I'm baaaack! That's right, Heartwing actually got off her lazy butt and updated!

So, sorry about the super super long wait. I've had a lot of things going on in my life. AP tests coming up, scholarships, essays, work (blech), school musical, and oh, I fell in love with this amazing guy only to later discover he's gay. So that kinda sucks for me. And while, of course, I have absolutely no problems with homosexuality, I wish he was straight. But oh well. How about I stop ranting and let you guys get on with the actual story. If you even read all of this. If you did, sorry. It's not all that important. Anyways...

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Jane watched Lisbon through the glass window. Her doctors made her talk with a psychologist at least once a day to try to help her regain her memory. So far, it hadn't been working. Jane had wanted to try hypnosis, but Cho forbid him. He didn't want Lisbon even more stressed and scared then she already was. And since Cho was her medical proxy and next-of-kin, he was in charge. That is, for as long as Jane decided to listen to him.

But for now, Jane was waiting for them to be done. He had an idea. Even if Lisbon didn't remember, maybe some of his questions would be answered. He patted the bag he had, thinking about its contents. Finally, the psychologist began finishing up. Jane intercepted her once she stepped into the hallway.

"How is she doing?"

"I really should discuss this with Agent Cho first."

"Dr. Rohm."

"Patrick Jane." She held his gaze evenly. Dr. Elisabeth Rohm was a cool, but stern woman. Being a psychologist, she wasn't easily fazed or distracted, the traits Jane took advantage of when trying to get his way.

"Doctor, please. She's my co-worker, my boss, my friend." Jane didn't like the begging he heard in his own voice. "And anyways, Cho told you that you could keep me informed."

"At my discretion, Mr. Jane." Elisabeth Rohm wanted to make sure that Jane understood. If she was to tell him anything, if, not when, but if, it was going to be her choice. It was her job to help Agent Teresa Lisbon, and she was not going to break her doctor-patient privilege.

"Please, . I just wanted to know how she's doing, not all her secrets."

Dr. Rohm sighed. "For the most part, she's able to retain short-term knowledge. It's not as strong as it should be, but it has been rapidly improving just over the last few days. Unfortunately, the long-term is different. She is still unable to recall anything from before she woke up from her coma. Including the attack.

"It is hard on her. She knows she's missing a lot and it's frustrating her. I can only help her to a certain degree, Mr. Jane, and you both must understand that. I can give her names and pictures of faces and places, but I cannot give her back her memories."

"How long will she be like this?"

"Until her memories return? It's impossible to say. I've known people who've woken up after a day, or even a few hours, and remembered most everything. I've known people who've lived for a decade before suddenly remembering. The body has amazing healing abilities, the head in particular. The healing of a brain is very difficult to predict. Memories can suddenly come back all at once, slowly one by one, or, I'm afraid to say, not at all. It is a real possibility and you must be prepared for it."

Jane nodded, already distracted by the thought of Lisbon. He gave the doctor a nod, then started to head for Lisbon's door. He stopped when she put her hand on his arm.

"Mr. Jane. You must understand that she doesn't remember anything. Whatever type of relationship you two had before is gone now. You'll have to regain her trust, which won't be easy. She has no past experience to base things off of. Whatever she thinks about you can and will change. Be gentle with her. Prepare for the worst, Mr. Jane, but hope for the best." She looked into his eyes, willing him to understand. Then, with a nod, she left.

Jane turned back to Lisbon's room. He took a deep breath, preparing himself, and pushed open the door.

Lisbon was sitting on the bed. She still wasn't allowed to get up without a nurse, though the bed was inclined. She turned her head and carefully watched him come in. They both studied each other in silence.

"Hello, Teresa," Jane said brightly with a smile. "How are you today?"

"Same as the past three days." Lisbon's voice was a little raspy.

Jane nodded, still smiling. He walked around the foot of her bed to the chair. Her eyes carefully followed him and she always looked a little wary of him. He hated it.

"Agent Dowling is coming by later to talk to you," He told her.

"Who?"

Jane hesitated. He really did not want to explain why the two agents didn't get along. "She's a coworker."

"Oh. How-how well do I know her? I mean…" Lisbon trailed off, not meeting Jane's eyes. Her hands nervously played with the blanket.

"You just know her casually. Not all that well."

Lisbon nodded, not looking reassured. She was easy to read in this state, not knowing that she normally tried to hide her thoughts from him. Jane wasn't going to be the one who told her. He liked knowing what she was feeling. Right now he could see that she hated relying on him for information.

"I brought you a photo album." He told her, changing the subject. "It's of our team. Grace Van Pelt made this a few months ago. She gave us all one for the holidays."

Lisbon took it from him and opened it up. Each picture had a label on it. Jane hoped something in it might jog her memory. He leaned closer to her so he could look at it too.

"That was on your birthday. You were mad at me because you thought I didn't get you anything, but it was actually being delivered. The look on your face when you saw the pony was priceless."

Lisbon smiled. "What happened to it?"

"It was a rental."

Lisbon looked up from her magazine at the knock on the door. She frowned when an unfamiliar blonde woman walked in. She tried to place her. She wasn't… what was her name? Van Pelt! No, Van Pelt was a redhead. This one was a fake blonde. She clearly wasn't a nurse or a doctor. Lisbon knew most of them, at least by sight, and anyways, Bleached Blondie wasn't dressed for it. She couldn't be the press or some random person because there was a security guard outside the door. At least, there was supposed to be one.

"Hi there," Bleached Blondie said.

"Hello." Lisbon was cautious.

"My name's Sharon Dowling. I work at the CBI as well. I'm here to take your statement regarding your attack." Agent Dowling smiled, but with her empty, beady little eyes and her creepy smile, Lisbon was reminded more of a crocodile than a servant of the law. Something was just off.

"I'm sorry, I don't really remember anything."

"I am going to do a cognitive interview with you."

"Umm," Lisbon already did one with her psychologist, and didn't want to do it again. She got the feeling, however, that Dowling wasn't asking her permission. Lisbon didn't want to get in trouble, so she'd just play along. "Alright, I guess."

"Wonderful. Now, you were driving back home from work. It was very late and you were tired. You ran low of gas."

Lisbon got a flash of… something.

"You ran out of gas. Your car stalled and died. You got out. It was dark and empty."

A flash came again, but this time it was an image of a back city street, empty except for a few animals and isolated pools of light from the streetlights. It was the kind of area where people don't see or hear anything. They don't let themselves.

"You got out of your car and started walking. Why?"

"I don't know."

"Anything?" Dowling pressed, her voice sharp. "Because if you're lying, you'll be in big trouble. We are looking for a serial killer. We can only protect you if you help us. You're the only person alive who saw his face."

"I'm-I'm in danger?"

"What do you think? You saw his face. You are a threat .He needs to kill you to keep his identity safe."

"But I don't remember anything!"

"Maybe so, but does he know that?"

Lisbon just stared, speechless.

Dowling smirked triumphantly. "Goodbye, Lisbon, and good luck."

Lisbon watched her leave, tears slowly dripping down her cheeks, turning into silent sobs that racked her body.

Next chapter things get interesting. Jane finds out a secret from Lisbon's past that she never wanted anyone to find out. And it (hopefully) will be updated quicker than this last one.

OMG did you guys hear about the upcoming episode? http:/www. thefutoncritic. com/news/2011/04/27/cbs-announces-may-finale-storylines-296101/20110427cbs01/
(Get rid of spaces) I can't wait!