Lisbon stood watching the FBI agents emptying the precinct. Jane had left. Agents walked past nonchalantly. She felt alone.
She looked down at the shattered tea cup at her feet from which Jane so avidly drank his tea. The lonely cup sat there, broken- just like him.
"His favorite cup…" She whispered. She bent down and picked up the shards. She put them in the box that contained the things from her desk and went home.
Jane lay on his mattress, staring at the ceiling endlessly. Why couldn't things just work out? Why did this happen to him? Why did he have to go through this alone? But…he didn't…did he? No. Lisbon had been there for him at his side since the beginning. She didn't necessarily agree with everything that he did, but she stayed by his side nonetheless. And he hadn't even realized. He was taking her for granted…just like he did with his wife and his daughter.
Jane got up from his bed and ran down the stairs. He had to make amends. He quickly slipped into his jacket and opened the door, but stopped dead in his tracks. He looked down.
There, on his door step, sat his little cup. It had been glued together again. No doubt this was Lisbon's doing. It had been fixed with great love and care. Inside of the cup he found a little note.
Jane, I know the world seems cruel and unfair to you right now.
But I want you to know that I am always there for you.
Don't let this go, Jane. Don't give up. I will be there all the way.
And even when it seems like everything is broken, it can always be fixed.
Love, Lisbon.
Jane smiled. He studied the cup. Every piece was exactly where it should be. And it was all because of Lisbon. He went back inside the house and put the teacup onto the counter with great care. He then proceeded to go outside, get into his car, and began the hardest drive he would ever encounter. He hoped he still remembered where the church was.