It was already late in the evening after their case had been closed. Only this brown box was still standing in Lisbon's office. After the team members had said their good nights, Lisbon decided to bring the box back to the victim's family. That way she didn't have to do it the next day. When she walked towards the elevator, she saw Jane making tea in the kitchen.
" You heading home? " He asked.
" Yea, I'm just bringing this box to the Carters. Then I'll go home. " She answered.
" See you tomorrow then? "
" Yea, good night. " With a smile she left and hurried to her car.
There wasn't much traffic outside, so she reached the house in less than twenty minutes.
She knocked on the door, but nobody opened. Suddenly it swung open, when she knocked once more. Pulling out her gun, she stepped inside. " Hello? Is somebody here? "
When she entered the living room, she first heard the shots; then she saw Mrs. Carter sinking to the ground, blood flooding out of her forehead. In front of her stood Mr. Carter with a gun in his hands.
Even before she could say anything, a bullet scratched her arm and immediately her gun fell to the ground. She hid behind the wall and pressed her hand against the bleeding wound. It really burned like hell. After a second of taking a deep breath, she ran out of the door and heard further shots. As fast as she could, she started the engine of her car and when she pulled out of the parking lot, she saw that Mr. Carter was following her.
She hurried to the CBI, taking a few wrong roads and tried to be as fast as possible.
This guy definitely wanted to kill her. And as it had seemed to her, it wasn't the first time he had killed someone. He was a professional killer.
When she reached the building, she didn't even take the time to park her car. She immediately ran into the building and locked the door behind her. Careful no to be seen from the street, she looked out of a window; nothing. Obviously he was smart enough not to come closer than necessary. But when she would leave the building, he definitely would shoot her.
Instead of the elevator, she took the stairs up to their floor. When she reached the door, everything was dark. There was just one little light coming from the stairs to the attic; obviously Jane was still there.
She squeezed her eyes shut; the pain was slowly getting too much.
But she walked upstairs though. She needed Jane to help her really urgently.
Without knocking, she opened the door and saw him sitting in front of the big window, starring into the night.
Immediately he turned around and looked at her surprised. " Lisbon?! I thought you wanted to go home! "
" Hey Jane… " She pressed out and walked towards him.
" Oh God, what happened to your arm?! " He jumped up and closed the distance between them. Carefully he lifted her arm and looked at the injury.
" C'mon. First we have to clean the wound and wrap a bandage around your arm. Then you tell me what happened. "
So they went down again and Jane placed her on his couch. He went to get some stuff and sat down next to her.
" It will hurt a bit… But I know you're strong! " He said and gently slide her jacket down her arms. It didn't look that bad, to Lisbon's luck it was really just a scratch.
When he wrapped the bandage around it, she jerked.
" Sorry, I really don't want to hurt you… " He whispered almost painfully. As if her physical pain would cause him psychical pain, but Lisbon chased that thought out of her mind. He didn't care that much about her.
" So, now tell me what happened. " Said Jane and took her small hand in his, but she pulled it back.
" What are you doing? " She asked surprised.
" Holding your hand! " He smiled. " What's so bad about it? "
" You never do that… " She looked away.
" Well, I guess that it's time then! " Once more he placed her hand in his lap and played with her fingers. " So bad? "
She lightly shook her head and looked up at him again with big green eyes. " I'm in trouble, Jane. "
