"That's impossible." Lisbon had walked into the room as the girl had spoken. Jane, who for once, was at a loss for words, remained silent. This truly couldn't be happening.
"No I assure you, it is quite possible, and quite true."
"How old did you say you were?" Lisbon asked.
The girl started shifting uncomfortably. By this point Jane's shoulders had slumped forward slightly. He couldn't bear to look at the girl. If he did he was sure to find the truth, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it just yet. The rest of the team had stopped what they were doing to listen in on the conversation.
"And it took this long to tell him?" Lisbon continued. "What is it you really want? What are you really here for? Money? A get out of jail free card? You can't possibly be his daughter."
For the first time, Jane looked up at the girl properly. She had long blonde wavy hair and strong cheekbones that displayed confidence and arrogance throughout her beautiful face. Her icy blue eyes were swimming with tears. -Her eyes… his eyes.
"Lisbon." Jane said, speaking for the first time.
"Can't you see your upsetting her?"
"Jane… you can't possibly believe…"
"Tracy was very much a part of my life. She was.. before… my wife, and besides.." he said looking up at the girl again. "she has my eyes."
"Jane? Can I talk to you for a moment? Over there?"
"Excuse me." he said to Greer, as he got up and followed Lisbon across the room. Greer just stood there awkwardly, looking after the consultant.
"Jane. What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't just believe that she's your daughter because she has the same eyes as you. She has blonde hair. A lot of girls with blonde hair have blue eyes."
"Explain the cheekbones then… and the wave to her hair. She just looks like me… and she seems genuine."
"Jane… we work together, we're like family. I just don't want to see you get hurt if she turns around and leaves. It almost seems as if you're trying to replace your…"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?" Jane interrupted, completely taken by surprise. "You think that me being nice to a girl claiming to be my daughter, is me trying to replace my dead wife and child? Lisbon, I don't even know her! I haven't even said I believe her yet! I'm just trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. And there's Tracy… she was my best friend… it was a one off… sleeping with her… nobody knew."
"Jane." Lisbon said placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Patrick tensed slightly at the unnatural touch. "All I'm saying is be careful."
"Thanks Lisbon." He turned away from his boss and walked across the room back to his couch, where Greer had taken a seat. His head was spinning. How could he have a daughter? Well he knew how… but really? And why had Tracy hidden this from him for so many years? Didn't he have a right to know? Jane sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry about that."
Greer looked at him. "That's ok. Your friend is just looking out for you. She cares. I had no idea how you were going to react, but I found your reaction to be quite fair."
Jane couldn't stop staring at her. The more he looked at her, the more he saw himself hidden in there.
"Can I ask you a question Greer?" she smiled as he said her name, sending small shivers down his spine. Could this beautiful girl really be his?
"Sure, ask away. Because I have so many questions too, so it's only fair."
Jane chuckled slightly at her innocence. "Why is it I'm only just finding out about you now?"
"Good question. I only found out who my father was a couple of months ago. I'm not really one hundred percent sure why, but my mother didn't want me to know who you were. She said that I was better off not knowing… whatever that means, but I always felt like something was missing, you know?"
"Yeah. I know. I just don't understand though. Your mother was my best friend. It would have been nice to have known… it would have been nice to have something positive to focus on…" Jane looked away sadly. All of the pain and grief from the past few years, were slowly starting to build up in his chest. He had a daughter. A live daughter. Here she was, sitting right in front of him. Wanting to know him. He had nothing to offer her. He didn't live anywhere nice –well he camped out at CBI most nights, the only family he had were the team. She came here wanting to get to know him, and yet, he didn't even know himself.
"Um… Patrick?" Greer said, breaking his line of worried thought.
"My mother doesn't know I'm here. She promised I would be able to choose how I spent my time, and yet, she forbade me from coming to see you. She said that all you were was trouble."
"Ouch… Meh, I guess she has her reasons. But I guess you should call her. Here, use my cell." He said handing his phone to her.
"Thanks" she said giving him one of her nervous smiles, before walking out of the room.
Patrick leant forward and put his head in his hands. He felt sick, he felt betrayed. How could Tracy have kept this from him? He had a kid. She knew what he had been through. Hell, everyone did. He still wasn't even sure if the girl was telling the truth or not. Sure she looked like him. But what if Lisbon was right? What if she was just here to get something out of him? But why go to all that trouble? He sighed, his breath catching a little. There was a thought that kept itching the back of his mind. Could she be working for Red John?