Hey guys :) So, i'm sort of ignoring my multi chaps at the moment... sorry to anyone who reads them :P I have exams at the moment, i should be revising right now, biology tomorrow, but nevermind :P Shouldn't be tooooo bad. This is a random pathetic oneshotty thingy... it's not that great, well, it's kinda bad... but i actually felt like writing for the first time in a month so i finished this off :)

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Tomorrow

The lighting in her apartment was dim, she could barely see across the room. She sat on her couch, rigid and upright, tears streaming down her face. She didn't stop them. She didn't even try.

Her hands brushed up the sides of her body, wrapping her arms around herself in a vain attempt to deflect some of the pain. The pain, and the guilt and the grief.

She heard a knock on the door but she didn't answer it - she couldn't even move. She knew who it was anyway and knowing that, she also knew he would find a way in himself. Sure enough, thirty seconds later he was inside. He turned and closed the door as softly as he could behind him, and slowly walked over to her. She remained unmoving but lifted her eyes to meet his, it was clear that he had been crying as well even in the partial darkness.

He sank down beside her, his voice hoarse, "It will get better,"

She shook her head, more tears falling, "It's all my fault," she whispered, "All my fault,"

He reached across her, and carefully picked up the gun that was lying on her other side, putting it out of reach, just as a precaution. "It's not your fault," he said,

"Yes," she said shaking, "Yes it is,"

"No," he said, clasping her hand in his, "There's nothing you could have done," he said, wiping away his own tears.

"Are you sure you're not psychic?" she asked, trying to cling onto something. He could see in her eyes that she didn't really believe, but he also saw the desperation.

He didn't bother answering her, just did something he never would have at any other time, and wrapped his arms around her. "Nothing's going to bring Grace back," he whispered in her ear, more tears springing to his eyes at hearing the words for himself. Hearing it had the most effect on her, he knew why - he had suddenly made it real, plunging her into a whole new whirl of pain. Her breathing sped up, and her silent crying transformed into sobs that racked her whole body. She seemed so small in his arms at that moment, and he tightened his grip on her, the sounds she was making were those of pure pain, pain and guilt. He already knew that losing people gave you a new outlook on the ones you cared about the most. Grace's loss hurt, but Lisbon's presence made him feel guiltily thankful.

She clung to him like he was a lifeline, like he was her last glimmer of hope. And today, she didn't care. Because it was her fault, her fault Grace had got shot, her fault that she had bled out in front of their eyes earlier that day. Burying yourself in someone else when you experience a loss is something that Teresa Lisbon had never done before, and something she had doubted she was very good at anyway, but today she was doing just that. And she didn't care. Tomorrow she would, but not today.

Today, it was nice not to be alone. Tomorrow she would get up, and face the world, she would push everyone, especially Jane, away, and soldier on. But today, today she didn't want to be alone.

What did you think? :/

Thanks for reading :)

Em xxxxx