A CHANCE TO REDEFINE

Lisbon's recent behavior has Jane and the team looking for an explanation before it's too late. Could the recent traumas she has suffered have triggered a bad case of PTS? Or is there a bigger plot determining her actions? Co-written with SteeleSimz.

This is a story written by me and SteeleSimz. It's the first time the both of us co-writes a story, and we hope the result is as satisfying for readers as it has been so far for us as writers!

Unfortunately, we don't own the show or the characters.

PROLOGUE

Jane pulled into the empty lot and looked toward the building. The building which was once home to a factory and was now abandoned. He could smell the stench of those who lived in it after it was closed down. Cringing and shaking his head he slowly made his way down the empty hallway that seemed to go on forever. He swallowed a quick breath of air before he spoke.

"Lisbon?"

Nothing but silence greeted his ears as he continued down the hallway. Part of his mind was saying he should have waited for the team, but after the past few weeks he wasn't about to wait for anyone. He knew she was here. He headed up to the second floor where in his gut he knew he would find her.

"Lisbon?" Jane yelled a little louder this time as he opened the door to the second level.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lisbon's voice had spooked him enough to make him stop and look around his surroundings.

"I was in the neighborhood," Jane replied, trying to lighten the mood as he tried to spot her amongst all the crates.

"You need to get out of here," Lisbon's voice was quiet but he knew she was in front of him, quite a few feet away.

"Why?" Jane asked as he headed toward where he had heard her voice coming from.

"Jane, just get out of here," Lisbon said, more loudly this time. But he still couldn't see her as he headed towards a stack of crates.

"Not without you," Jane replied as he reached them.

"God, you never listen," Lisbon stated firmly as she stepped out from behind the crate, pointing a gun at him.

Jane took a couple of steps backwards with a more than shocked expression on his face, his eyes switching focus between her face and her gun.

"Lisbon, what are you doing?" Jane tried to make it sound like a joke but his voice quivered as he looked at her.

"I told you to get out of here, but you didn't listen did you," Lisbon's voice was stern as she walked closer to Jane with her gun still aimed at him.

"Lisbon, breathe in and…" Jane began to say.

"Don't even think of doing that," Lisbon warned. Jane raised his hands in defeat.

"Put the gun down, please," Jane spoke softly as his eyes met hers. They kept eye contact for several seconds until they heard the sound of sirens in the background.

"Lisbon, let me help you," Jane said as he took a slow step closer to her.

"I don't need your help and never had," Lisbon stated with anger in her voice. The sirens grew louder around them.

"What do you want me to do?" Jane asked with a voice that didn't seem to be his own.

Lisbon met his eyes once more before she spoke.

"Trust me," she asked as the grip of her hands on the gun never hesitated.

The gunshot rang through Jane's ears as he felt the burning hot pain of the bullet that passed through his flesh. He closed his eyes as he fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath.

"Forgive me," Lisbon whispered quietly near his ear before leaving him.

"In, Out," Jane repeated in his head trying to erase the pain that was shooting from where Lisbon's bullet had hit him. In a distance he could hear the yells of several agents.

"Jane? We need a medic here, now!" Cho yelled as he kneeled down next to Jane and placed pressure on his wound. Jane winced at the pain.

"Jane, what happened?" the agent asked softly.

"She shot me," Jane whispered, before the pain finally overtook him and he shut his eyes.