Breathe out.

Breathe in and then breathe out. Face relaxed, left side tense. Her leg pulled into her chest as she gathered new strength feeling her feet digging into the bathroom floor.

"I'm an adult, this is ridiculous. No, shut-up—I need this," she thought to herself.

Breathe in, reposition. Breathe out, feel the blade. Breathe in, listen as the warm blood kisses cold skin. Breathe out, give your suffering substance.

There is nothing for her in this world. Not the love of a child, nor the compassion of a lover. What family she has doesn't need her, and might even prefer if she were dead. Her existence means nothing to anyone around her, not even to her best friend. If she were to leave, Jane would find another team to work with without a second thought to what might have happened to her. She has nothing and she is nothing, nothing special or beautiful. She is just in the way.

With blurred vision, the realization that the knife had somehow been thrown to the other side of the room came accompanied by a throbbing disappointment in her chest. She cried because she was tired and sick and sad and couldn't remember anything accept what Agent Green had done. Lisbon's head lobbed forward, her arms went limp.


"…play it again…Johnny!" Mrs. Barbara swayed and bounced to the tune in her head, "maybe yo' cold, but you so warm inside…" The birds were not singing with her, as they were still asleep cozy in their nests just before sunrise. She shuffled her way down the Bureau's third-floor hallway pushing the large janitorial trolley to begin mopping. First, she noticed a smell. Then, she noticed the blood.

Mrs. Barbara continued singing while opening the women's bathroom door, "I was always a fool fo' my Johnny…"

Abrupt. "Dear Lordy!" She saw the blood, the cuts, the pills, the body, the knife, the mess. "Now how in Jesus' name am I goin' ta clean dis mess?" She muttered to herself, "I swear I don't get paid enough fo' all a dis. I'm goin' ta hafta call in somebody else to come help me up here."

She sent for another member of the cleaning crew, "You see all dis, Linda?"

"Aw, yes ma'am I do Mrs. Barbara. We got ourselves a mess. How we gonna do dis, now?"

Barbara shook her head, "Well, I don't know. I was thinkin' dat we could mop around 'her and put dat knife in her lap so it's not in anybody's way."

"Pick up all dem pills, too?"

"Well, we goin' ta hafta, baby."

They proceeded, doing only the minimum to ensure the body wouldn't be too much of a problem for any other agents working in CBI HQ.


I'm planning on this being a rather long story due to the brevity of the chapters. They should all be about this length and may have up to 20 chapters before it's over. Please review/comment or whatever to give me some feedback on whether you are interested or not. It seems kinda confusing now, but all good things take time. There is, indeed, a method to my madness.

Thank you dearies.