'If you don't get out of my way Fischer, I will get this cup of coffee and throw it all over you,' growled Jane as Fischer came to interrogate him about sitting on his sofa all day and not doing enough to help crack the case they were currently investigating.

Kim raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, rather like a disapproving mother would do, 'Jane, I don't know what's gotten into you but we need your help on this case so will you please,' she clicked her fingers impatiently in front of him as he made to walk past her, 'focus and give us your insight.'

'You're doing great,' sighed Jane, looking defeated, 'you're about one revelation away from solving it so why do you need my help on this one?'

'Because you're usually the one who delivers the revelation,' retorted Kim, narrowing her eyes, 'you're usually eager to interfere in any investigation so why not this one.'

'Got a lot on my plate,' he answered simply, 'now if you excuse me I have to go and do something very important and very fantastic.'

He skirted around her and walked swiftly away. As he left the room, Kim called irritably after him, 'you know Abbott will be hearing about this.' When he didn't react to her threat, she shook her head in disbelief. He was acting like he didn't care about anything anymore. Most of that charisma and mischievousness that had for so long characterised him had vanished and had been replaced by a tetchy and rather apathetic individual- a complete strange.

Jane wasn't totally certain as to where he was heading- away from Kim; that was for sure, before she could tell on him to Abbott just like a petty little schoolgirl. He walked into a room at random only to find that, rather unfortunately, Lisbon and Pike were enthusiastically kissing in there, on top of the table.

'Oh please get a room,' spat Jane, disgust etched across his face.

'Uh, we had gotten a room,' pointed out Pike after they both unglued themselves from one another and stood up straight, both rather red in the face, 'this one. It was empty before you walked in here.'

'Well its not anymore,' said Jane, giving Pike a look that strongly suggested he better not speak again.

Sighing, Pike kissed Lisbon on the cheek, whispered something to her that made her giggle, and then walked out of the room, making sure to avoid Jane's piercing gaze as he walked past him.

'What was all that about?' Lisbon rounded on Jane as soon as Pike was out of earshot.

'What was all what about?' asked Jane defensively.

'All that,' exclaimed Lisbon, 'I don't know what's gotten into you but whatever it is snap out of it. You've been acting like a child ever since I told you I was moving. Whether that's a coincidence or not I have no idea but you're making everything harder so stop it.'

'I don't know what you mean,' answered Jane coldly, 'I haven't done anything. I'm sorry if I interrupted you and Pike preparing for what I'm sure would have been a very erotic love scene but that doesn't give you a reason to have a go at me.'

Lisbon looked incredulously at him, 'see, this is what I mean. Everytime you even look at Marcus,'

'Pike,' Jane corrected her; he didn't like it when she used Pike's first name, especially when she refused to call Jane himself Patrick.

Lisbon broke off, glaring at Jane. She looked like she wanted to continue arguing with him but instead she just cast one more contemptuous glance at her co-worker and once close friend, and marched out of the room, sighing, 'I really don't have time for this.'

She left Jane feeling defiant, yet still a little ashamed.

Lisbon went to join the others when she walked into Fischer.

'Hey,' said Kim a little breathlessly, 'I've been looking for you, I wanted to ask you a question.'
'What, about the murder?' queried Lisbon.
Kim bit her lip, 'erm, no. Actually, it was about Jane. He's been acting… well… off… and I though that perhaps you could talk to him. After all, you know him a lot better than the rest of us.'

However Lisbon merely shook her head in response, 'sorry, no can-do. I just saw Jane now and I kinda got the feeling from him that I'm the last person who ought to be talking to him right now.'

Him raised her eyebrows, evidently surprised, 'wow, really?' then realisation dawned on her face, 'wait, do you think it's about you moving to DC?'

Lisbon shrugged, hoping that Kim was wrong, 'I don't know. I guess it's a possibility, I mean we have known each other for ages. But for god's sake its Jane- surely he ought to be supporting me.'
Kim nodded and said fairly, 'sure yeah but, it's like you said, he's known you for so long. Saying goodbye must be hard for him.'

But Lisbon just frowned, 'but he's walked out on me loads of times,' she looked suddenly sour, 'huh, he doesn't like the taste of his own medicine.'

Two hours until the work say ended…

Two hours until Lisbon returned home…

Two hours until Lisbon continued packing…

Jane wanted to stop looking at his watch repeatedly yet, somehow, he couldn't stop. He was wasting every second, sat on this cold couch, watching all of his fellow agents busy themselves with murder cases that couldn't be solved. Now and then he saw Pike walking past. He wanted to insult him, to throw something at him unawares, but he restrained himself- mainly because there was nothing around him hard and painful enough to throw at Pike.

In a way Jane knew that he was being stupid. This was not how he wanted to spend his last 24 hours in Lisbon's company. But being with her, watching her slowly slip away from him like she was water he was trying to cup in his bare hands- he didn't think he could stand that.

It was almost the end of the day and Jane was fidgeting uncomfortably, wondering if it was best to talk to Lisbon or not, or maybe even to apologise to her. He probably wouldn't get a chance tomorrow.