They were silent on the way. Lisbon stole a few glances at Jane as she drove and saw his tension. He was pale, his jaw clenched and still a little shaky.
„Shall I stop at your place? Do you need to grab something?"
„That would be nice, thank you."
He needed something for sure. Maybe some sleeping pills and bottle of whiskey. But most of all he needed something to sleep in. The thought of him only in his trousers at Lisbons was...appealing indeed, but also a little off in his current condition.
„I´ll just grab something to sleep in."
„Okay."
After that they drove silently again.
She didn´t pay much attention to him these couple of weeks. She watched him that for sure, but nothing more. They had so much work it was exhausting, emotionally and physically too. Now she saw that it was a mistake to leave everything for him to sort on his own.
Lisbon thought that after the...revenge serving, it would be better for him. He got his revenge, saved her life, for what she is thankful beyond words, and she kind of thought that things gonna be okay.
But they weren´t.
So after the nightmare she just couldn´t leave him alone. Not anymore. Jane needs somebody even if he pushes you away. It´s just a protective mechanism, and Lisbon got the same one. Neither of them was ever fond of sharing feelings, but that doesn´t mean he doesn´t need to.
It might be hard, and as same exhausting experience as the work right now, but this is far more important to her.
She want him to be happy.
Lisbon parked in front of his motel and insisted on going in there with him. He really didn´t want her to come but it was no point in arguing with her. So she went in. The room was almost empty. There was the bed, neatly made and rack, chair and desk. The only personal bearing were some books pilled on the desk. Jane went to pick something up so she took a quick look around. And she found something. Something that was not alright at all.
„Jane?"
„Yes Lisbon?"
„What the hell is this?"
He looked at her and saw where she was standing. Near his bed. Oh well.
„That is a bed Lisbon, you are supposed to sleep in it."
„Not that!, she said a little louder than she intended. I mean the blood! Why is there blood on the carpet?"
„Oh, that."
„Yeah that, what is it doing there?"
„Nothing much, just stains the carpet, it is a shame really..."
„Jane! What did you do? You...didn´t...try to hurt..." Her eyes trailer at his wrists.
Jane rolled his eyes.
„It´s nothing like that."
„Then what? Tell me, now."
He sighed a little and sat on the bed. Lisbon didn´t sat down, she just continued to look at him with a big frown. She was again getting all authoritative on him. No point in lying to her.
„Couple of nights ago I kind off passed out and hit my head. That´s all."
„Passed out?" She sat down too. „Did you go see a doctor? Oh wait, you are Jane so of course you didn´t."
„It was not a big of a deal, in fact, I slept good that night, it was a little uncomfortable sleeping on the ground but otherwise it was the best sleep in ages."
Lisbon gave him a very angry Lisbon look. He liked that look. In fact he liked almost all of her looks.
„You hit your head?"
„A little."
„Show me."
He moved his head a little so she could see. It was on the back of his head, nothing serious but the unconscious that followed after it was a bliss. He woke up the next morning feeling little unwell but quite rested. It was a small price to pay, really. Lisbon reached for the back of his head, to find a rather big scab hidden in his curls.
„It is quite big, you could be having a small concussion."
„Meh, I am okay."
„You don´t know that! Have you been feeling unwell? Headaches? Dizziness?"
„No and no and third time no. I am fine Lisbon, but thank you for your concern."
She stood up, still frowning at him.
„You better be, got everything you need?"
„Yes m´dam."
Rolling her eyes at him she went out. He followed her, smiling a little.
When they finally reached the destination Lisbon could see just how tired he was. Usually he wouldn´t shut up when she was driving, but this time he just sat there with closed eyes. Lisbon hoped that he could sleep at least this night. And there was something else she needed to take care off.
„We´re here."
Jane smiled a little, „I know."
„C´mon, lets get you to bed."
Jane went to her bathroom. The scent of cinnamon shampoo invaded his senses and he breathed in. It was the scent he liked so much. He washed his teeth and changed into a plain white shirt and sweatpants. Then he looked at himself in the mirror. He did look terrible. With a sigh he exited the bathroom to find Lisbon lying in bed already. He hesitated for a moment not sure what to do. Lisbon didn´t really say where he is going to sleep. Maybe there was a couch ready for him.
„What are you waiting for?" came a soft murmur from the bed.
He chuckled.
„Just admiring the view."
„Then stop and get over here, I am tired."
He went to the bed and lied down. It was a comfortable bed. With Lisbon in it. Hell, it might have been a bed with nails and he wouldn´t complain if she was there with him.
„Always so impatient"
„Oh, shut up!"
„Yes, my dear."