A/n Just something that popped out of nowhere. Jisbon stuff of course. I can't write for Red Sleep until this one is out. This just won't leave me alone (seriously, in class, at home and even in my dreams!). So I just had to write it and I thought that it would be ok if I share it to all. Anyways, I hope you will like it.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I could only wish.

How Could I Tell?

Eight thoughts, in seven days.

Monday

"HEY LISBON!"

"WHAT JANE!" She growled at me.

Growl no. 10 – translation: "I seriously don't have time for this, JANE!" Huh, I have heard this sound so many times now that I have already built a list of her different growls and their meanings.

"Do you want Rigsby and Van Pelt to be together again?"

I have learned through the years that talking to Lisbon is like playing a chess game, you have to make it appear that you're after the enemy's rook when in fact you're already moving to corner the king. Of course I already know her answer and have a vague idea of what her reasons are, but this whole situation is taking a toll on her – she's not sleeping well and she's bearing the weigh of keeping our team together and also solving our current case. She needs to vent out her emotions or else, one of this days, she will just snap and of course, I will have to take the blow. If it comes to that, I really don't mind; I could be her punching bag if that will make her feel better! But seeing that there is still another way, here I am, pitting myself to the little minx.

"No Jane, I don't want them to be together again." She answered. I guess she's too tired to wonder and argue about my randomness.

She was already lounging in her desk chair and tapping her ballpoint pen in the table. Her eye bags are puffier and darker and her hands are shaking from the caffeine in her system – all four cups of them. She's so tired that she doesn't even complain about me going inside her office without knocking or at least making my presence known.

"Why?"

I sat down and leaned on her office couch. I projected a relaxed posture and gave a small smile so that she would lower her defenses and relax too. She looked at me with suspicious eyes. Lisbon already knows enough to doubt it when I sputter questions out of nowhere but she's too weary to put out a fight.

"If they get back together, I am pretty sure that Hightower will make me take steps to break them up."

She frowned and she looked even more tired. She loves the team so much and she cares for each and every one of us. This situation puts her in a very awkward position.

"If that happens, I would have no choice but to do it. And of all the things that I hate the most, it is when I become a cause for breaking people."

This is more than I bargained for. Had I not been Patrick Jane, surely I could have just stayed silent and looked dumbstruck, but thankfully my reflexes acted and my face broke into the usual I-already-know-that grin.

I have expected the first sentence, but the last one totally took me off guard.

Lisbon really has NO idea.

For no matter how much she hates it, Lisbon has already done that.

She had already broken me.

Her mere presence breaks me into pieces.

She broke my defenses, my façade and my heart.

For no matter how close we are, no matter how reachable she is, I could never be able to tell her –

How much I love her.

A/n. Yep, drabbles. What do you think? Too corny? Just okay? Or worth it?

Please let me know! Reviews please.

Btw, Tuesday and Wednesday stories are already finished but I can't decide if I should post it or not. You're comments will really help me with that decision, so please! Tell me what you think. And in case you're interested, here's a little heads up.

Preview:

"They said it's going to be much colder tonight. I can't afford to have a sick and annoying consultant. I could only imagine how painful and excruciating that is going to be for me." - Lisbon