Merry Christmas Patrick Jane

I Solved It

Chapter 3: I Solved It!

Lisbon looked up at the TV and quickly switched the channel when A Charlie Brown Christmas was airing yet again.

"God, I swear if I see that movie one more time I going to lose my freaking mind!" she shouted.

"What did the doctor say?" Grace Van Pelt asked.

"They don't understand why he's not awake. His fever spiked some last night, and he became distressed. They were going to put the tube in, but I talked them out of it. He's not breathing too badly on his own right now and I just…..I don't want him to wake up with that tube down his throat."

"It's going to be okay. This can't be good for you. Why won't you just get out of the hospital? He wouldn't want you to spend Christmas here. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and you invited Wayne and me. It's weird staying in your house without you there."

"It won't be Christmas if Jane is not there!" she blurted out.

Grace was taken away by that. It was so weird seeing Lisbon like this. Not Lisbon Teresa. Teresa her friend. She was in love with Jane her friend. They were together and it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. The thing was she didn't see it. Lisbon was here losing it, and Jane, well Jane was there lying in that bed.

"Come on if you won't leave, come down to the cafeteria and have a coffee. That way if something happens he's only an elevator ride away from him."

She looked back at the sleeping form, he would be okay while she got a cup with an old friend.

"I'll be right back." She kissed him on the forehead and exited his room with her friend.

*CB*

Patrick Jane woke up from his nap in the car feeling way worse than he did before he went to sleep. He was also very sad to find out that he was still in bizarre world where the characters of the peanuts gang was running around living normal lives. Someone had killed Charlie Brown and it was up to him to find out who it was. Since he was stuck here, he might as well play along.

"I know who the killer is!" he shouted as walked in the bullpen with doughnuts.

He couldn't help but smile when Rigsby was the first to grab a doughnut. It was just like old times and well at that moment he would admit that he missed the big guy.

"Oh are you actually working this case? I thought you were catching up on your beauty sleep." Lisbon quipped.

"It was Lucy!" Jane shouted.

"What?" Van Pelt asked stunned.

"It was Lucy, it's always Lucy. She hates Charlie Brown. Always calling him a blockhead, and moving that stupid football whenever he's trying to kick it. Claims she's an awesome baseball player, but everyone knows that she's the worst. Let's get her blue dress, white shoe wearing behind in here and maybe I can find my way home!" he shouted ecstatically.

Everyone in the bullpen was trying to take in exactly what it was that Jane was saying but there was one person that was furious about it all.

"Lucy. Jane did you just come out of your two day coma and accuse my sister of being a murderer!" Grace demanded.

"Oh right, Grace Van Pelt. How come I never noticed that?" he sighed.