I wasn't sure when I started writing this story if I would link it to its twin, He's my One and only, from Lisbon's POV. But it makes sense. So it follows the same storytelling as the other one.
Thanks for the comments. Hope you'll like this new chapter.
I need to reassure Teresa. As soon as Abbott will tell her about Erica being under our radar, uncomfortable souvenirs might resurface. She knows Erica and I have a special connection, more of a mutual appreciation of each other's mind.
I need to come up with something to reassure Teresa, I need to go out of this building to be able to think.
"Where are you going agent Jane."
Quick look at the clock on the wall.
"Hey Wylie... uh... I won't be long. I should be back before 4pm."
It leaves me almost an hour to figure out a way to prepare Lisbon for our next mission.
When I come back to the office, she is there, at her desk. She may be looking at files on her computer but I can tell from the tiny wrinkles on her forehead that she is preoccupied. She must be thinking about Erica. Worrying about the next scheme Erica will come up with when we'll meet her. The escape act she made on her last consulting job with the CBI had not been taken well by Lisbon. The worse was surely that I did know before it happened and said nothing to prevent it.
I know I shouldn't ask bluntly what's wrong with her but sometimes I cannot resist the temptation of asking, even if I know the answer from the look she's giving me.
She hasn't noticed me yet and I can observe her from where I stand. I should pour myself a cup of tea to enjoy the view even more.
"Who touched my cup? Come on people, is there no respect left in this world?"
I turn and Cho is there, looking at me like a toll station traffic lady: expressionless stare.
"Oh come on Cho, you do believe in the value of private properties..."
"Yes. That's not the problem. It's just a cup."
"I know it's not you, I will find out soon enough."
Cho is nodding disapprovingly. He's used to my ways but always remind me that I'm sometimes behaving illogically, from his point of view. For me it is very logical. Well... most often than never.
Lisbon has finally deigned to lift her head in my direction. She must be thinking I'm being foolish. Oh, well, so be it. At least she's forgetting momentarily about Erica.
Wylie is being suspicious... He knows something. I can tell from the way he cannot stand my staring at him. He avoids direct eye contact. I can see that his pulse has quickened and as I'm getting closer to his desk, I can sense that he is starting to sweat.
I'm about to close on my pray when Lisbon intervenes.
"Stop torturing Wylie, Jane."
I stop but I'm not letting him go this easily. So I murmur for his ears only:
"I know you know."
I have to face Lisbon now. She is not happy. Her looks tells me she has been preparing a lecture for the time I was out this afternoon. God, she's adorable when she's cross with me.
That's it for the weekend. Please review and don't hesitate to help me correct my spelling (English is not my native language). Thanks for reading!
