A/N: My gift to you for the summer! No, just kidding. It's just that I'm gonna be away for two weeks come tonight so I won't post anything at all in that time span. See you later, alligators!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Title taken from the song with the same name.
'Flight of the bumblebee'
"Come play with me, Teresa."
She raised an eyebrow.
"In any other context, that would have sounded really weird."
"But it doesn't in this one. Come."
She rolled her eyes but she still sat down beside him on the small chair.
She instinctively started playing a long forgotten tune, one her mother had taught her. The soft sounds were still soothing to her ears.
Next to her, she felt him building up an excessive amount of glee.
"Hey," she said. "You wanted me to play with you, not to you."
He chuckled. "Alright."
He reached behind him to take out the piano book out of a bag. He looked through the book with exaggerated concentration.
"Just pick one, Jane."
He shot her a feigned annoyed look over the edge of the book, then shrugged and put it on the rest placed in front of them.
He hit a few notes. It didn't sound like a song and Lisbon was secretly preparing herself for victory.
But then Jane produced the first notes of a song she recognized but couldn't name, and they were perfect strokes. And this wasn't the song that was currently in the book.
A cheeky grin spread on his lips and she groaned. He turned towards her, hands in his lap. He shrugged.
"You keep a lot of secrets from me."
"I try not to. But…" He made his way to finish that sentence but decided not to. She put a finger on his forearm. It was enough to make him continue.
"Playing the piano reminds me…" He swallowed. "It reminds me of Charlotte."
He looked her in the eye, and she wrapped an arm around his waist.
She should have known.
"With a teacher like you, I'm sure she was really good."
He smiled, even though it was a faint whisper of a curl on his lips.
"She was. Angela was better, though. Than me, I mean."
She kissed his cheek. She loved it when he talked about Angela and Charlotte, simply because it meant he trusted her enough with this part of him.
"Let's do it together. I think I know the song but I don't know how to play it."
He gave her hand which was resting on his waist a brief squeeze, then smiled. He flipped a few of the pages until it ended up being the song he had just played.
She smiled at him. Oh, she loved him so.
A/N: Let me know!