Lisbon POV
My mind was racing with the events that happened over the past week, but I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt the car slowing down. I looked out the window to see that the bright California sun no longer stood brightly in the sky. It must have been several hours since we left the CBI, by this time the team would have realized what happened.
"Dammit," Jane smacked his hand off the steering wheel when the vehicle came to a halt, "Are you kidding me?"
Jane smacked the steering wheel again before unbuckling his seat belt and jumping out of the car. I jumped out of the car and jogged lightly to catch up with him. "Jane, Jane wait," he didn't slow down when I called his name, "Jane! Please stop! At least slow down." He turned around quickly, but his eyes were not focused on me. Jane rubbed his hand roughly through his hair and down over his face, scratching over the stubble on his chin.
"Do you have any cash," he asked while he searched his pockets, "We need to get few things." Any money that I had was sitting on my desk, his eyes wandered over my face for several moments before he nodded and turned again.
"At least we ran out of gas in the city," he laughed lightly before he continued walking again. At least this time it wasn't at break neck speed. Glancing around I could see several blocks of large buildings with bright glowing signs. None of the signs seemed familiar to me and the street names didn't ring any bells either. As a state agent I traveled around most of California making myself rather comfortable with its roadways.
Jane let out a soft grunt followed by a few hasty apologies. He stood next to a young looking couple with his hand clasped on one of their shoulders. "I'm so sorry I just get so caught up in the beauty of the city," he had one of his smiles plastered on his face, "I hope that you have a wonderful evening." He patted the guy's shoulder, before releasing it and turned to walk away.
What was that about? We walked several blocks before stopping in front of a 24-hour convenience store. Jane pulled a wallet out of his pocket and started to flip through the folds, pulling out several bills and what looked liked a credit card. He put the money in his front pocket and pulled something else out. Whatever it was, was flat and had a zebra print all over the cover.
"JANE! You pickpocketed them," I stomped towards him and pulled the wallet out of his hands, "That is terrible and not to mention illegal."
"So is running away with a wanted murderer," he tried to keep the grin off of his face, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
I let out an irritated sigh before I opened the wallet and searched through the wallet. Tonia Granion born September 13th 1978. She had a few large bills and several credit cards with other people's names on them. Jane looked over my shoulder and saw the names on the cards.
"See we stole from a thief no reason to feel bad," his whispered in my ear before kissing it lightly.
"We didn't do anything, but yes YOU can feel LESS guilty," I turned saw that he was staring at a hobo laying in the parking lot.
Jane grabbed the credit cards from my hand and placed them with the ones he had. "Excuse me, sir," Jane spoke softly as if he was speaking to a child, "Can you do me a favor?" The hobo looked confused as Jane handed him a stack of credit cards. "I need you to go over to that ATM and withdraw as much as you can from these."
The man grabbed the cards and walked over to ATM, looking over at us several times as he did so. Several minutes later the man walked back to us with a rather large stack of bills. Jane took the money and counted it quickly.
"Here," Jane pulled at least three hundred dollars from the stack, "Thank you for your help." The homeless man smiled brightly at Jane before running off happily.
"How much do we have," I looked at the money trying to guess myself, "Can we get some food?"
"It is a little over five thousand," he flipped through the money again, "Take a few hundred and get whatever you want to eat. I will meet you back here in fifteen minutes." Jane handed me the cash and walked off behind the store.
"Jane, where are you going," I called after him, but he had already rounded the corner.
When I walked into the store a teenage kid looked up from his phone, giving me a quick once over before turning back to his phone. The store looked like something you would see in a horror movie. Everything was covered in dust and the fluorescent bulbs blinked slowly, each time the lights flickered it seemed a little less likely to come back on. Small shadows splayed out across the floor closing in around me. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the boy cracked his bubble gum behind me.
"Is there anything I can help with," his eyes glanced up and down my body as he spoke. I looked at the nametag and saw his name printed in bold black letters.
"I need some things that would be good for on the road," I glanced around the store trying to think of what all we would need.
"Come with me," Ethan said as he guided me around the store grabbing things from different isles. Between isles he would stop at the counter and place the items into piles. After we found everything he thought I needed for 'my road trip' he rang up the bill and packaged the purchases into paper bags. The display of the register flashed as he scanned the items, green letters and numbers zipping across the tiny screen. I paid him and walked out of the store.
"Lisbon," Jane called me and I turned to see him sitting in a new car.
"Are you serious, no, no," I had to try and keep from yelling we didn't need an audience, "Can you do anything that isn't illegal?"
"Get in," he reached across and pushed the door open for me. I sat down in the car with the groceries haphazardly splayed on my lap. Jane relocated the bags to the backseat and pulled away from the curb. Despite the fact I was angry with him the silence in the car was comforting.
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My eyelids kept trying to close, but every time they closed I saw Jane standing in the bullpen with a gun. His eyes empty and cold as he stared at his father, but instead of being arrested Jane turned the gun on himself. His finger moved over the trigger and I cold hear the mechanisms in the gun click into place. Each step happened in slow motion as if they were mocking me, too late Teresa you have to watch him die. The slide of the gun floated effortlessly across the barrel, drawing away from his head in an almost serene way. The bullet scratched on the inside of the barrel emitting a sound easily mistaken for nails on a chalkboard. The bullet left the end of the gun,
every striation on the bullet embedding itself in my memory. The shimmering brass made contact with his skin and time made up for itself moving so quickly now it made me nauseous. He was now lying on the ground and Rigsby had his hand on the wound calling out to Jane.
"Lisbon, wake up, Lisbon," I opened my eyes to see Jane's eyes studying my face. A tear found its way down my cheek and Jane kissed it away. His lips staying there until he felt me relax into him. "We can sleep here for a few hours. I think we can stick to traveling at night," he motioned behind us to a motel. I ruffled his curls lightly before jumping out of the car and stretching my cramped muscles.
