Green-eyed jealousy
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on
- William Shakespeare -
Chapter 1
Jane had always known that this day would come – sooner or later. However, he actually hadn't realized how much it was going to affect him.
Until now.
He sighed as his gaze drifted towards the kitchenette. Again.
That guy was still chatting with Lisbon – and, though unwillingly, Jane had to acknowledge how much she looked relaxed and happy. He'd never seen her like this before.
Mr. Whatshisname had recently joined the forensics downstairs. Right from the start it was clear that he'd been very impressed by a certain green-eyed Senior Agent.
Maybe the only person in the building that still hadn't noticed the fact was Lisbon herself.
She was going to, anyway. It was just a matter of time.
Then she would also discover that the aforementioned guy was probably her ideal soul mate.
Jane took a moment to consider him as dispassionately as he could. A tall, lean, handsome man in his early forties. Proud of his job and of his own skills. He probably did everything by-the-book, and was thus highly appreciated by his superiors.
Yeah, he was exactly the man that Lisbon deserved. A sensible, reliable chap – who was going to bring stability into her life.
Why it was that Jane felt his heart sinking then? Damn, he should be glad about her happiness.
Lisbon was his only true friend, the single person he really cared for. He wanted her to be happy.
He definitely wasn't jealous of her. How could he be, since he was still in love with his wife?
As he closed his eyes, he could actually see her. His Angela. Smiling at him and gently shaking her head.
You're such an idiot sometimes, Patrick…
Yeah, that's exactly what she would tell him if she was alive.
Because he had just lost his heart's desire. Once again.