Authors Note: Just a short fic written for the mentalistprompt community's prompt fic meme in LJ, you don't have to be a member to participate so why don't you all come and join us? :)
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the quote that prompted it.
"Lisbon. Oh Lisbon!" She could practically hear his happiness as he bounded into her office; she guessed he had thought up some way of messing with her mind that she most certainly was not it the mood for now.
"Lisbon? Lis-" he paused mid-shout when he saw her hunched over on her desk, her forehead laying on her desk, "What are you doing bent over like that?" If anyone had overheard his question then it would have sounded highly inappropriate, but thankfully the rest of the team were out for lunch.
"Hush, please."
"What's wrong?"
Lisbon wanted to shake her head but knew that would do nothing other than aggravate the headache that had presented itself less than an hour ago. "Nothing Jane. Just go and have fun irritating someone else for a little while."
"Is the mighty Teresa Lisbon ill?"
"Jane, has anybody ever told you that if you kept your mouth closed people may find you a little more intellectual?"
"Is that why you usually just give one word answers to questions?" He had grown to expect an eye-roll after a comment like that to her and he wasn't disappointed. This time she also rested her chin on the palm of her hand to make sure her head wouldn't drop suddenly and cause more pain.
"Anyway you know that being silent isn't one of my strengths."
"No kidding," she muttered with a small smirk playing on her lips.
Jane flashed her one of his trademark grins and quietly walked away from her desk. Lisbon appreciated his attempt at trying to make her feel better, until he turned back to face her, holding the door handle on the outside and slamming it closed. She winced as the noise went straight to the affected part of her brain.
Even in silence they were able to communicate with each other though; the slamming of the door made her think that he was slightly irked at not being allowed to torment her mercilessly but wanted her to have some space so had made sure she would be by having the door shut.
And the stapler being thrown at the inside of the door? That was her way of making sure Jane knew she hated him yet was grateful for the privacy.
No one has a finer command of language than the person who keeps his mouth shut.
- Sam Rayburn
