Hey :) Ok so this is actually the first fanfiction I'm posting on here and I really hope you like it.
I'm open for criticism as long as you're not gonna be mean...
Ok so this is a tag to Il Tavolo Bianco and it's from Lisbon's POV and starts right where the episode left of
Lisbon let out a deep breath while watching Jane leave.
She felt something wet on her right cheek and a familiar burning sensation in her eyes.
Hastily she reached up to wipe the tear away. Damn that man and his ability to make her tear up as soon as he opened that gorgeous mouth letting out sweet words laced with sorrow and regret, coming so close to telling her what she wanted to hear, but not speaking the actual, from her desired, words.
She was not one of those girls who just started crying. Teresa Lisbon didn't do tears and yet here she was fighting the lump that was forming in her throat.
That aching feeling that had been settling in her gut over the last few days spread through her body, willing her to break down. Right here on her porch. How easy it would be to give up the pretence, let down her walls and just let herself feel all the pain that was stored up in her. Not to care about anything but herself and her need to let out all the sadness...
...No she wouldn't do that! Her stubbornness almost always got the best of her and tonight would be no different.
She took one last deep breath before turning around and entering her house.
Marcus was sitting on the couch, trying to look like he was watching the TV, but Lisbon saw the tension in his shoulders and the way he watched her every move out of the corner of his eyes, as she made her way through the living room and into the kitchen. She needed some time to get herself together and she hoped filling the food, Jane had brought, onto the plates would cover up the shaking of her hands.
Lisbon was angry now. She was used to her rapid emotion change. Over a decade with Jane was one emotional rollercoaster.
How dare him to just come to her home and talking to her with that hoarse voice, saying all he wanted was for her to be happy, after he made her feel like he didn't really care if she left or not. The rational side of her tried to speak up, that of course she knew he cared he always had, but Lisbon fought it down. She didn't want to reflect and try to see the whole story from his eyes, she wanted to be angry and she had a damn right to be.
She heard Marcus enter the kitchen and knew he would approach her, but she still moved away from his hand, when he placed it on the small of her back.
"What's going on Teresa?" he asked the concern in his voice speaking volumes about his character, about what a good guy he was. She was just about to turn around and smile. To pretend everything was alright for him, so he wouldn't worry, but then he had to go there "Is Jane okay?"
Lisbon couldn't hold back the snark "Oh Jane is doing just fine!"
Marcus took a step back and she was afraid to turn around, afraid he would look at her with pity thinking Jane and her had had a fight, not knowing what this whole thing was actually about, but she couldn't stall any longer.
She moved and turned to him and let out a silent gasp at what she found in his eyes. Understanding, Regret and maybe even something close to Relief.
Why would he be relieved? "I'm sorry." She said, saying it out of habit not because she meant it " I shouldn't have lashed out at you. It's just that I'm tired and..." She didn't get to finish her sentence as Pike interrupted her "It's alright Teresa. I knew what I got myself into and I knew that Jane would be in the picture as well, but I took my chances... I guy has gotta have dreams right?"
She looked at him with wide eyes. He knew? All the time he knew how she felt about Jane and still he wanted to be with her.
"No Marcus, that's not..." He smiled a sad smile at her when she couldn't finish the sentence.
"Like I said. It's alright Teresa. Let me just get some of my stuff and I'll leave"
Now there were tears in her eyes again. "Marcus, I..."
He walked up to her and gave her a soft kiss then he turned around to grab his things and left Lisbon in the kitchen.
When she heard the front door fall shut she allowed her self to sink down to her kitchen floor.
Now she wouldn't mind crying. No one was around. And of course now the tears were nowhere to be found.
Anger bubbled up in Lisbon and without further thinking about it she grabbed one of the plates from the kitchen counter and threw it against her wall. Taking immense pleasure in the sound the ceramic made when it shattered against the hard surface.
The shards danced around on the tiles. The noises that the broken pieces made while clinking against each other made her calm and she took slow and even breaths before getting up and carefully stepping around the remains of the plate.
She'd clean it up tomorrow. Right now all she wanted was a hot bath and time to sort all her feelings out.
Tomorrow she'd talk to Jane and she'd make him say what he meant. If she had to use force to get him to talk she would. So god help her.
Slowly she made her way to her bathroom, feeling just how tired she was by the effort she had to put into moving her feet. Tomorrow she'd talk to Jane!
Okay so that's it... Thoughts? I think this will be a oneshot let me know if you want me to continue it...