I hate fundraisers.
They were there undercover, a special case.
Hardly anything required the whole team to play pretend.
...Okay...it isn't that bad. Champagne, dancing, music...and she wouldn't admit this to anyone—especially Jane, but she liked dressing up fancy like this.
"Lisbon?"
"Yeah?"
"Come dance with me."
"No way Jane, we're undercover."
"Oh come on. People dance at fundraisers. Why not? No one's going to think anything of it, trust me." She smiled, amused.
"Trust you, huh?" He looked hurt.
"What?" He laughed, smiling.
"...Okay." His eyes lit up. "But only one." His smiled made hers stretch as he takes her hand gently, leading her on to the dance floor.
After he has her in his arms, hand comfortably sitting on her waist, the other gently squeezing hers, he lets out a breath.
"What?"
"Oh just thinking." He says without conviction, nestling his head down against her own.
"Talk to me, Jane."
He pauses, thinking. It seems a hundred moments have passed before he answers.
"Okay. But on one condition."
"Yeah, what?"
"Make it two dances."
Her head's comfortably tucked under his chin, eyes closed, breathing slowly; she felt calm, relaxed, for the first time in how long?
"Jane?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to tell me?"
"...Oh right. I...was going to say...that I'm sorry for how I've been treating you lately. Running off to my room, 'pursuing' Red John...I know I've been pushing you away. I'm sorry for that, Lisbon."
"Jane, it's okay."
"No, it's not okay. You don't trust me? And we're partners Lisbon...that means something to me. Partners should trust each other, and I want us to have that trust. I mean, I trust you. I'd trust you with anything." She didn't move, she couldn't. She couldn't let him look into her eyes and see the truth.
"Jane that...thank you. For saying that."
"I thought it needed to be said."
They were silent for a while, so close to each other she could feel his heart beat. She felt Jane's grip on her waist tighten as he gently whispered into her ear.
"Teresa?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you? Trust me?" She considered her reply for a while, but eventually she made a decision.
"Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Jane, you've run out on me so many times I..."
"I know. But that's the past." He pulled me back, looking into my eyes. "I'm always going to be here for you. For anything. I need you to know that no matter what I do, or you do, or anyone else, really—that will never change." He pulls her tight again, breathing fast. She panics. That did it. She couldn't be near him anymore or she would cry. She couldn't cry. Not with him.
She pulled back, gazed into his eyes a moment, then walked away without a word. She looked back briefly, and she could swear she saw him smile.
