Bloodless Bonds Chapter Two
Title:Bloodless Bonds Chapter Two
Words: Total fic, about 10,000
Spoilers: All four seasons.
Summary: After Red John is killed, Lisbon must convince Jane that quitting the CBI is not what he should do next. Includes flashbacks to the final confrontation with Red John.
“Agent Lisbon.”
She raised her head slightly, opening her eyes as the tall, thin man entered the room, smiling. “Agent Kormiloff.”
“Agent Lisbon,” he said, smiling politely. “How are you feeling?”
“About as well as can be expected, considering I have a concussion and second degree burns on my hands,” she said, raising her bandaged appendages and cracking a smile. “What day is it?”
“Thursday,” Kormiloff told her. “Mid-morning.”
So it was a full day, almost, after Jane had come to visit her. Most, if not all, of her team should be out of the hospital by now. “How is everyone else?”
“They released Agents Cho and Van Pelt last night. Agent Rigsby’s under observation for another twenty four hours. You’re definitely the most beat up of the bunch.” He gave her another smile. “But you’re doing well, I hear. Much better than anyone had expected.” He nodded. “And you’re a hero.”
“Oh please,” Lisbon said, the kind of clichéd response that Jane would mock her for if he was here.
“You used your body as a barrier to prevent Red John from getting through the door to escape. You beat down a burning all to save yourself and Mister Jane from a death by smoke inhalation,” Kormiloff said. “And that was after you and Patrick Jane chased him across the desert. Sounds like a hero to me.”
“If any of them had been there they would have done the same thing,” Lisbon insisted. “I’m not a hero. I’m just not a coward. I just do my job.”
“Which is a lot more than a lot of people in this country do,” Kormiloff said dryly. “Listen, there’s a reason why I came to talk to you.”
“Oh God,” Lisbon said. “Please tell me we actually killed him this time.”
“No worries about that,” he said, chuckling. “Jane’s little friend Rosalind ID’d him.”
“It’ll take more than that to convince Jane,” Lisbon said, smiling.
“Oh,” Kormiloff said, raising his eyebrows, “Jane is convinced all right.”
“Oh really?” Lisbon asked, skeptical. “And how do you know that?”
“Well, for one thing,” Kormiloff said, “he’s quit the CBI.”
* * *
“Good morning, Agent Rigsby,” Van Pelt said, extra formally for effect, waltzing into his hospital room with a balloon. Cho followed behind, deadpanning his own hello as the object of their attention looked at them in confusion.
“What’s going on?” he said, grinning because that’s what he did, not because he had the faintest idea.
“You’re being let out of here today,” Van Pelt said, semi flirtatiously, handing him the balloon.
“She wanted a party,” Cho said. “I told her you wouldn’t be into it.”
“I wouldn’t be into it,” Rigsby asked, “or you wouldn’t be into it?”
“Mostly me,” Cho said. “But she still wanted you to have the balloon. And I have to pick my battles with you people. Not to mention, this room could look a little more cheerful. And that’s coming from me.”
“Well, thank you Grace,” he said taking it and letting the helium filled rubber bump against the ceiling as it came to a halt. “But you two were released too, and you didn’t get balloons.”
“Actually, we did,” Van Pelt said. “Jane sent them. I left some at my house and some at Cho’s. Figured we’d give the room a temporary redecoration to make it appear happier.”
“When were you at Cho’s house?” Rigsby asked.
“Picked me up this morning,” Cho said. “Car’s not working. Not sure what’s wrong with it.”
“Ah,” Rigsby said. “So I only get one?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Van Pelt said. “I left some in my car. We’re taking you home.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m more than ready to get out of here. Have you seen Lisbon?”
“Yeah,” Cho said. “She’s okay.”
“What about Jane?”
“He’s fine,” Van Pelt said, nodding. “But Lisbon told us that he quit his job.”
Rigsby’s eyes widened. “He did?”
“Yes,” Cho said. “Didn’t even give a two week notice. Just quit.”
“What’s he going to do?” Rigsby asked, “just sit at home?”
Van Pelt shrugged. “I don’t know. Lisbon wants us all to come to your room once your papers are signed.”
Chapter Three
Words: Total fic, about 10,000
Spoilers: All four seasons.
Summary: After Red John is killed, Lisbon must convince Jane that quitting the CBI is not what he should do next. Includes flashbacks to the final confrontation with Red John.
“Agent Lisbon.”
She raised her head slightly, opening her eyes as the tall, thin man entered the room, smiling. “Agent Kormiloff.”
“Agent Lisbon,” he said, smiling politely. “How are you feeling?”
“About as well as can be expected, considering I have a concussion and second degree burns on my hands,” she said, raising her bandaged appendages and cracking a smile. “What day is it?”
“Thursday,” Kormiloff told her. “Mid-morning.”
So it was a full day, almost, after Jane had come to visit her. Most, if not all, of her team should be out of the hospital by now. “How is everyone else?”
“They released Agents Cho and Van Pelt last night. Agent Rigsby’s under observation for another twenty four hours. You’re definitely the most beat up of the bunch.” He gave her another smile. “But you’re doing well, I hear. Much better than anyone had expected.” He nodded. “And you’re a hero.”
“Oh please,” Lisbon said, the kind of clichéd response that Jane would mock her for if he was here.
“You used your body as a barrier to prevent Red John from getting through the door to escape. You beat down a burning all to save yourself and Mister Jane from a death by smoke inhalation,” Kormiloff said. “And that was after you and Patrick Jane chased him across the desert. Sounds like a hero to me.”
“If any of them had been there they would have done the same thing,” Lisbon insisted. “I’m not a hero. I’m just not a coward. I just do my job.”
“Which is a lot more than a lot of people in this country do,” Kormiloff said dryly. “Listen, there’s a reason why I came to talk to you.”
“Oh God,” Lisbon said. “Please tell me we actually killed him this time.”
“No worries about that,” he said, chuckling. “Jane’s little friend Rosalind ID’d him.”
“It’ll take more than that to convince Jane,” Lisbon said, smiling.
“Oh,” Kormiloff said, raising his eyebrows, “Jane is convinced all right.”
“Oh really?” Lisbon asked, skeptical. “And how do you know that?”
“Well, for one thing,” Kormiloff said, “he’s quit the CBI.”
* * *
“Good morning, Agent Rigsby,” Van Pelt said, extra formally for effect, waltzing into his hospital room with a balloon. Cho followed behind, deadpanning his own hello as the object of their attention looked at them in confusion.
“What’s going on?” he said, grinning because that’s what he did, not because he had the faintest idea.
“You’re being let out of here today,” Van Pelt said, semi flirtatiously, handing him the balloon.
“She wanted a party,” Cho said. “I told her you wouldn’t be into it.”
“I wouldn’t be into it,” Rigsby asked, “or you wouldn’t be into it?”
“Mostly me,” Cho said. “But she still wanted you to have the balloon. And I have to pick my battles with you people. Not to mention, this room could look a little more cheerful. And that’s coming from me.”
“Well, thank you Grace,” he said taking it and letting the helium filled rubber bump against the ceiling as it came to a halt. “But you two were released too, and you didn’t get balloons.”
“Actually, we did,” Van Pelt said. “Jane sent them. I left some at my house and some at Cho’s. Figured we’d give the room a temporary redecoration to make it appear happier.”
“When were you at Cho’s house?” Rigsby asked.
“Picked me up this morning,” Cho said. “Car’s not working. Not sure what’s wrong with it.”
“Ah,” Rigsby said. “So I only get one?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Van Pelt said. “I left some in my car. We’re taking you home.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m more than ready to get out of here. Have you seen Lisbon?”
“Yeah,” Cho said. “She’s okay.”
“What about Jane?”
“He’s fine,” Van Pelt said, nodding. “But Lisbon told us that he quit his job.”
Rigsby’s eyes widened. “He did?”
“Yes,” Cho said. “Didn’t even give a two week notice. Just quit.”
“What’s he going to do?” Rigsby asked, “just sit at home?”
Van Pelt shrugged. “I don’t know. Lisbon wants us all to come to your room once your papers are signed.”
Chapter Three