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Out of all his colleagues, Patrick Jane loves observing Lisbon. Not that the rest of the team was boring, but he was already so well tuned to them, there was nothing left for him to keep observing. He could tell that Rigsby was hungry by seeing that particular glint in his eye before looking at the fridge. He could tell when Cho was longing to read by watching his posture while he typed out reports. He could tell when Van Pelt was pleased with herself for doing something by noticing the hidden smile in her face. It was Lisbon who threw him off, she confused him.
Cho, ever so stoic, had many thing that bothered him. Like his mother, who kept calling him at work to question him about the lack of his love life. He was so irritated hat he refused to answer any more of her calls and let them go to voicemail. As stiff as he seemed, Cho had a protective side. That side compelled him to ensure the safety of the team, especially of the only two females.
Rigsby, he was big strong man who harboured a crazy crush on his teammate. It was obvious, really. Everyone knew. Despite his physique, the team likened him to a big stuffed teddy bear. He was always hungry, everywhere he went, a big bag of food went with him, especially during stakeouts. Rigsby was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and was a big softie when it came to Van Pelt. It was sweet, the way they acted together. For Rigsby, there was a hidden side of him that surfaced when he was hypnotised. That side of violence which made him smash a suspect's face into the table. Rigsby had not been proud of his actions. To him, it was as if one of his deepest secrets had been revealed. Jane knew that all these while, Rigsby had been keeping that violent side of his under control. He felt that he had to, because he could not afford to let it loose.
Van Pelt, sweet naive Grace. She was a beautiful girl from a small farming town in Iowa; her reason for being in the city of Sacramento was to prove that being pretty was not the only thing she could be. She wanted to show that she could stand up for herself. She has set high expectations for herself, being the ambitious girl she was. Jane liked that fact that she was religious, at least someone on the team was. And the fact that she believed psychic s really existed made her more endearing. She had feelings for Rigsby, Jane knew. The way she tried to act nonchalant around Rigsby, the denials that she would make. All these spoke volumes to him. He bet the rest of the team knew too. It was obvious, really.
Now as for Lisbon, it was a different story. She was like a complicated puzzle to him. He knew where the pieces belonged, but certain pieces just did not fit. It was frustrating after a while. He knew how to anger her. He knew how to make her smile. He knew how to bring a blush to her cheeks. He knew about her past. He knew a lot about her, and yet some times, it was as if he did not know her at all. She shocked him once or twice with some details of her past. Who would have known she was a dancer back in high school? That was a shocker, even for him. But he should have noticed, the way she moved sometimes. The certain air of grace around her, it was of a dancer.
Lisbon could go from professional to personal and back to professional in a blink. Sometimes, she could be his best friend. Most of the time, she was his boss who he enjoyed annoying. That was the weirdest part of their relationship. Jane knew that she wanted to fix him. Like how she had tried to fix her family after her mother had perished in a car accident. She wanted to pick up the broken pieces and put them back together where they belonged. He pushed her away; he tried to ignore her help, knowing that nothing could be done. He was broken beyond repair. But her persistence had made him let her in.
He turned to her when he needed company. She would listen, or they would just sit in silence. There was no need to put up that smiling facade around her, she could see right through him. After the talking, after being in her company, she would offer him a bed or couch to sleep in. She knew that he had problems sleeping and would sing him to sleep sometimes. She did her best to help him trough his problems, she wanted to.
As much as he disliked the fact that Teresa Lisbon was a puzzle to him at certain times, he accepted it. That was who she was, and that was what intrigued him.