I couldn't stay away from FF for very long this time. I got this idea in my head, made sure that I had permission to write it from Wldwmn as this plotline is similar to hers, and wrote it instead of doing my physics homework. This story will be a few more chapters, but it won't be very long. Just a fun little story to get me through this week. I'm so looking forward to the premier on thursday! Who else is excited? Probably all of you. :p Anyway, I will do my best to finish this before the episode this week but you know me, I'm always procrastinating and updating later than planned. Now, I'll stop babbling and let you get on with the chapter because I really do have to finish my physics. :S I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

Arbitrary

"Stop! CBI!" Lisbon yelled.

Of course, Lee didn't listen. When do they ever? So she was off, chasing after him when he decided that he had a better chance of getting out of this by out-running her than staying where he was. Fat chance. It wasn't like she didn't chase down criminals for a living.

"Whoa there! Where ya going?"

Dammit. Why did Jane have to come and mess this up? She was perfectly capable of getting Lee, but apparently Jane wasn't perfectly capable of staying by the car like she'd told him.

"Nobody move or I'll blow his brains out!" Lee yelled, putting his gun to Jane's head.

"Hey now, no need for violence." Jane said.

"Shut up!" Lee and Lisbon said simultaneously.

"Put the gun down, Lee." Lisbon said in her calm, commanding tone.

"No, not gonna happen." Lee said, shaking his head viciously from side to side.

"Hey, what's this?" Jane said, taking a small bottle of an unknown substance from Lee's pocket.

"Give me that!" Lee said, his gun all but forgotten. Jane shook it and started fiddling with the top.

"Careful! Don't do that!" Lee said, trying to grab the bottle from Jane. Jane held it out of Lee's reach. In their struggle, Jane dropped the bottle on the ground where it smashed open.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Something was beeping constantly, and it was rather annoying. On top of the blasted beeping was the sound of voices; how many, he couldn't be sure. He tried to open his eyes, but they were so heavy. Where was he anyways? He tried to open his eyes once more. Surely it never used to be this hard to open his eyes? He was determined to manage at least this small feat. When he finally was able to open his eyes, the question of where he was, was answered.

He seemed to be in a white room, bright florescent lights glared down at him. He looked around and saw what he took to be two nurses talking about something at the foot of his bed. He must be in a hospital bed. He couldn't for the life of him remember why though.

"Mr. Jane, you're awake. Your wife will be so glad to hear the news. She's been asking about you since you got here and was sitting with you as soon as she could. She just stepped out to get some coffee. Oh, here she is." One of the nurses said.

Teresa Lisbon entered his room with a cup of coffee in her hand. As soon as she noticed his open eyes staring at her, her face broke into a smile and she rushed to his side.

"Hey, how you feeling?" She asked.

"Mmm, kind of stuffy. Like there's a cotton ball where my brain should be." Jane grumbled. "I'm just glad you're here. I was worried when I woke up and my wife was no where to be found."

Lisbon's face was one of pure shock when he said this, although he couldn't fathom why. Before he could ask her about it, the nurse interrupted them.

"I'm sorry Mrs Jane, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room for a moment while the doctor runs a few tests and makes sure Mr Jane's doing okay." The nurse said.

"Um, okay." Lisbon said, still relatively confused. She walked out of the room and found Rigsby, Van Pelt and Cho waiting around the corner.

"How's he doing?" Rigsby asked.

"He seems to be alright, the doctor's running a few tests as we speak. I need to talk to the doctor when he's done though." Lisbon said.

"Why?" Van Pelt inquired.

"It seems that Jane thinks I'm his wife." Lisbon said, looking down at the round and blushing.

"What?" Rigsby asked, stunned.

"You heard me." Lisbon muttered.

"Why?" Cho asked.

"I don't know. That's what I hope to find out." Lisbon said. As soon as the words left her mouth, the doctor left Jane's room with the nurse. "I'm going to go do that now."

Lisbon ran down the hall to catch up with the doctor and nurse.

"Excuse me, doctor. How is he?" Lisbon asked.

"He seems to be fine. The drug is still in his system but it's slowly leaving so the symptoms should clear up soon. There seems to be no lasting effects or damage from his fall." The doctor said.

"Um, I think something's wrong." Lisbon said.

"I assure you, there isn't." The doctor said.

"He, um, he thinks that I'm his wife. I don't know why h thinks this, but it's not true." Lisbon said.

"Well, that's unusual as there was no lasting effect on his memory. He just will have a bit of trouble remembering the incident." The doctor said, the wheels turning in her head as she thought of what would cause this.

"I'm afraid this would be my fault." The nurse said, sheepishly. "I told him you were his wife."

"Why?" Lisbon asked.

"Well, if you remember, you were the one who said you were his wife upon arrival." The nurse said, giving Lisbon a disapproving look.

"I know, I shouldn't have done that but only family was allowed to see him and…" Lisbon said, trailing off. "But why did he believe it?"

"Well, the drug that he came in contact with is a type of barbiturate that made Mr. Jane very susceptible to suggestion. It also affected the central nervous system which is why Mr. Jane fainted. I've never seen this particular variation before, but it seems to have an increased effect on Mr. Jane's willingness to believe what he's told and give in to a suggestion. I said that the drug is leaving his system and when it has he should remember the truth. But until then he will believe what he's been told, in the order that he's been told. So trying to convince him otherwise might not work just yet." The doctor said.

"Oh. Okay, well thank you." Lisbon said. "Can I see him?"

"Of course." The nurse said.

Lisbon went into Jane's room and was greeted with the widest smile she'd ever seen him wear.

"Hey." Lisbon said. She walked over to his bed and crouched down beside him.

"Hey. I missed you." Jane said.

"I was gone for like, five minutes." Lisbon said, unable to meet his gaze.

"I know." Jane said. He reached out and turned her head to face him. "But I still missed you. I can't help that I miss you when you're not around. I symptom of love, I suppose." He smiled at this. When he saw that she did not, he quickly sobered.

"What's wrong?" Jane asked.

"I, um. I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm not your wife." Lisbon said, standing up.

"Of course you are. I love you and you love me so we got married." Jane said.

"No we didn't because we don't." Lisbon said.

"I don't know why you're saying these things but they're hurtful and I wish you'd stop." Jane said, a frown appearing on his face.

"I'm not saying this to hurt you, I'm saying this because it's true, Jane." Lisbon said. "Can you tell me in all honesty that you remember our first date? Our first kiss or our wedding?"

"Well, no but the doctor said I was drugged and that I may not remember a few things right away." Jane said, grasping at straws.

"No, the reason that you don't remember them is because they haven't happened." Lisbon said.

"I don't believe this." Jane said. He looked away from her and stared out the window wistfully.

"I'm sorry." Lisbon said.

"Just, can you just stop? I don't know what's going on with you right now but I could use the support of my wife right now. Please, just come up here and sit with me?" Jane said, tearing his gaze from the window to look at her.

"I don't think I should." Lisbon said.

"Please Teresa." Jane said. His eyes looked weary and tired. All he needed was some support from her. She climbed up on the bed and sat beside him. She was completely stiff, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but Jane was the opposite. He seemed to have relaxed significantly just from her being near and, as he moved his hand to entwine with hers, she knew that if she could do this one thing to help him feel a little better, she'd do it.

What do you think? Unrealistic? Unbelievable? Unimportant? Well, this is fanfiction and I can do what I like. :p But seriously, any thoughts? How do you think Jane will react when the drug is completely out of his system? Will Lisbon be able to convince him or will he be doomed to believe a lie forever? Dun dun dun. Let me know! :D