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One-Truly a Miracle

He walked down the sidewalk, worn down boots slapping down steadily. His hands were in his jacket pockets, swaying slightly as he moved. A slight, steady wind ruffled his blond curls as he breathed in the fresh October air. He stepped over an imperfect crack in the sidewalk, marveling at how so many little things went unnoticed by people. Shaking his head with a slight smile he continued to the crime scene before him.

He walked up and pulled on the Crime Scene tape, flashing his CBI card and entered the scene. Placing the card back into his jacket and patting on the internal pocket, he slipped slightly behind his supervising agent, Teresa Lisbon.

She held onto her pen and pad firmly in her hands as she readjusted her footing, "Jack Carson, mid thirties. Time of death 4 A.M….cause of death is two gunshot wounds to the back of the skull," the tall, broad shouldered red head rookie, Grace Van Pelt nodded and looked over her shoulder at no other than Wayne Rigsby, a fellow agent.

Patrick Jane turned his head to the side, watching everyone crowding around the scene. In all his years of experience with people, he has learned to pay attention to the smallest things. Throughout his…long life he has been rewarded.

There was a young, light brunette woman, probably five foot three and one hundred eleven…maybe twelve to thirteen pounds…standing by the tape, arms crossed over her chest and watching the deceased corpse intently. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, her eyes slowly opening and closing as she shifted her footing nervously. Her fingers tapped slowly on her arms, skipping a beat ever so often before continuing.

Then there was a tall man, clad in a business suit. He was about fifty, had dark hair…balding…and a mustache in the same colour of his hair. He wasn't too thin either. He held onto a leather briefcase, must work in the law office across the street. He was also extremely irritated about having to be here.

Those were the people who stood out most to him, the young woman mostly.

"Jane?" he turned his head at the sound of Lisbon's voice, he soon met with her penetrating gaze. Her eyes were a deep green, cliché sounding he knew, but they were nonetheless. She had soft dark brown with a slight reddish tint of hair about two inches past her shoulders. Bangs combed neatly right above her eyes letting the rest of her hair frame her delicate looking face perfectly, "Care to elaborate what you have so far?" she asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly before motioning over with his hand that still was hosted in his jacket pocket over to the young brunette woman, "Try speaking to her, she might know a little something."

Lisbon's lips moved into a straight line as she nodded, clutching her pad and pen tighter in her hands. She sidestepped away from Jane and moved over towards the young woman. The woman quickly looked alarmed, Jane knew her defenses were going up and Lisbon would have a hard time with her. Obviously the supervising agent would never allow him the time to place the young woman under a hypnosis chance…not even a minor one. The petite senior agent's chastising was replaying in his head at that very moment…

He continued to survey their entire conversation, the girl kept on lying to Lisbon, he could see a little vein sticking out of the side of her neck, giving away her every lie. Small-crystallized tears formed in her hazel eyes as she looked around warily. She was looking for something in particular…Jane couldn't quite place it. Something bad was going to happen…he just knew it. The young woman knew something was to happen, she was hiding it from Lisbon quite obviously now, continuing to deny and avoid Lisbon's every question.

Soon out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint of something. He turned his head and faced its direction. For a moment, it appeared to be nothing. A plane maybe, but no sound was coming from the sky. Interesting. Raising an eyebrow and staring for a couple of seconds, his greenish-blue eyes widened in fear, the wind picked up and he knew something was definitely about to go horribly wrong. He jumped, arms outstretched as he grabbed Lisbon's right arm and pulled her towards him. He also reached for the girl.

Both of the women stiffened, eyes becoming large, "Ja-!" Lisbon began but was cut off at the sound of gunshot erupting through the air. He twisted his body and heard another shot go off. He pushed Lisbon to the ground quickly; slightly satisfied at the sound of her body hitting the ground safely before he felt something hit his back. Searing pain moved throughout his body, liquid hot feeling as a bullet ripped through his chest, directly through his heart. He threw his head back, yelping as his hands moved upwards towards his chest.

The bullet landed in a nearby building.

He fell to his knees, hands clutching at his chest, now with a small hole penetrating him. He then fell on Lisbon, her arms now wrapped around him. His breathing became laboured as he felt his heart slowly become slower and slower. Sweat trickled down his brow before his eyelids slowly drooped downwards, putting him into a deep sleep.

"Jane?" he heard her clearly, "Patrick?!" she sounded hysterical.

She pushed him over on his back and felt for a pulse, she found one…for some odd reason despite being overjoyed. He didn't feel anything except the feeling like you've been in high tide for too long. The sloshing feeling like you've been thrown around like you were a useless piece of paper at the mercy of gravity fluttering to the ground sidestepping in a rhythm-like motion. Despite his eyes being closed, he internally groaned, wanting this horrible feeling to just be over.

He felt her hands press onto the wound, he wanted to tell her she didn't need to, but she would insist on doing so anyway.

"Grace! Call 911!" he heard her yell to the rookie agent.

He heard a faint muttering of words. Lisbon muttered a soft prayer, Rigsby tried to soothe Grace, who was probably holding her mouth in shock as Rigsby's arms now would hold onto her body. Opening his eyes a crack his ideas were confirmed, Grace was indeed in the arms of her knight in shining armour. He then looked up to see Lisbon, she looked so hurt…

Her hands held onto his face, keeping him still. He felt a teardrop fall on his face, rolling down his own cheek and behind his ear. He wanted to reach up and wipe it away but he still felt useless and numb. Everything felt heavy and immobile; Lisbon's hands were hardly felt anymore. He was slowly slipping away to a deep sleep once more.

"Please be okay…"

He shut his eyes, letting sleep overcome him. He doubted Lisbon would let him sleep, but his exhaustion was overwhelming him. He slept peacefully on the concrete ground. He willingly let paramedics place him in the ambulance and give him a ride into the nearest hospital. It was when nurses and doctors swarmed around him did he let himself awaken. He cracked his eyes open slightly to see a doctor shining a small, thin light into his eyes. She smiled, "He's back."

"He never was gone…" probably a paramedic said, effectively informing the doctor.

The doctor…which on her name tag said 'Dr. Harrison' raised an eyebrow and stuck the light back in the top pocket of her lab coat, "Impossible…he was shot through the heart," there was a slight pause with tension in the air, "This man shouldn't even be alive! Much less with a fully functioning heart!"

"It truly is a miracle."

Dr. Harrison turned back to Jane, still skeptical, "Yes, it truly is indeed."

And yes it was…

This is actually more of a preview of mine. I'm working on the second chapter now. ...soon...I just had to get this out of my head!

This is also the product of my boyfriend and I having LotR marathons during lunch breaks...Blame HIM!

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