Author note: Written for the Paint It Red 'Quick Tag' challenge, to the prompt: When.
'When will my day come?' Lisbon wondered as she sat down with another one of Jane's letters.
She liked to pretend that love wasn't a priority; that finding someone to spend her life with wasn't important to her.
But it was.
She just didn't make a song and dance about the fact.
When Jane left she wondered if she'd ever get the chance to form such a connection with anybody else. She dated a handful of guys, though no one ever came close to Jane. He annoyed the hell out of her, but he was Jane and she loved that.
