AN: Hello lovely people, thank you for reading this! So basically this is the result of one question that refused to get out of my head: What would happen if Teresa Lisbon met Angela Ruskin? References to 5x09 and it will only be a few chapters long. I just had to set things up in this chapter, really so bear with me. Enjoy, and reviews are always welcome
Lisbon leant her back against the black kitchen cupboards in the model home that she and Jane were hiding out in to catch Noel Lamb's killer. It had been a long day and she had to admit that if it was anyone but Jane's hunch, she wouldn't be here. Hopefully she'd at least manage to get a few hours of sleep, even if the cool tile floor wasn't ideal. A small smile came to her lips when she thought of how silly Jane had looked when she had simply opened the gate of the home rather than jumping over it. One of the rare times that she had been able to make her consultant look even a little foolish, so she was going to savour it. Teresa attempted to make herself as comfortable as possible, brushing a strand of dark brown hair out of her face and shifting her position slightly. "I'm sorry that it's so late, Lisbon" said Jane softly, looking at her with gentle blue eyes. "S'okay" Lisbon muttered, stretching her leg out. "It comes with the job". "Would you like me to lull you to sleep?" he enquired with a grin, voice going from caring to teasing. "Not a chance" she retorted, glaring at him. Patrick Jane would never hypnotise her again.-ever. Even if it was only to get some rest for a change. She swore that being around an insomniac so much was starting to rub off on her. "Close your eyes and rest, Teresa" Jane urged "I'll wake you if anyone comes". After debating whether or not it would be risking her job if she didn't close the case because she was fast asleep, her body won out and she let her eyelids flutter shut. Although she'd never admit it, it was kind of nice having Jane here looking out for her. Raising three brothers and protecting them from an alcoholic father meant that she was used to taking care of herself, and she usually didn't let anyone who wasn't related worry about her wellbeing, and she wasn't thrilled when her brothers did either. A memory flashed in her brain, of herself telling Jane that their unit was a family. It was kind of sweet, and it was nice to be close to him again after the friction of the past few months. "You're thinking to hard" the blonde haired man sitting opposite informed her with a hint of amusement in his voice. She let out an annoyed huff. It wasn't fair that he could still read her so easily. A chuckle was the last thing Teresa heard before she slipped into unconsciousness.
Opening her bright green eyes, Lisbon found herself in a lush green forest, her nose tingling with the scent of pine. Glancing down she saw a winding pathway and followed it without hesitation. Relaxing slightly under the crunch of the autumn leaves, she froze as she heard…..someone playing the piano? "Well this isn't weird at all" she muttered to herself, deciding to go where the soft lilting music was leading her. Coming in to a brightly lit meadow, Lisbon saw a woman with curly blonde hair at a white piano. Upon her arrival, the other woman glanced up and closed the distance between them, long black dress fluttering as she walked. "Hello, Teresa. It's so nice to finally meet you" said the woman with a warm smile, putting out a slender hand for Lisbon to shake. But the brunette's body had locked up in shock. She knew that face, those intelligent, kind brown eyes. It couldn't be real, this didn't make any sense. "M-mrs Jane?" The words came out a high pitched squeak, so different from her normal voice. "Angela, please, call me Angela" replied the other woman, smile still going strong. "How is this happening?" asked Lisbon, scanning the other woman's face warily. "You're asleep" was the matter of fact reply "and when your mind isn't fully active it allows you to transcend the barriers of the physical world". Angela laughed as Lisbon raised an eyebrow. 'Always the sceptic, aren't you Teresa". "I'm sorry, but the idea of having a conversation with a dead woman is just a little hard to wrap my brain around". Realising how insensitive that sounded, Lisbon opened her mouth to apologise but was interrupted. "It's ok" soothed Angela "I accepted what happened a long time ago. The reason I'm here is to talk about Patrick". "What about him?" asked Teresa, suddenly feeling slightly guilty. "How about we sit down?" Angela suggested, gesturing to the piano seat behind her.
*_* So, what do you guys think so far? Hopefully it's not too cheesy, I wasn't sure if it being a dream was too corny or if it would work. I'd also really like some feedback on my interpretation of Angela, we know so little about her so I'm kind of making her personality up as I go. More on that next chapter. And did you like the extra scene I added in 5x09?