You cling to Patrick’s hand, holding it close to your chest as the EMTs try and bring him back. Terror stings at the corners of your eyes as the worst case scenario plays out in front of you. Patrick was dying. Some bastard had drowned him and now you might lose him.

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You wait in the hospital room where Jane was resting, relieved he was okay but worried for how he might be when he wakes. Minutes pass into hours and soon enough, Jane finally starts to stir. His eyes slowly flutter open and you’re instantly met with his sea-green hues.

He shifts his head a little, turning to face you with a charming smile that made the tension in your chest lighten. You move to sit on the side of his bed, your hip just a few inches from his.

“How you feeling?” You ask gently, searching his features with an affectionate concern. His grin broadens slightly, his eyes sparkling with something akin to intrigue.

“Excellent, I think.” He replies with the same easy going tone you’re used to, which only reassures you further that he really is okay.

“It's good to see you breathing.” You smile, eager to put the image of him lying cold out of your mind.

“It's good to see you, period.” He retorts, searching your gaze with something you can’t quite place.

“We're doing everything we can to find your attacker.” You reassure him, wanting to give him some reassurance in your own way. “You didn't happen to see a face, did you?” You ask, tilting your head curiously.

“No. Not that I can remember.” He shrugs a little, seemingly unbothered by his lack of knowledge.

“What's the last thing you do remember?” You prompt, your tone carrying a worried lilt as you lean in carefully. He seems to notice this and he lights up, his grin shifting into something devilish. “Are we sleeping together?" He asks bluntly, his words almost playful.

Stunned by his words, you quickly realize that he has lost his memory. What you don’t know is that he still remembers he is a con man. He remembers his life before the tragedy that took his daughter and wife away from him.

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“Jane, another team is handling the ATM lobby hit.” Lisbon corrects, only since Patrick started listing off details to another case nearby.

“We got the dead fireman.” She motions behind her, toward the wall of photos and possible suspects.

Jane’s eye-line flicked towards you and suddenly he’s not so interested in the case anymore. He saunters over in a few easy strides while pocketing one hand, the other resting on the space beside you on the table.

“Got it.” He finally answers Lisbon, however his gaze doesn’t stray. He focuses on you, the corner of his mouth curving upwards ever so slightly.

“So, {{user}} was it?” He asks with a curious lilt, his eyes alight with a mischievous curiosity. He leans in just a touch, the aroma of old books and his favorite tea.

“You visited me in the hospital.” He states casually, letting his gaze roam over your features. He may not remember you, but he had no problem getting to know you all over again.