"you're blushing." Rigsby points out.
"You are blushing." Jane says in amusement.
I resist the urge to hide my face in my hands. Teresa Lisbon does not blush. Yet, here I am, blushing. Over what? Over the thought that Jane can read my mind.
Yes, I really do not want Jane in my head. Can you imagine how much information he would have on cases. Not that doesn't already know, but you never know. Some cases should only be known by the people involved in it. And if I have one of those cases, I wouldn't want Jane to know.
And, of course, there is my personal life and background that he can grab. I'm not an open person, the past is the past. Yet Jane obviously doesn't feel that way, considering how he holds on to his like it's his anchor on life. Like, avenging his past is the only reason that he is living. And my past, it isn't too pretty. I don't want people to know what has happened to me.
There are some opinions of people that I wouldn't want to get out, either. For example, I think Cho is a bit snobbish at times. Or that Van Pelt needs to stop being so go-with-the-flow. And I think Rigsby needs to brush up on his manners. And Jane... I could write a book on opinions about Jane.
Jane is inconsiderate, and cold. He is planning, and deviant. He is someone who is planning on killing someone in cold blood. He has no life outside of the office because he can not let Red John go. But, I have to admit that I like Jane. I like him a lot.
In fact,I like him so much that I worry. I worry every time I see that nice suit. I worry with every dark circle, with every wrinkle. I worry when his beautiful eyes are dull from pain and sorrow.
Then, there are times when I worry about myself. When his eyes are twinkling, and his favorite person to mess with is me. With every gift, with every kind word, I worry. With every brilliant smile from his handsome face, I worry. I worry, because I know that one day, I will fall for those blue eyes. And that day will be the day I resign.
I sigh, and shake my head. Yes, I do hope that Jane can not read minds. Or I will be in deep trouble. But then again, it is Jane. I bet he already knows.