Watching Teresa Lisbon die was not my intention. Being here, in this cellar, was not my intention. Even this way of dying was not my intention. That's the whole problem; everything usually goes according to plan for me. I am never wrong. But this time, I was. I made a mistake that I might have to face up to for the rest of my life. Here I am facing another death of someone that I love with all my heart, dying because of my choices.
Life's a bitch, isn't it?
Monday
"Jane, get up. We have work to do." I groan as I look into a pair of steel green eyes.
"5 more minutes" I groan out as I turn over on the couch. I begin to drift back into nothingness once again when I feel my world toppling. Next thing I know, I'm on the hard floor, with the couch on top of me. I glance up to see the cold face of Cho.
"Time's up." He says with his normal cold demeanor. Rigsby chuckles in the corner, with Grace slapping at his arm. A pair of black loafers comes into view. Ah, Lisbon loafers. I tried to convince her to sell her own brand of those once. I look up into the green eyes that I saw moments before.
"Now, are you going to get up, or do I have to shoot you?" I raise my eyebrows, propping myself on my elbow.
"Now, Lisbon…" The sound of the safety coming off her gun made me stop in mid-sentence and jump to my feet. Not that she would actually shoot me, but better safe than sorry. I raise my arms in a surrendering stance, just to see that she turned back around and was halfway across the room to the elevators.
I jog across just in time to get into the elevator with her. The silence between us is an icy blanket, something I finally had to break. Just when I am about to speak, I hear Lisbon's voice.
"A 19 year old was found in a public park, a known street performing area." The elevators opened, with Cho and Rigsby waiting outside. Rigsby continues where Lisbon left off about the case.
"They are mostly singers singing on the platform until their big break. According to a lot of the street singers, she was one of the biggest threats. Not only that, but it was rumored that she was dating the well-known singer Jessie Colt."
I am actually aware of him. He started in his late teens, the new heartthrob of the teen generation. Jessie himself is actually twenty one, himself. The only reason I actually know of him is because I imagine that my daughter would have her room plastered with posters if she was still here.
"Well, this should be interesting case to say the least. To the victim's family now, I presume? Since you have already released the body?"
Lisbon gives me a glare. "Well, if you actually got up, you would have been able to view the body."
We are at the car now, with Lisbon walking to the driver's side. I notice that Cho is driving his personal car, with Grace and Rigsby in the other company car.
"So, can I drive?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Over my dead body, Jane."