A/N: Here it is! The last chapter of this story! Excited? Skip the Author's Note then!

So I just started a course at the Hogeschool van Amsterdam. I'm stuck there for so many hours that just thinking of continuing stories makes me tired, gosh! But I really wanted to at least have this story finished. There is a sequel to this story, because admit it, Jane and Lisbon are just too cute in hospitals (at least in this story).

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Sadly.

Jane's heart jumped to the moon and back, doing various somersaults on its way back to the earth. A lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed.

He brushed her cheek, and smiled, smiled like an idiot that had just won the lottery – which, in a way, Jane had. He just couldn't stop. Even if Red John would now barge into Lisbon's room, doing the River dance, he would stay with his beautiful angel.

Lisbon was trying hard to keep her eyes just a few inches open, enough to see Jane leaning over her.

Jane could hear the doctors and nurses discussing what to do, and already checked on her vitals.

Lisbon, despite the turmoil around them, raised her free hand to touch Jane's face.

"Is that you Jane?" asked Lisbon, her voice so low Jane could almost overhear it.

"Yes, yes it's me, Lisbon," he replied, tears now streaming down his face – where did these come from? He wasn't sad – then why was he crying? He brushed her cheek, and she brushed his.

"Am I dead?"

"No, you're not, my dear."

She smiled faintly, and then she cringed in pain. Jane squeezed her hand gently, letting her know he was still there.

The doctors had granted the two a short moment, before they ushered Jane out of the way so they could try and make the pain less for Lisbon.

The team entered the room too, and Rigsby immediately grabbed Jane at his shoulders to keep him away from her, but Jane wouldn't go back to her, not when all these people were trying to heal Lisbon while she was in a lot of pain, while they were trying to save her life.

Despite the fact that their boss was in a lot of pain, there were smiles on the team's faces. She was alive, she was breathing still and she had regained consciousness again.

Van Pelt grabbed Jane's and Cho's hands, more to keep herself from screaming out of glee than assure the two that she was there.

They were gonna be fine. Jane was recovering and Lisbon was too. Yay team.

-YulianaHenderson-

Lisbon had been in surgery again for an hour. Not much, since she had already been in surgery for hours when she had just came in the hospital. She had a lot of pain, which wasn't a surprise.

The staff didn't tell much about her condition, only the critical parts such as the fact that she would definitely live.

There were four hundred people, including the crew, on board of the plane, and they had all died. Except for Lisbon. How was that possible? Maybe God did exist, and he didn't want her to die yet because she needed to do things before she could go.

Of course Jane was the first one next to Lisbon again. She had gotten another room, one for herself, and now that the hospital knew who she was, they could fully take care of her.

The doctors had wanted to put Lisbon to sleep, so that she could rest, but of course the woman was so stubborn she didn't want to. She wanted to see her team, but especially Jane.

Now, Jane was sitting on a chair next to her, both her hands in his.

"I thought I was going to lose you," whispered Jane. Lisbon sighed slightly.

"I could hear voices the entire time. I only heard unfamiliar voices, until I suddenly heard yours. Far away though. It seemed as if I couldn't approach you. I heard your voice, but it stayed far away. But then...," she started, but stopped. Jane looked at her, a slight frown on his face. She had a blush on her face, which she almost never had.

"But then you kissed me. And I felt I had enough strength to come to you."

Jane brushed her cheek.

"You're here now. And I'm glad you're here. Because I got a taste of what it would be like to live without you. And I'd rather be dead than live without you, Teresa. You might be wondering why I'm in the hospital, right?"

Lisbon nodded, slowly.

"I was desperate. I wanted to see you again, but I couldn't because everybody declared you dead. I... sort of lost it, and tried to kill myself. And when I recovered from my injuries of my suicide attempt, I only got more desperate. I blamed myself for your death. I... lost it again, and got almost violent. They drugged me so much that I couldn't even blink properly. They doubted my sanity. Then, when my situation was a bit stable, they let me go. Van Pelt took care of me. But I got into a depression. I was only thinking about you. And death. I wanted to be death, so I could be with you. I tried to kill myself too, but our lovely team saved me from my terrible faith."

Tears were burning in Lisbon's beautiful eyes.

"Why do you care so much about me?" she whispered. Jane brushed her cheek again.

"Because I love you. I'm in love with you, Teresa. I shouldn't have fallen for you, but I did, and I thought I'd found out too late. I love you so much, Teresa," he whispered, and the threatening tears fell from her eyes. He wiped them away immediately. He stood and bowed over her, gathering her in his arms.

She cried in the crook of his neck, and he rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"I love you too," whispered Lisbon in his ear.

Jane laid down next to her, pulling her even closer. After a while, both calmed down a bit, and reveled in the other's embrace.

"I love you, Patrick. But if this happens a next time: don't try to kill yourself. I'm sure the team told you, but I wouldn't want you to kill yourself. I would want you to catch Red John for me. You may cry about my death, but never do such stupid things again. Even if you decide never to love anybody anymore, I don't want you to be lonely for the rest of your life. And don't try to kill yourself."

"I won't-"

"Promise me, Patrick," ordered Lisbon. Jane rolled his eyes. He pulled away slightly.

"What is it with women wanting men to promise things? Van Pelt told me to promise too."

"Because if we don't let men promise things, this happens," she said, and grabbed his arm, showing him his wrist, where scars were already forming from his first suicide attempt. He smiled faintly.

"Okay, you might have a point there-"

"Promise me, Patrick."

Jane looked into her emerald eyes, and saw the desperation in them. She didn't want to lose him, not even when she was dead. He wasn't allowed to kill himself, he could have a whole life in front of him and even if it just wasn't the same without Lisbon, he knew she was right. She loved him, and would do everything to make him happy. But that didn't include him being dead too.

He brushed her lips slightly with his thumb, learning its texture - which was inexplicably soft - before he linked their lips. She immediately melted in his arms, and were they not laying in a bed her legs would've definitely given up.

She probed her tongue against his lips, begging for entrance, and he gave mercy. Their tongues immediately started a slow and gentle dance, while their owners were frantically trying to get closer. Lisbon's hands went to his hair, pulling on his curls while his hands went around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

When he pulled away, slightly breathless, he immediately brushed her cheeks.

"I promise, Teresa. If you'll die, I'll catch Red John in your name, even if that bastard didn't kill you. From now on, I will protect you. I will always be with you, if you want it or not. I failed to protect you once, I won't let that happen again."

He kissed her forehead, and he felt her smile.

"I love you, Teresa. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. You hear me? I love you," he whispered against her forehead, and she rolled her eyes.

"You're so weird," she sighed, and buried her face in the crook of his neck. They both sighed contently. This was where they were supposed to be: in each other's arms.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Sleep, Teresa," Jane whispered as he slowly, but reluctantly walked away from her bed. That seemed to be the only way Lisbon could surrender to sleep. Yet if she fell asleep, Jane was with her in seconds to prevent her from panicking.

She suffered from nightmares on a daily basis. Every time she fell asleep, she would wake up crying, sweating, heavily panting.

Lisbon looked at Jane, helplessly.

"I'll be around, Teresa. Don't worry. I'll always be around."

Lisbon swallowed, then closed her eyes. It took a while before Jane saw the telltale signs of sleep printed on the Senior Agent.

He sighed, and sat down in the chair next to her bed, grabbing her hand. He prepared himself to hold her in his arms again, calming her down from the stupid nightmare that she kept having.

A baby was crying. It annoyed the crap out of her. Yet where other people would have said something about it, Lisbon just took in a deep breath and then swallowed her anger away. Yes, working with the everlasting pain-in-the-ass Patrick Jane had some good sides, she knew exactly how to deal with her anger. Or maybe she still knew that from six months of anger management she got when she helped Jane.

The man next to her was asleep, his head on Lisbon's shoulder and he was snoring loudly.

Count to ten, Teresa Lisbon. Count to ten.

"Excuse me, Ma'am," a woman next to her said, and Lisbon sighed and turned her head.

"Could you please switch with my daughter? She really wants to sit next to the window."

Lisbon looked at the little girl – she was only five, she estimated – and sighed.

"Okay," Lisbon gave in, and switched places with the girl. She now sat between a mother and her child, which was more than awkward.

And this was exactly the reason why she didn't like flying.

After a while, the mother found too that it was not practical to have Lisbon between her and her daughter. Lisbon could witness how the mother tried to figure out how to deal with this situation.

"Can I switch with you, please?" the woman asked. Lisbon suppressed a groan, and nodded.

Then, the plane walls were suddenly pulled away. Lisbon let out an instinctive scream, and then she saw the two seats next to her, where the mother and her child had just been sitting, were empty.

She let out a scream again.

"Teresa!"

Lisbon's eyes shot open. Jane's arms were around her already, and she just couldn't fight the tears, it took so many energy and she was tired of doing so.

"They died, Jane. They died. I should have died. I...," Lisbon whispered in Jane's neck. His hands rubbed soothing circles on her back, and he held her while her expected sobs took over her body.

"Shh, it's okay, Teresa. It's okay," Jane whispered.

He knew about the dream. The fact that it bothered her so much made her so human, more human than you might expect Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon to be.

Then suddenly, Lisbon's sobs stopped, and he felt her body almost tense.
"What? What's wrong?" Jane asked. Lisbon pulled away, and stared at him. She then slowly raised her hand, and Jane blushed. He freaking blushed. Patrick Jane blushing!

"I... I... I wanted to-"

Jane was cut off by Lisbon pulling his face towards hers, linking their lips. He immediately complied.

She stopped quickly though.

"Is this...," Lisbon started, but couldn't find the words. Jane nodded.
"I love you, Teresa. I love you, and I don't want to lose you ever again. I want to be with you, cherish you, give you so much love that you're annoyed by it. I can't live without you, I really can't. These days without you just proved that. I want you to be my wife. Will you... will you be my wife, please?"

Tears were still on Lisbon's cheeks, but a wide smile appeared on her face.

"God, we're stupid people, aren't we?" Lisbon asked, and Jane chuckled. Lisbon sighed, and brushed a hair out of Jane's face.
"Yes, I want to marry you. Wait," Lisbon said when Jane moved in to kiss her. "Not yet. Not when I'm being kept in the hospital. I want it to be perfect, I want all the pain the past few days have caused you to disappear. I want you to be happy. Maybe you'll find you don't want to marry me, who knows? But I do want to marry you. But I want to wait. A long time. Until we're both ready."

Jane placed a kiss on Lisbon's forehead.

"Would you please keep the ring on your finger?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to run away with it, Jane-"

"That's not it. I want people to see that you're somebody else's. They can't claim you anymore. You're mine."

Lisbon again rolled her eyes.
"I'm not yours, Jane. You don't own me."

"Yes I do."

"Whatever."

-YulianaHenderson-

"Experts still don't know how Teresa Lisbon could've survived the crash. They speak of a miracle she'd survived-"

"Could someone turn off that damned thing?" asked Lisbon. The team smiled, before Rigsby went to turn off the TV.

Jane's hand moved to get away from Lisbon's – though he did not want to, and Lisbon didn't want it either. Jane smiled.

"I don't want to let go either, Teresa, but I need to fulfill my duties as a human-"

"I don't care, you're staying here."

"Lisbon, I-"

"I do not care."

Jane groaned.

"Let me go, woman, I need to go to the bathroom."

Lisbon chuckled, and let go.

"Well fine, but come back immediately when you're ready."

Jane nodded, kissed her briefly before he left the room.

"A word for uncanny and irritating?" asked Cho. He was making these crossword things, and he would never do these things, but he didn't have any books anymore. Lisbon opened her mouth to answer it, when Van Pelt raised her hand.

"Not Jane."

Lisbon almost pouted, but almost.

"I'm still happy you're not dead, Boss. That week without you was excruciating."

Lisbon smiled faintly, and then looked at the empty spot where Jane had just sat. He would be there the entire day, holding her hand, kissing her senseless, laying next to her and holding her in his arms – when the team wasn't around, of course. Despite this all, she still was the cool and calm Senior Agent that dreaded romantic relationships in a unit.

She and Jane couldn't be away from each other more than five minutes. The hospital had somewhat broke the regulations concerning visiting hours, since Jane was still a patient at the hospital. The fact that he always was with Lisbon wasn't even their biggest problem anymore. He still let them treat him; anything not to die of these damned drugs he'd taken.

The biggest problem was that he kept her from her sleep, medications, checks. And he irritated the nurses with his charms.

She brushed the spot. Whenever he was away from her, her heart just literally hurt.

"I do wonder though why you didn't grief properly. I mean, you wanted to but you didn't because you cared more about Jane than yourselves," said Lisbon. The team looked up at her, and smiled sheepishly.

They looked at each other, and then at Lisbon again.

"Because you and Jane were never apart from each other anyway. The times where you took one of us with you and made one of us take Jane with us were rare."

"We thought that if we would take care of Jane we would take care of you."

"Because you two are inseparable."

Lisbon didn't blush, but just sighed, and smiled. She knew the guys were right. And she knew that everybody knew about her and Jane's feelings long before they knew themselves.

Jane walked back into the room.

"Did I miss anything?" asked Jane. Lisbon smiled at him.

"Me?"

"Yes, of course, always. But I meant miss anything of the interesting conversations you seem to be having whenever I'm not around."

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "You're not a bit nosey, aren't you?"

"What? Me, nosey? How could you think of something that ridiculous, Lisbon. I'm appalled. Really."

"Whatever. Come here," she said, and reached out her hand. Jane smiled, took it and stole a long kiss from her – long as in longer than the usual kisses whenever the team was around. He sat down on his usual spot at the edge of her bed.

"It still looks weird when you two kiss. Not that it doesn't look natural or sweet or anything, but it looks weird. Because you've been best friends for so many years, and didn't ever want to commit to something-"

"We get it, Grace," said Jane and Lisbon in unison.

Van Pelt smiled, and then looked at the two men who didn't want to participate in the scene.

"Shall we go?" she asked. The men looked up at her, and frowned.

"Why?"

Van Pelt silently groaned, and looked at Jane and Lisbon helplessly. They suppressed chuckles, because they knew what she meant.

She stood, and walked out of the room.

"What? I don't get it-" started Rigsby, but Cho cut him off by gently poking his side. After a few seconds, Rigsby got it, and smiled sheepishly.

"Bye guys," he said, and he and Cho left too.

Jane turned to Lisbon again, and smiled.

He brought her hand up to his lips, and placed a small kiss on it. He loved these moments with Lisbon, where neither of them had to say anything, but they still knew what the other was thinking or meant with actions.

"When do I get to see what damage I caused?" asked Jane, and Lisbon frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, dear Lisbon, I'm pretty sure you didn't come out of that plane without any scratches. I would very much want to see what damage I caused you so I can pay you back with an equal amount of kisses, touches and hugs."

Lisbon swallowed, and sighed. "It's nothing, it isn't that bad-"

"Now come, Teresa. I'm not stupid, my love."

She sighed again, and then slowly pushed the comforter away with her arms, giving her space to lift her sexy hospital dress to just beneath her breasts. He saw she was uncomfortable with this, but she didn't disagree because if she did, she wouldn't do this in the first place.

He cursed himself internally as he saw the damage: one of her upper legs was completely bandaged, he saw at around seven stitches on her stomach. Aside from that, there were little scratches but they were everywhere, and there were a few spots where her skin had burned slightly.

He swallowed, and brushed her skin with the palm of his hand, taking in all scratches and beginning scars. She shuddered, but didn't stop him. She knew he needed to do this.

She knew he blamed himself, and despite how much she told him he was wrong in that, he wouldn't listen. The fact that she'd almost died was his fault, and he needed to pay for it. Or that was what he thought. Because honestly, it didn't matter to her. As long as he would stay with her, the plane crash was history. It didn't happen – well, of course it did, but she wanted to forget. She had been through a lot and just wanted to forget.

But of course she knew he wouldn't forgive himself so easily.

He had reached her cheek, and pulled the sheets up with his free hand. He laid down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

He kept tracing her body though, and she shuddered at the heat that radiated still through the sheets.

"I'm sorry, Teresa, for everything I've caused you. And yes, it does matter. To me."

"Patrick-"

"Teresa. Stop. Please. I love you, and I've hurt you. Let me be angry at myself."

Lisbon sighed, and kissed him. When she pulled back, he saw she was again fighting tears.

"All I'm trying to say is that I want to forget. It's okay that you're angry at yourself, but don't make me remember it again and again. It has been a hell for me, Jane. Like your life had been up until the crash because of Red John, only for me in a matter of seconds. I hate it, Jane. I hate it so much."

She had started crying again, and Jane looked helplessly as Lisbon cried sinful tears.

"I almost died, yet you only care about the fact that it was all your fault. I can't care less, Jane. Trust me. I'm happy I got out of it in relatively one piece, while the rest of the passengers suffocated by debris, burned, got crushed by parts of the plane, or simply died because help came too late. I want to be happy again, Jane. While I was in a coma, these images kept flashing in front of my eyes, and I couldn't shut them off despite how much I tried. I beg you, and I don't beg a lot, to let me be happy. Make me happy. Let this rest, pretty please."

Jane sighed, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, before wiping away her tears.

"Okay, this will be the last time I'll say this: I'm sorry. Okay. That's it."

Lisbon buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you, Patrick," she whispered, and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close as possible before falling asleep.

Her words hurt. He had never realized what she must have been through. He only cared about himself. He was selfish.

He turned them so that Lisbon was laying on her back, and his head was placed on her chest. He listened to the calm beating of her heart, and it calmed him down too.

He knew a million things to try and make her forget, most of them included a bed, but he didn't want to force things. That bed would come when they were ready, and Lisbon definitely wasn't now.

But there were scenarios that didn't include a bed.

Yes, he would make her forget, just as she wanted.

But first; sleep.

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