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Part of the 'Acceptance' Series

Truth Pt. 1

Teresa Lisbon found herself leaning against the wall of her bathroom. At this current moment, she was weighing her options. To go into work or to not go into work. If she were to go in, Van Pelt would immediately suggest she should go home, Rigsby would continue work as usual but occasionally taking glances at her to make sure she wouldn't pass out, and Cho would ask her if she was all right. She would answer a quick 'Yes'. Then Jane would analyze her before telling her she should go home, he would annoy her before she finally caves in.

But they were also in the middle of a case that was about to be closed. Cho was supposed to interrogate the latest witness that came up late last night before they could lock up the supposed murder for life.

Yup, she was going to work.

She pushed herself away from the wall, taking a quick glance of her reflection. Pale, she was almost as pale as a sheet of paper, her stomach churned once more before she grabbed it and she fell to her knees in front of the toilet, losing the sole piece of bread she ate earlier that morning.

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Patrick lay back down on the sofa, his eyes not once leaving Lisbon. She didn't look well, hasn't for a while. He observed how she would move around slowly, occasionally rubbing her temples. A headache. The lights were off in her office, her laptop was off .

He watched as she sat down behind her desk. She slowly lowered her head down towards the desk. She was nodding off. That wasn't like Lisbon, if that was happening, she'd be drinking coffee.

Interesting.

He pushed himself off his couch and walked out of the bullpen. He went down the corridor, past the interrogation rooms, and towards the coffee machine. He picked up a cup and poured the coffee in it, the smell filling his nostrils, then he added some creamer then the sugar, stirring it slowly. He watched as the last bits of the sugar and creamer blended into the coffee, making it a lighter texture. He smiled before picking up the hot liquid and heading for Lisbon's office.

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Lisbon was in an uncomfortable position, bent over, her head resting on her desk. It made both her neck and back hurt like hell. She silently prayed to God that her stomach would stop churning, would stop bothering her. She tried eating chicken soup…did it work? Nope. She tried drinking tea, nada.

Maybe she should adjust her lifestyle. Stop working long hours, get to sleep earlier, stop eating case-closed pizza and try to introduce case-closed salads to Rigsby.

"Lisbon?" a familiar voice filled her ears, slowly she moved her head up, squinting as she now realized that there was a tiny bit of light filling the office.

Then she smelled something that horrified her. Something that has made her want to vomit for the past week. Coffee.

She clutched the end of the desk until her knuckles turned white, "Jane," she grit her teeth, feeling the bile rise in the back of her throat, "Get that out of here," her voice was low, venomous.

Her stomach was almost at war, she groaned and let go of the desk, scrambling for the wastebasket. She grabbed it and pulled it closer to her, she vomited. Right in front of her consultant.

She felt him pull her hair back, pulling it off her neck. She clutched onto the wastebasket for a moment longer as if it were her lifeline, she didn't want to let go and for her to vomit once more on the floor.

She then felt Jane rub her back. Small circles that sent her body screaming for more. His touch leaving fiery sensations as it went.

The nausea continued, she then felt Jane get up, the sound of him picking up the coffee cup was heard, then she heard him leave the room before he abruptly came back in. He figured the coffee was the source of her sudden onset of severe nausea.

She felt him cup her chin, turning it towards his face, "You all right?" his voice was full of concern. She hesitates for a few seconds before she nodded slowly.

"I'll be fine," she clutched her stomach in pain, "I'm fine," she repeated.

Jane nodded, "You need to go home, Teresa," the sound of her first name escaping her lips was once again, enough to make any girl go practically insane. The way he said it was as if he were meant to say it every day for the rest of his life. Their lives.

She wanted to protest, tell him no, but the continuity of her churning stomach was telling her, she needed to listen to him without a fight for once in her life. Oh how she wanted to tell him no, that she was fine.

She nodded softly, he continued to run his hands down her back, and her breath hitched a little as his fingertips became almost inexistent on her back.

She didn't notice the slight smile that now graced his lips.

There will be about one more chapter to this then I will determine whether or not there will be a fourth in the series. This also came out a couple of days earlier than planned making all mistakes mine. The multilingual person.

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