Lisbon perched uncomfortably on the high chrome bar stool. She sipped her dry white wine, and resisted the temptation to study the drinkers around her. One of the downsides of her job was the need to constantly watch people. She'd never know how Jane did it. There's an expression: you could read somebodys face like a book. Lisbon didn't read faces like books. She read faces like faces. Books had no past, no history. Faces was what had attracted her to Jane the moment Minelli had introduced him to the department. His face.
Meanwhile, unaware that she had been tried and found guilty of committing crimes against fashion, Grace drove along the dimly lit roads leading towards her favourite resturant. She was having very mixed feelings about seeing Rigsby tonight. Working with a secrecy meant she lived with secrecy. This was difficult when mixing socially with people outside her knowledge circle. She didn't really know how to act around them.
Rigsby walked out or the CBI building and went to the nearest resturant. He was on his way to a meeting with Van Pelt and the team. The rest of the CBI were still avidly discussing what had happened to Bosco and his team, the news having travelled at lightning speed, in the mysterious way bad news always did. Everyone had been shocked about what had happened, but Lisbon, in particular, had been very upset, a reaction that had suprised no one. As far as Rigsby recalled, Bosco had worked at the CBI for a very long time and had even been Lisbon's boss, once apon a time. So he, and the team attempted to comfort there boss in the best way possible.
A short while later Cho placed his book down on the unstained coffee table, which sat neatly infront of his couch. Grabbing his keys he walked out the front door, locking it carefully behind him. He began his journey down the corridor towards the stairwell, pushing the heavy door open and making his way down the stairs. One thing h hd hated about the building when he moved in was the indecency of an unservisable elevator. Three and a half years he had lived in the building, an still, the elevator lay in the shaft, out of use. Of course Cho being Cho, never once complained about the exercise.
Jane quickly rounded the street corner and smiled eagerly when the resturant came into view. He watched as couples ate romantically, and even got the chance to witness the endings of a proposal. He turned his attention to the dark haired woman sitting by the bar. Lisbon. His boss. His bestfriend- though she hated to admitt it, he had become hers to- and the only woman in his life worth living for. A loving smile spread across his lips as his fingers came into contact with the door handle. Pulling it open and swinging himself inside the dimly lit resturant. Thats when he noticed, Lisbon was wearing a dress. His Lisbon. A dress. No way. Approaching her, he ran his hand gently over her shoulder, calling to the bartender while she shivered.
"Jane! You scared the crap out of me!" Lisbon breathed heavily, and felt like shooting him the moment that stupid smile of his spread across his lips. "Jackass." She said under her breath as she turned back to the bar. Jane perched on the stool next to her.
"Shall we go somewhere more privrate?" He asked nervously.
"What about the team? They won't see us." She stated.
"That gives us more privracy." Jane ran his hand up and down Lisbons bare arm, making her shiver and bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. That, really, would be innapropriate.
"Jane? What are you doing?" Lisbon asked cautiously, as the bartender slipped Jane his order. Dry martini. Jane's hand slid into Lisbon's and he led her off towards the booth.
"We are going somewhere more privrate." He stated, sitting down next to Lisbon in the corner booth, distancing themselves from the entrance of the resturant.
"Why?"
"Because..." His husky voice trailed off, their gazes locking for a brief moment before Lisbon's eyes fluttered to the table. Jane reached towards her, cupping her cheek, forcing her to look up at him. Their gaze grew intense, so Jane began to lean in. Her hand rested on his chest, tugging on the labels of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer. As their lips met softly, they failed to notice the biwildered gazes from there fellow team members. Until Cho coughed.