The drive home was short; she tried to keep her mind off what had just happened and how she had reacted to it.
She was NEVER one to run away from her problems, but she gave in.
She was confused, getting away from Jane seemed like the right thing to do,
She needed to think.
He had been such a jerk, pretending he didn't know anything. The fact he could lie to her like that made her want to smash something.
But then her subconscious wanted to forgive him right away. She hadn't even told him what he had done wrong.
Before she knew it she was home.
It was already 11:30pm.
She had a shower and changed in to her 'Lisbon 99' bears jersey and flopped into bed. Skipping dinner once again.
She promised herself she wouldn't cry herself to sleep. For the plain reason that she shouldn't need to. But it wasn't a problem.
She just couldn't sleep, she wanted too but her mind wouldn't let her rest. She probably thought of every single outcome of any action she could take on the event of today.
Maybe it was just another lie.
Maybe he was talking about something else.
But the gun, the 'good luck' the 'love you'
He had always remembered and she knew that. He could remember everyone he shook hands with, there was no way in hell he would have forgotten telling Lisbon he loved her.
These thoughts kept her tossing and turning all night. Sunlight crept into the room and carried her body downstairs. She headed straight to the coffee machine, taking the coffee as a substitute for sleep. 3 cups later and she was dressed for work,
Ready with her keys to report in to the newly found crime scene of a mid aged man who had been shot in an alley.
'People should know better than to hang around dark alleyways at night. How stupid can one be?' she thought to her self.
Nevertheless, the stupid should be given justice too.
She jumped in the car and drove to the scene.
When she arrived at the crime scene she was surprised to see that Jane was already there. He must have gotten a better sleep than her.
Although as she got closer she noticed bags under his eyes, he looked tired, stressed and worn out.
Cho started to fill her in-
'White Caucasian male, late 30s, no ID yet, COD is ..'
'Morning Lisbon'- interrupted Jane.
He sounded nowhere near as chirpy as usual, it was more of a kind & tired voice.
'Morning' She replied, almost as dead pan as Cho.
There was a silence, this time more awkward than the last.
Cho and Rigsby noticed, they gave each other a look and went on like nothing had happened.
The whole morning seemed to drag on forever.
But Lunch break finally came; Vanpelt, Rigsby and Cho were gathered in the lunchroom.
" Do you guys think something happened between the boss and Jane…. I mean aren't they acting… strange? – Asked Rigsby
'What do you mean? They seem fine.'- Added VanPelt
'Well, this morning at the crime scene, they seemed so cold, like they had a fight or something'
'They did look tired though' added Cho.
'Maybe they're just having a rough day, god knows Jane's a hand full, I wouldn't blame Lisbon for wanting to take a rest from him once in a while' said VanPelt
'I guess so'
The conversation was left at that, they figured it was best to stay out of the bosses business if they wanted to keep their jobs.
Back in Lisbon's office, she was skipping lunch to fill out some forms when she heard a knock on her door frame.
'Hey' It was Jane.
'Can we talk?' he said.
Part of her was nervous but the other half relieved.
When he walked in her office she suddenly felt at home again. But even Underneath they both knew nothing really needed to be said. They knew they didn't have a "normal" relationship.
They teased each other.
They play hit each other.
They called each other names.
But underneath that, anyone with eyes could see how much they cared.
Because if you listened to every 'shut up'.
There was an 'I love you' inside it.
He closed the door, and took a seat on the chair opposite hers at the desk.
To get her undivided attention, he slowly placed his hand over hers and glided his thumb across her knuckles, washing away all her worries and problems. Like water flowing over rocks in a lake, taking away all the dirt and leaving it cleansed.
Each and every little piece of her attention was indebted to Jane.
It had been so long since he had last felt her touch like this, he remembered when he first met her, how harsh she would be, if he had touched her like this back then, he would have been handcuffed and possibly punched in the face.
She had built her wall so high but Jane seemed to have the ability to just walk through.
He had found the precious jewel that lay beneath the gun and badge. The fragile and exquisite emerald whom you must bring into your own sunlight to see its true beauty.
He was so lucky to have her, he may be the broken one but she was the one who needed saving.
Jane knew that.
He would protect her no matter what, and he knew that no matter what happened, they wouldn't be able to live without each other.
They loved each other. Not platonically or romantically. They have a love that couldn't be labeled.
It didn't need to be.
It was special.
Something only a handful of people will ever find.
True love.
Of any type or form.
'Teresa...'
' I need you to come somewhere with me tonight' he whispered.
'huh?' She replied, sounding as if she were a 6 year old child waking up from a pleasant dream.
'After work.'
With that he glided his thumb over her knuckles once more, and gave her a gentle smile before pulling away and leaving the room.
Cold air suddenly brushed over were his warmth once was.
It had only been a few seconds and she was already longing for his touch once more.