Radioactive Roses

A/N: Again, I cannot control the random wanderings of my mind. I hope you enjoy what it produces. This is written in the original, CBI, format because I work better with those characters. Set post-Red John. CBI intact. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think. Thanks. I will get back to "Sheriff of RedRock" as soon as I work out what will happen next.

Chapter one

Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon was furious with Patrick Jane. Her consultant had managed to get both of them trapped in a black warehouse in search of a killer. They were crouching down behind some shelves, waiting for the killer to arrive. There was a strange smell in the air, but Lisbon put it down to some weird chemicals being stored in the warehouse.

The door at the far end opened, and heavy footsteps were heard entering. Lisbon readied her gun as Jane stood up. "Marcel," he yelled. "Come for the evidence?"

Marcel Long stopped walking. "Who are you?" he called. "And how did you know I killed Sophia?"

Jane shrugged, keeping in the shadows. Lisbon jumped up next to Jane. "CBI, hands where I can see them."

Marcel didn't know where the voice had come from, and thought it had come from the door. He ran towards Jane and Lisbon, and knocked over the line of shelves they had been hiding behind. Forty paint cans hit the ground, and their contents covered Jane and Lisbon completely.

Lisbon managed to collar Marcel, who was lying a few feet away. He had missed the paint cans and their contents. As Lisbon turned on her torch, Jane turned pale. "Lisbon," he yelled. "Lisbon. We have a problem."

"What, Jane?"

Jane held up one of the paint cans. Lisbon could see the radiation warning sticker, and many more like it on the other cans. She pulled out her cell phone. "Rigsby, call a radiation unit. We have a serious contamination at warehouse three. Jane and I are contaminated too."

It took ten minutes for the unit to arrive, and an additional two hours to decontaminate the scene. Lisbon and Jane were carted away in a sealed van for decontamination showers. Their clothing was soaked through with the radioactive sludge. Incidentally, the radioactive substance was the cause of the murder in the first place. It was going to be dumped into the ocean, because o the cost of disposing of it legally.

Lisbon sat on the hospital bed. She was being checked by a doctor. "Well, Ms Lisbon," he said. "Your vitals all seem normal. You were exposed for almost three hours, if your timeline is correct. It's quite remarkable for you to not be showing any symptoms of radiation sickness. That combination of Francium, Actinium and Nobelium can be quite potent."

Lisbon nodded. "How's Jane?"

The doctor picked up his clipboard. "Mr Jane has no ill effects after being exposed to the radiation. He is just as healthy as you are."

Lisbon nodded. "Can I go home now?"

The doctor shook his head. "Your department wants us to keep you here overnight for observation. If you would like, I can have you and Mr Jane moved to a ward together. I think you would prefer the company."

Lisbon nodded. She was ready to kill that man when she saw him.

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Lisbon and Jane were discharged the next morning. Lisbon headed back to her apartment, ready to sleep off the effects of the stress. She collapsed onto her couch, and put the TV on. The CBI had given her and Jane the week off, should any underlying problems occur. Lisbon planned to use her week to have as little to do with Jane as possible. She rested her head on the arm of the couch, and dropped off to sleep.

Lisbon's week passed quickly, with no contact with Jane. Lisbon felt refreshed and ready to get back to work. She met up with Cho at the elevator. He greeted her with a nod, and the two of them rode up to their floor in silence. Lisbon headed out to the bullpen, and greeted her team. Jane was already asleep on his couch.

Lisbon was catching up on her paperwork, when she felt the effects of a headache starting. She took some painkillers, but the headache wouldn't leave. After an hour, Lisbon couldn't take the pain. It felt like her head would explode. She lay down on her couch, and tried to focus the pain elsewhere. Then, just as suddenly as it had arrived, the headache vanished. Lisbon sat up. She could barely remember the pain, but knew she had been in pain from the sheen of sweat on her face. She wiped her face down and reapplied her makeup.

Suddenly, she heard mumbling. Talking, but very low voices. And lots of them. It seemed like she was in a hall full of people, and they were muttering away to themselves. The voices that were the loudest seemed very familiar. Lisbon gripped her head again, trying to stop the voices. She felt like she was going crazy.

Nobody was going to believe her.

A/N2: This is a short introduction to a new story. Tell me what you think in a review please. Thanks.