„Jane, please, say something", she was trying to approach a tiny little bit. He didn't.

He was staring out of his window for hours after he had crushed the disk into thousands of pieces. It had shattered like all of his hope. The hope he got from putting pictures and informations together from his memory.

After a while of nothing Teresa stood up and was about to leave, she said "good night, get some rest" and closed the heavy door behind her. There she was, standing just a few meters away from Jane, she still refused to call him Patrick which was weird but she couldn't help herself. Her head was aching, her stomach was aching, she felt useless leaning against the cold metal door.

She felt useless and stupid. Useless because she couldn't do anything against Red John messing around with Jane's head and stupid because earlier in the car she saw him breathing heavily after she had started a conversation and brought them up. She thought he was about to say something lovely, that he adored her. She was being silly. Silly little girl with faith, she thought.

"Hello? Teresa, is that you?" Lisbon winced and suddenly her pulse almost went through the roof. Did she say the last words out loud? She almost didn't realize she was sitting on the cold floor for quite a while when she managed to answer.

"Ehh, yeah, sorry. I… I…" What was she about to say?

Hey, Jane, I'm sitting here, I can't leave because everytime I see the slightest piece of hope in your face, my hearts breaks. Again and again. She took a deep breath.

"I just thought I forgot something, but I didn't, good night." Yes, that was an amazing lie.

"That was an amazing lie, Lisbon." Great, she loved it when he was the echo of her thoughts.

"For how long have you been sitting here?" The voice asked, the door was still closed.

"Frankly, I don't know."

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head. Just for herself. "You don't have to, this time you haven't done anything stupid."

"Yes, I did."

She was about to get angry, of course he did. He was the greatest idiot she had ever met. She tried to calm down her trembling voice and was about to say something when...

"You know, I made a mistake a year ago."

Here we go, she thought. Now, it's getting funny.

"I was hyped up and freaking out about Red John, and that 'Love you' just spluttered out of my mouth."

What was he about to say? Teresa pulled herself together and still she was sitting there like a little child who's going to be informed about his parent's death.

"I didn't mean it like that. Of course, I don't love you."

The tears suddenly came streaming down her face like waterfalls. Here it was. Her parents were dead. Little girl, stand up and go on. Life is beautiful. She swallowed, he must have heard it. The sound was loud and empty. She took a breath and said:

"Yeah, I know. Did you really think I was in love…" She forced herself to laugh.

"Well, I wasn't sure. You got really emotional about Lorelei and I… I… thought I saw something in your eyes… then. We were working together for a long period of time, maybe. You know. Feelings can develop." His voice was insecure.

Thanks, for your advice, Mr. Psychic. I know about feelings, Lisbon grinned about her helplessness.

"Lisbon? Are you still there."

"Yes, I am. It's all fine. Don't worry, we are partners."

He had heard this before. Still he wasn't sure about it when she spoke again.

"I was angry then. Angry that you didn't behave like a partner, no such thing as love was involved." That was pretty convincing, Teresa, well done. The tears have stopped. Sometimes, she considered, the tears were a sign of medium sadness. You reach a point where you simply can't cry anymore, a point of deep despair and an absence of hope. She got to that certain point.

"I'm glad about your words. I don't want anything to spoil our platonic relationship." There was emphasis in his words, the way he pronounced platonic was weird but she accepted it. She managed to get on her two feet again, tried to stand still remove the dust that had settled on her jeans.

Then, suddenly, she heard him slide down, his back against the door. She heard him swallow. She did.

He was about to pull up the biggest lie, the greatest con in his entire life. He just told Lisbon, he didn't love her. And it worked. But did it work out for him? No.

Jane wanted to open that stupid metal door and sort things out. Instead he sat down, unable to stand there and talk to a closed thing anymore.