon! you have to rest" Jane says, holding my arms back. "I can't believe you! You risked your life! for mine!" he cries more serious now. "don't you ever worry me like this again!". I reach up to finger my mothers cross, something I do every time I feel strong emotions. My fingers reach nothing and I scrabble around my neck searching for my necklace. "jJane do you know wher-......" I break off as I see Janes stricken face. "it protected you when I couldn't. The bullet would have killed you if it hadn't been for that cross. It bounced off that necklace and .... I've been thanking god! Lisbon he must exist because....." his voice cracks and he looks away.

I cup his face in my palm and lift it up gently. "...because he may have taken away some of the people I loved, but he left behind the one person who can keep me alive. you." he finishes, his voice soft and golden, like honey. I close my eyes unsure what to say. This is one of the times I would have pulled at my cross so hard it left little lines on my neck. I've never felt so much pain or love in...well .... my life! "I got you this..." says Jane offering me a little red box rather shyly. I smile and dimple at him, because he looks rather like a little boy offering his teacher a flower.

He smiles back and as I look into his eyes, I can imagine a life with this man. A life I have always dreamed of having. A life that would be perfect in every single way because it would be spent in his arms. Jane wipes at my cheek and I realise I am crying. "its okay! you don't have to take it! I didn't spend anything on it! I swear!" he says anxiously. "liar!" I say, wiping my eyes fiercely. The box itself is expensive looking and from the past gifts Jane has given me I know it probably cost somewhere in the thousands range. I open it slowly, my breath catching......

It is breathtaking. It hangs from a slender golden chain. and the pendant! oh the pendant! it is a ring! a beautiful golden ring, with one side completely studded in shimmering diamonds of different sizes. the tears fall faster. Jane cups my face and I lean into his touch, the tears pouring down. "you can think about it for as long or as little as you like. till then it can hang around your neck. it might hang for years or maybe even forever but as long as you'll give me one chance I don't care!" he says. he leans forward, gently fastening it round my neck. he doesn't pull back immediately, instead he inhales my scent and presses a soft kiss to the base of my neck. I reach out my arms and press him to me. And for the first time in my life, I feel happiness so mad, happiness so wild that I feel like flying.

The elevator dings and opens to reveal Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon, lips locked madly together. As soon as they realise they spring apart, though Patrick keeps one wiry arm wrapped tightly around Teresa's slender waist. she slaps him off smiling, but the agents at the cbi, ignore them smiling fondly. No one would dream of reporting their relationship. they deserve happiness after all they have lost. nobody comments on the gleaming ring that had replaced Teresa's cross until it moves down and onto her finger. :)

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