His Scarlet Stare
A/N: So, I have spent a lot of time at home, and I have another idea for a fanfic. However, because season six hasn't aired in South Africa yet, I will be using the original characters and format. (Sticking to what I know) So, please enjoy, and let me know what you think. Enjoy.
Chapter one
Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon was exhausted. She had been on the go all day, and she just wanted to go home and put her feet up. However, she doubted that she would be able to relax for long. Her boyfriend of four months, Steven Andrews, was coming over for dinner. She sat at her desk, filling in her final paperwork for the day. Her thoughts turned to Steven again. The first three months had been fun and exciting. She had met him at a function she had to attend for the Mayor. She was the head of the SCU, and so she was forced to represent her team. Steven had come across as charming and pleasant, with his dark hair and mysterious grey eyes. They started dating, and she had never felt happier. Until about a month ago.
Suddenly, arguments had erupted between them, mostly over small things. She had tried to reason with him, but it was useless. She glanced at the clock and sighed. She knew she would need to get home soon. Steven didn't like it when she was out too late. She frowned and picked up her cell phone. Four missed calls. She listened to her voice messages. They were all Steven, asking her where she was, and to call him. She dropped the phone into her purse and holstered her gun. She headed out to her car and got in.
She pulled up outside her apartment and saw Steven's car sitting outside. She got out and walked up to her front door. It was unlocked, and she walked in. Steven sat in her armchair, facing the door. "Where have you been, Teresa?" he asked, looking annoyed.
Lisbon put her purse down inside the door and headed through to her kitchen. "I had a busy case today. We went everywhere."
Steven came through the door behind her. "Who is 'we'?" he sounded suspicious.
Lisbon turned her kettle on and grabbed a mug from the cupboard. "Jane and Cho. Rigsby and Van Pelt stayed in the office chasing down leads." She turned to Steven. "You want coffee?"
Steven shook his head. "You're always out with Jane these days." His tone accused her of something, and Lisbon sensed a fight imminent.
She shrugged. "Jane and I are partners at work. I don't exactly have much of a choice."
Steven shook his head. "I don't trust him."
Lisbon finished making her coffee, and headed through to her sitting room. Steven followed her. "Teresa, you need to stop spending so much time with Jane. He's a bad influence."
Lisbon turned to Steven and scowled. "I don't need to do anything. I am an adult, and you should be able to trust me. Jane is just my partner at work, nothing more."
Steven clenched his fists. "You listen to me, Teresa. I don't trust him, and I want you to stay away from him."
Lisbon put her coffee down and raised her hands in defeat. "Steven, nothing I ever do is good enough for you. I can't wear my hair tied up because you don't like it. I can't cook certain things because you don't like them. I can't order any take out that I want because you don't like it. You phone me all hours of the day, checking up on me, yet get defensive when I ask what you're up to. You don't let me go out with my friends. You don't even want me to work with Jane because you don't like him." She slammed her foot down on the floor. "You can't control me, Steven. It's my life, not yours."
Steven's face turned a dark shade of purple. "Don't you talk to me like that. I am your boyfriend, and you are being completely unreasonable to my requests."
"No," replied Lisbon. "You are unreasonable. Your requests are absurd and ridiculous. Now, get the hell out of my house."
Steven took a menacing step towards her. "You wouldn't kick me out."
Lisbon put her hand on her holster. "Get. Out. Now."
Steven glanced down at the gun, and took a step closer. "You wouldn't dare."
Lisbon pulled the gun from her holster and pointed it at him. "Get the hell out of my house, before I call my team for backup."
Steven picked up the coffee mug and threw it at the wall. The mug smashed, and the coffee splattered all over the floor. "This isn't over, Teresa," he growled, storming from the room. "This isn't the last you've heard of me!"
Lisbon heard his car peel out into the street, and collapsed onto the sofa. She felt a sense of relief as the sound of Steven's car vanished off into the distance. She cleaned up the mess and remade her coffee. Her thoughts turned to a scene from earlier that day, where her consultant had pointed out the obvious to her…
Earlier that day…
Lisbon and Patrick Jane, her consultant, wandered around a crime scene. A young woman lay face down on the grass next to a river, a single gunshot to the back of her head. "execution-style," mutter Jane, bending over the body."
Lisbon turned to Cho. "Any ID?"
Cho shook his head. "She had no ID on her. We will run her prints through the database for anything, but we don't know who our Jane Doe is."
Lisbon nodded and turned back to Jane. "So," said Jane. "How is Steven?"
Lisbon shrugged. "He's okay. Just getting argumentative with me."
Jane bent over the body again. "He seems very controlling. You never tie your hair up anymore, and you haven't been out with the team in ages."
Lisbon shrugged. "He's just concerned."
Jane shook his head. "Lisbon, you can't let that man control you. I used to be a psychic; I know that kind of malicious control when I see it."
Lisbon turned to Jane in a huff. "I don't need you analysing my personal life, Jane. Just leave it alone, okay?"
Jane nodded, but didn't want to leave the matter alone too long. Fortunately for Lisbon, the day was too busy for Jane to raise the subject again. Even so, his words had stuck with her. She had mulled on them, and they seemed to make sense after a while. She ignored Steven's phone calls, hoping to see how far he was willing to go – and secretly hoping Jane would be wrong about Steven's intentions.
Present…
Lisbon pulled out her phone and dialled Jane's number. Jane had been up in his attic, reading a book, when she phoned. "Lisbon," he said, glancing at the time on his phone. "What makes you call so late?"
Lisbon glanced around her house. "I just kicked Steven out of my house. He was trying to tell me not to partner up with you, and I told him to leave."
Jane smiled to himself. "So, you decided to listen to me after all."
Lisbon nodded. "Yes. You were right, much as I hate to admit it."
Jane laughed. "Thank you for listening. Now, get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow."
"Thank you, Jane," said Lisbon with a smile.
"Anytime, Lisbon."
Lisbon cut the call, and sat back on her sofa. She wondered about Steven, and how he was taking the break-up. She knew he would call the next day, but she was done with him, or so she thought.
A/N2: So, this is the first chapter. Please tell me what you think of it. I do enjoy your feedback. Thanks.