A/N: Not exactly what 2janesandababy (on Twitter) requested, but this is my take on it. This is more 'why' Jane got Cho to give Lisbon desk duty, rather than 'how' he does. I hope you all still have a good read with this though!

Lisbon slung her kevlar vest over her head and fastened the straps tightly around her slightly swollen stomach. Her pregnancy was still unknown to those on the team but the first trimester was gradually reaching an end and she knew she wouldn't be able to conceal it for much longer.

They all clambered into the SUVs and with each slam of a door she felt a stab of guilt. She'd told Jane that she'd talk with Cho about desk duty, that he'd be the first on the team to know of her news. But she hadn't. Jane hadn't persisted the subject any further so she didn't mention it either.

They reached the suspect's house and Cho forcefully knocked on the door. "FBI, open up!"

There was no answer so one of the assisting officers called Wylie back at the office. He assured us there was a cell signal coming from inside the house, and recently used.

Cho stepped back, gathered his strength and kicked the wooden door in. They entered, knees bent and guns poised. Lisbon headed straight through the kitchen to the back door when her cell started ringing. She picked it up to decline the call but then saw who it was trying to get hold of her. Shit. It was Jane. If she dialled off he'd know something was up, but if she left it ringing it could force her out of secretly rounding on the suspect… She threw the phone on the kitchen counter and went out the open back door. She scanned for any obvious signs of a person's presence but got nothing. She then pushed through the thick, waist high bushes, some brambles catching her jeans, and examined the area beyond the garden; Forest with overgrown long grasses, a scattering of dead and mouldy leaves across the mossy ground and trees intimidatingly towering above her. The silence of the forest was like nothing she'd heard before. There was no bird song, no flutter of crickets nor rustle of leaves. It seemed completely still. But then there came a flurry of gunshots, cracking in the air. She turned, her face translating her worry into an expression of panic. She frantically sprinted through the brush, her feet springing off the earthy forest floor. She twisted her body and glided through the bushes surrounding the back yard and cautiously rushed through the kitchen. The commotion was coming from a side room. She slowed her pace and stood in the threshold, casting her eyes upon the scene in front of her.

A cubbyhole's door was open and a pool of blood led from the entrance to a man's body, fallen in fury, strewn on the floor. His face matched that of the one in the case file. Agents had holstered their weapons and began procedure; phones out and securing the area, ignoring the corpse. The scent of iron and blood in the air cast her stomach into a frenzy and she quickly turned her back on the crime scene. She returned to the kitchen to retrieve her phone and get some fresh air to settle her unease.

She picked up her cell and saw two missed calls, both from Jane. She ought to phone him back, get the story straight and move on. She took a deep breath as she stepped onto the patio outside, the air cleaning her mind. She clicked the 'return call' button and anxiously pressed the cell to her ear.

"Ah, hello," he said, suspicious. "Where've you been?"

"I was in the bathroom, sorry."

"That's no problem, are you okay?"

"Just a little nauseas."

"Do you want to come home?"

"I'm not a kid in preschool, I'll be fine."

"Okay, just remember that is an option. Say you're sick."

"I know."

"It seems pretty quiet there, they all out?" He asked, noting the lack of ringing phones and voices in the background.

"Yeah, I went outside to get a bit of fresh air. See if it helps settle my stomach." She wasn't completely lying…

"Let me come and get you," he urged, disliking the sound of her being so uncomfortable in work.

"No, the day's nearly over. I'll be home soon."

"Well you're having tomorrow off. You need to rest and hopefully that'll mean you don't get this sickness throughout the day."

"Jane," she complained.

"No arguing, Teresa."

"Morning sickness happens. I may be an unfortunate one that gets it in the evening too. Either way, a day off work won't make much difference."

"But I miss you," he said and she could hear the pout in his voice.

"Don't pull that trick with me, it won't wor-"

There was an abrupt break in the silence around her and her shoulder jerked rearward as pain choked back the words in her throat and began coursing through her arm as she dropped to the floor. Her cell phone clattered to the floor and shouting came from behind her in the house. Men ran past her, toward the source of the disturbance and Cho came to kneel beside her. He easily hoisted her petite form to lean on his thighs and she let out a wail as he pressed his bunched up tie onto her shoulder.

"Lisbon," he forcefully said into her face. "Lisbon, listen. Come on, look at me."

Her vision became blotted with black and dashes of red. Her eyelids fluttering every few seconds.

"Talk to me then. Uh… What was your favourite dress? When we went shopping. What was your favourite?"

A smile tilted her lips ever so slightly. "Mine," she managed to mutter.

"Uh-huh? You looked great." He briefly glanced up from her for a moment. "Call an ambulance!" He yelled at those around him.

She just about made out an officer replying that one was on its way.

He growled, but turned his attention back to her. He was about to speak when she murmured to him. He bent closer, trying to hear. This movement shifted his weight on her shoulder and blood seeped from the wound. He acknowledged the liquid trickle through his fingers and positioned the tie, applying more pressure than before. She writhed as the pain shot to her toes and made her fingers go numb.

"Shhh shhh, it's okay, help's on the way. What did you say? Tell me again."

"Desk duty."

"What about it? If you want it because of this… Lisbon, you just have to get back on the horse. When you're better, you'll come back out into the field okay?"

"My baby."

Cho paused, not sure whether she was referring to Jane. "Y-you want Jane?" He questioned awkwardly.

She wanted to laugh, she did on the inside, but she couldn't. She looked down at her hand on her stomach, making him follow her gaze.

"You're pregnant?" He was shocked and worried, yet grateful that he could keep her talking. She slowly blinked, a tear already weaving down her cheek. "How far through are you?" He asked.

She sighed, her breathing becoming more shallow. "Nearly… three..." she tried to catch her breath and he cottoned on.

"Nearly three months? Does Jane know?"

"Mmm."

"Is he excited?"

She smiled, a yes.

"Are you excited?"

"Mmhmm, but… quite scared."

"You should be, I think that's normal."

Sirens pierced through the silence, as the gunshot had just minutes before.

"See," he continued. "Help is here. You'll be fine, Lisbon. And your baby."

"It's a secret," she whispered.

"You can trust me, my lips are sealed."

At that point two medics came rushing through the back door carrying a stretcher.

When rolling the gurney down the front path to the ambulance, Cho held Lisbon's hand. He'd already promised her he'd join her on the trip to the hospital.

Jane had panicked, more so than the time Teresa had been shot by O'Laughlin. There was a gunshot and then the line was cut. He'd tried calling her back but it went immediately to voicemail. Minutes of pacing later he got a call from Wiley and he knew then, it was bad.

"Wylie?" He asked when he picked up.

"I just got a call," he began. "Lisbon's been injured. I was told to call you…"

"Is she alright?! Where is she?!" He demanded, already climbing into the Airstream's driver's seat.

"She's on her way to hospital. She was shot by an unknown accomplice of the suspect they were taking 's all I know."

"Thanks, Wylie. Meet me in your car at the FBI in ten minutes. You're driving me."

"Oh okay…"

Jane ended the call and drove as fast as the Airstream would let him, consequentially, not as fast as he'd like. He abandoned the damn thing in the middle of the parking lot and ran to Wylie's car. He jumped into the passenger seat and told Jason to step on the gas.

"Thanks for the ride, your car is quicker than the Airstream."

"No problem," he replied, knowing that he'd had no choice. Besides, he was planning on going to the hospital.

They reached the hospital and Wylie dropped Jane off outside the entrance before finding a parking space. He rushed to the reception and inquired about his wife.

"She's gone into surgery, Sir. Are you family?"

"Yes, I'm her husband."

"We can allow you to wait in the family room?"

"She has some colleagues coming to visit her, may they join me?"

She hesitated, looked up at him and his fear-drowned eyes, then agreed.

Twenty minutes later Wylie and Cho had joined them. The two new members of the team had been told to hold the fort back at HQ.

When her surgery was finished she was wheeled into a separate room in her bed and was hooked up to monitors and machines. The surgeon visited Jane and the others in the family waiting room and informed them that she was lucky to have had Cho doing what he did. The bullet had shot through an artery, at a joint in her shoulder. If they'd not been able to repair the damage to the artery, she could have lost the use of her arm. The bullet had been removed successfully and she should fully recover. Jane thanked him and requested to see his wife. The surgeon allowed him, but informed Jane that she was still in and out of consciousness from the anesthetic and he was to let her rest. Wiley and Cho decided to stay where they were until she had woken up, giving the couple some space.

Jane sat on the worn padded chair at her bedside. He untucked a folded corner of the sling and straightened it out, making it neat. He caressed her hair and kissed her cheek. He was unsure whether his anger would come back out again when she awoke, after all she'd lied about talking with Cho in regards to desk duty. But right now all he could feel was the aftershock of the fear and pain he'd felt when he'd heard the crack of a gunshot and the line between them had going dead. He remembered it, too vividly, but yet again he had his wife to thank for taking him from bad memories in his head to the brilliance of his reality, as she stirred in her slumber. He scooted forward on his chair, his grip tightening around her hand resting on the mattress. He leant over and stroked her fingers that hung limply from the sling against her chest. He huffed out a slight chuckle at how she always managed to get herself into these situations. Be it her clumsiness getting her there or the loyal bullet of the enemy. It's the Lisbon he had grown to treasure, the part of her that made her Lisbon. And he was wanting her to run away with him, to leave behind the only thing that had stuck by her when he hadn't. He lifted her hand from the bed and pressed it to his lips and she squeezed his index finger. He looked up to see her slightly dimmed emeralds peek from beneath her lashes.

"Hello…" He whispered, dragging his chair as close as possible to her bed. A ghost of a smile crept across her features but was gone sooner than it had come.

"I'm sorry," she croaked, her voice raspy. "I-I'm sorry." A tear crawled down her cheek as she realised she'd messed up big time. She feared what he'd do.

"Hey, shhhh, let's not worry about that now," he soothed, stroking her locks. "Let's get you better."

"The baby-"

"Is fine. You both just need some bed rest, plenty of fluids and substantial meals. Looks like you'll be taking that day off tomorrow after all, huh?"

"It's not funny," she sobbed. The hormones and adrenaline making her emotions run wild.

"Teresa, it's okay. You're okay, the baby is okay, and I'm okay. We'll be just fine."

"You're not okay," she sniffed.

He chuckled, "I am."

"No. You don't trust me. I betrayed you. I lied." He waited patiently for her to get her words out in between sobs and sharp intakes of breath.

"Let's not do this now, okay? You need to rest."

"No," she repeated. "We need to do this now." She shuffled to try and sit up but winced and collapsed back onto the pillow. He motioned for her to lean forward, which she did, and he supported her waist as she pushed herself up with her one arm. He puffed the pillows behind her back and she settled into them.

"Why do we have to do it now?" He asked, picking up the conversation.

"Because."

"Because?"

"Big elephants…"

"Can always understand small elephants, I get you," he grinned. Merely a taste of his own medicine. "Come on now, get some sleep."

"We need to sort this."

"There's nothing to sort. We're fine, more than fine," he leant in, cupping her cheek, and kissed her. She responded, sleepily.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

"Teresa…" he crooned. "Do you want to know why I've forgiven you? Would that put your mind at rest?" She nodded. "I have forgiven you as you have forgiven me so many times. This was just a blip, a mistake. You won't do it again, I know that. That's more than I've ever given you after one of my galivants or stings. I don't hold anything against you. Of course I was mad when I realised you'd ignored my plea for your safety, but it's you. I know you've told Cho, and I know he'll put you on desk duty now. My anger is extinguished, my worry has subsided. You'll make a full recovery and our child is safe," he rested a hand gently against her stomach. "That's all I could ask for and more than I probably deserve."

She gave a soft, reassured smile as he tucked the blankets tight around her legs.

"I love you," she muttered as the action of the day rapidly caught up with her.

"And I, you. More than anything."

He kissed her forehead and stayed as she slipped into sleep then silently left the room to update Wylie and Cho. He'd make sure Cho did give Lisbon desk duty, no matter what the cost.