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This is my first FanFic tell me what you think.
WEDNESDAY
Wednesday 1:00 PM--CBI Headquarters
Another day, another murder, Lisbon thought sourly to herself as she rushed to finish the paperwork from the previous case. She looked up from her work when she heard a ruckus outside of her office. Jane caught her attention, doubled over in laughter at Rigsby who evidently had spilled coffee down the front of his shirt. Shaking her head she turned her attention back to Jane whose grin spread from ear to ear. She was glad to see him smiling again. Lately he seemed melancholy as several more Red John cases had run through the department and no leads had been found. Red John continued to taunt Jane with tortuous cases that only provoked him further and Lisbon felt that with every case Jane grew closer to breaking point. Lisbon shuddered at the thought. With a sigh she got up from her desk and slowly walked out to join in the camaraderie.
"Hey Lisbon." He gave her one of his best grins.
She couldn't help but smile back. "Hi Jane.." She turned her attention to Rigsby. "Would you like a towel Rigsby?" A laugh broke out from both Cho and Jane who were once again nearly rolling on the ground. Van Pelt rushed in with a towel and threw it at Rigsby's face which was flushed bright red in embarrassment. He muttered a quick 'thanks" and rushed off to the bathroom, which again sent the team into pealing laughter. After several minutes the amusement died down and Lisbon knew that it was time to get to work. She glanced at the clock. "Ok guys we got a new one, a young man murdered outside Capitol Ace Hardware store down on I street. Basic homicide. So lets head down there and see what we can find out. I want to nip this case in the bud as soon as possible."
Wednesday 1:45 PM--Capitol Ace Hardware
"Looks pretty typical. Blunt object to the head. Possibly a shovel, looks like a pretty deep gash. No ID.. Van Pelt get on that." Lisbon walked away towards Jane who was looking around in the bushes near the entrance to the store. She took a moment to admire his backside. Smiling at a lust filled thought, she brought herself back to reality. "Got anything Jane?"
"Well Lisbon I have many things."
"You know what I mean." She retorted, glaring at him playfully.
"I don't have any answers yet."
"Well that's strange I would have thought you already has the entire case solved by now." Lisbon joked as she turned to head back to the body for further inspection.
"Time, Lisbon. I'll know the murderer by tomorrow night."
"You seem quite sure of yourself. Getting a bit cocky are we?" She turned back to look at him. Honestly she hoped that he would have it solved within the next couple days it made her work load so much easier. She looked him over, standing there in his light grey pant suit. It fit him so well, fit his wonderful body so well. As soon as she thought it she pushed the thought from her head. Not the time Teresa. He is a coworker and totally off limits. She shook herself out of the daydream and looked at Jane's face who stared knowingly back at her. Could he know? No, he can't read my mind.. Can he? Lisbon dismissed the thought and turned back to join the rest of her team.
Wednesday 3:00 PM--CBI Headquarters
"Lisbon?" Jane walked into her office, not bothering to knock. She looked up from her paperwork with an exasperated look.
"Mmm?" She replied obviously ready to be off work and head home, sit back, maybe even watch some television.
"I was wondering if you were doing anything later." Jane seemed often bashful compared to his normal smug self. He hung from the side doorframe awaiting an answer.
"Umm, well why?" Lisbon's mind started to overload with possibilities.
"Well I thought that you might want to hang out and maybe get some dinner. I, um, well I get really lonely after work. And thought that we could go out, you know, as friends tend to do."
"Oh." Lisbon deflated with the word 'friends.' "Sure, I'd like to go. That sounds like fun."
"Great. Well then I, uh, I'll get back to work." He turned onto his heels and nearly jogged back to his couch. Lisbon shook her head in astonishment. It was sure to be an interesting evening. Images of her and Jane sitting at a candle light dinner staring deep into each other's eyes lingered in her mind. Slowly her thoughts matured into what would happen following dinner. Would he drive her home? Would she want to invite him in? She knew the answer to that. But does he feel the same way as her? He did say 'friends.'
"Boss?" Van Pelt interrupted her thoughts. Good thing Lisbon thought, who knows where they would have led.
"Yes?"
"I got an ID on our vic. His name is David Armon, 23 years old. He lives in a dorm at the California State University. His parents, Donna and Carson Armon live on Gaddi Drive, in the complex Gaddi Grove Town homes."
"Ok. Thanks Van Pelt." Lisbon jumped up from her desk glad to have something else to do other than fill out casework. Walking past Van Pelt she approached the rest of her team. "Ok we have a name and information on our victim. Cho, Rigsby you go down to California State University and question whoever you can, find out everything you can about this kid. Van Pelt you stay here and look into his past see who would want this guy dead. Jane, you and I will go break the news to his parents and find out what we can about him."
Wednesday 4:00 PM--Home of Donna and Carson Armon
"Ma'am I'm so sorry about your son, but we are going to have to ask you several questions so that we can put the person who did this behind bars." Lisbon hated this part of her job. Nobody wanted to be the bearer of bad news especially when it was such a young person that had been killed. Lisbon sat facing Donna Armon in an expensive looking living room filled with antique items. Jane was nowhere to be seen.
"Ok.. um this is so hard. Just a boy.." Donna was cut off by a lousy attempt to stifle a cry.
"I understand Mrs. Armon. So, do you know anybody who would want to do this to your son? Anyone who disliked him?"
"I don't think so. He was a nice boy. Always smiling.. always kind. I can't imagine anyone could hate him this much." She fell into a fit of sobbing, wrapping her arms around her body as if trying to hold herself together.
"Ok, did he have a girlfriend? Who were his closest friends?" Lisbon looked around for Jane. Where was he?
"He talked about this girl he liked.. um, Tracy, Stacy, I can't remember but they weren't dating or anything. And his best friend was Nick Gatsby, nice boy, but other than that he didn't really have any close friends. He.." She broke into a fit of hysteria. After regaining a shaky composure she looked at Lisbon, "I can't do this right now, Detective. This is just too hard." She suddenly dashed out of the room and ran up the stairs and out of sight. Lisbon sighed and got up. 'Perfect,' she muttered.
Patrick appeared from the other room. "Ready to go back to headquarters?" Jane had a grin on his face; he knew something.
"Yes, lets go."
Wednesday 6:30--CBI Headquarters
"Are you ready for our date?" Jane appeared in her doorway looking as dashing as ever. She smiled at the mention of 'date.' Lisbon was just finishing up the previous case's paperwork.
"Yes, I need this; I need a break from the case."
"Well then let's go Ms. Lisbon." He grabbed her jacket from the coat rack just inside her door and held it out for her. She slipped her arms into it, catching a whiff of his cologne, smiling at the smell. He placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her to the elevator.
At the restaurant--
"7:00 o'clock reservations for Patrick."
"Right this way sir." The waiter led them to a quaint table that was partitioned off from the bustle of the remainder of the restaurant. "Here we are. Could I start you off with something to drink?"
"We will take a bottle of your finest wine. Thank You." The waiter nodded and left. Jane turned and smiled at Lisbon who gave an expression of wonderment.
"What?" Jane implored.
"Oh, nothing. This is nice Jane." Lisbon smiled back at him. She was glad she chose to come, rather than sit at home watching television. This was much better.
"Patrick." Lisbon nodded, "You have the most beautiful eyes, if I may be so bold." She flushed a light pink at the compliment. What was he doing? What happened to going out as friends? Last she knew friends did not normally give such compliments. But no matter, she liked it.
"Thanks." She gave a bashful smile and looked at Jane. He was smiling in a way she had never seen. It was a smile of adoration. The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Jane gave him a 'Thank You" and turned back to look at her. She sipped on her glass, glad to have something to concentrate on,
"So, Patrick," it felt comfortable to call him that, "why did you ask me out tonight?"
"I told you why. I get lonely. And why not? We work together, why not try to get to know each other better?" Lisbon had trouble paying attention to what he was saying she found herself deeply attracted to his mouth. Her mind started again. Imagining her lips pressed to his moving in sync. His arms wrapped around her, her hands running through his gorgeous curls. "So what do you say?" His question broke her thoughts.
"Um sorry what?" She turned red again with embarrassment, being caught in the middle of a passionate daydream.
"Oh Teresa, why are you blushing?" He smiled at her, his knowing eyes peering into hers.
She quickly thought a response and blurted, "Its really hot in here," she began to fan herself with her napkin. Jane laughed and continued with his thoughts on the case. Lisbon quickly found where he was and joined in, glad to have moved on from her daydream.