"So your saying you couldn't identify any of the men that were involved?" Lisbon asked trying to hide her frustration.

The eight year old girl sat on the opposing side of the interrogation table. She was in shock and that made it difficult for her to answer Lisbon's questions.

"Tiffany, I know this is hard but we just want to help you. But in order to do that we need you to help us."

"I'm sorry, I just- I can't tell you"

Lisbon stood up and kicked her chair to the wall that was behind her. She glared into Tiffany's eyes and through her folder and almost empty note pad on the the table. She instantaneously regretted it after seeing the already disturbed child jolt and frown at her anger. Lisbon was beginning to fly off the handles so she dismissed herself immediately. Ignoring her coworkers' faces of confusion she stormed to her office. But leave it to the consultant to infiltrate her work place and probe at her mind.

"I don't want to talk about it," she barks.

" Ok," Jane complies. " So I'll talk about it and all you have to do is listen.

Lisbon felt her chest tighten. She did not like to talk about emotional things especially ones pertaining to her, and she definitely didn't like them being revealed to her by others. But Jane continued in spite of that fact.

" This case is aggravating you more so then the rest. You feel a special connection with this case. You weren't mad at Tiffany you were mad for her. You just don't know how to express that. And because this case is so aggravating to you it has reactivated your PTSD.

"My PTSD is always active." She replied having nothing else to defend because everything else he said was True.

" Lisbon there is something your not telling me"

"Jane your my consultant and I'm your boss."

"Yes but I'm also your friend and you are mine too. My best friend. All I want to do is help you. But I can't do that. Not when you have walls and voides. And take it from someone who knows, they are no fun.

Lisbon sighed. She stood up and drug her feet to the couch, seeing it was fit for a conversation of this sort. Jane grinned and scooted over a bit. His small grin vanished as he saw a now more sad Lisbon walk to him.

"As you probably know my mom died when I was twelve. She sighs and looks down at the floor."

Jane wandered if she would ever develop the courage to look him in the eye

"Well mom was the worker in the family and without her we had no money. Dad had to go to work and the combined stress of a brand new work experience and the loss of his wife just proved to be too much I guess. He turned to drinking and it completely changed him. He was getting fired from job after job yet still he wouldn't quit. Instead he went to more extreme ways of relieving stress, drugs. He had told my brother and I that we needed to start picking up small jobs around town or he would have to give us up because we were costing him too much. The twins got a job as the paper boys, and the other worked at a Chick-fil-A. My dad said that I was the brightest and it would be best that I focused on my school. The boys jobs obviously weren't making enough so I had to work to.

"What was your job?* Jane asked. He knew she was getting to that but he wanted to show he was listening. He also searched for a way to get her to look at him. Reading someone is a lot harder when you don't have their eyes to look at. Especially Lisbon's. Her eye spoke more than she did some days.

" Um he figured that I wasn't going to boost the income much with a minimum wage job so he. He umm. He had other plans for me."

"And what were those?" Jane asked softly trying not to push too hard but understanding that some pushing was

necessary.

"He... She stopped to clear her throat and hold back tears. " He figured that if he sold my body he could charge what ever he wanted. He tried to reassure me with the fact that there were going to be rules that these men we called customers had to follow. He promised me that they would only be people he knew and trusted. But it did not remain that way for long."

Lisbon broke out into tears unable to continue. She preferred not to cry in front of people, especially not Jane but she had never really allowed her self to cry about this. The cries were loud and uncharacteristic. Her face began to burn and she instinctively turned away. Jane couldn't get her to turn around so he got up and walked quickly to the other side of her. He

grabbed her hand softly and rested his hand on her cheek. She looked him in the eye but found no effective way to stop the tears. He watched as he allowed her tears to wet his hand. He, lost in her emotions, lost in her green eyes had completely forgotten what he was going to say. He was at a loss for words. They stared into each other's eyes and oddly enough it didn't feel awkward to any of them.

"Oh Teresa, I'm sorry," he finally muttered. He allowed her to bury herself in his neck. She was still crying uncontrollably but at least now she had someone to confide in.

The team grew concerned as they heard their strong and fierce boss whaling.

"Should we do something?" Rigsby asked the rest of the team.

"No." Cho replied. Jane has got this one.

"Yeah," Grace agreed. All of that crying is probably good for her.

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