Agent Lisbon stormed through the empty CBI office. "I've had enough of your excuses Jane!" She ran her hands across her face in frustration. "I'm so sick of having to take the brunt of all of your crap! I'm done. I'm done!" She walked into her office and slammed the door. Patrick Jane watched as her blinds were pulled closed.
Patrick sighed and sat slowly down on his couch. It wasn't really his couch, but he had pretty much claimed it as his own, and everyone else respected that. He really hadn't intended for things to go down that way, and he was completely willing to take the heat from the brass above Lisbon's head. He never wanted her to get hurt from his actions.
He rose and walked across the room and gently tapped against her office door. "Lisbon…?" His response was total silence. "Lis…Theresa…I'm really sorry. I'm really really sorry." He waited for a response but still heard nothing. He slowly sat with his back against her door.
"I really thought it was the best friend. I mean, all the signs were there! I had no idea anything would go down like that. We still got the wife, though and no one else got hurt, right?" He ran his hands through his hair. "I should have listened to you." He leaned his head back against the door. "I'm going to stop…I'll stop making excuses…I'm just really sorry."
In her office, Theresa Lisbon sat at her desk, staring blankly at her desk. She head when Jane came up to her door. She was just too angry and too tired and too tired of being angry to deal with him. She knew she had lost it a bit with him, and she knew she had said things she didn't really mean. He was just to frustrating. He made her mind swim. Lisbon put her head down on her desk.
She listened to his apologies, and knew he hadn't meant any harm. She knew that since she gave him more and more leeway with each investigation, she couldn't really be that mad. She felt terrible. She stood up and walked over to the door and listened to his last apology. She stood at the door in silence, unsure of whether she should open the door. She couldn't seem to make her hand rise to the doorknob.
She sank down with her back to the door, exactly opposite her friend and partner. "I'm sorry I yelled." She whispered, so softly he could barely hear it. His sad face brightened a little at the sound of her voice. "Are you really done? With all my excuses?" He winced at how pathetic his own voice sounded; like a puppy crying for attention.
She smiled lightly. She knew now that everything was going to be alright. He wouldn't hold a grudge against her for what she had said. He knew that she didn't mean all that she said. Her hand fell to the floor against the door.
Patrick let his hand slide across the bottom of the door. Their fingers met under the door.
*FIN*