Hello lovelies! An epilogue, just for you, since you asked so nicely. Thank you again for your wonderful reviews 3
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine, yada, yada, yada...
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Sun was setting behind Lisbon's back, it's light making soft shadows in the bullpen. She decided to take a short break from paperwork and stepped to the window. She admired beautiful colors of tree leafs, in which they turned at autumn. That was one thing she grew to like about FBI offices: glass walls that let in so much light. From the spot she was standing, she could see people entering – or at this time of day – leaving the building. She remembered how she hated all this glass, when she first arrived here, stating that it makes her feel like a fish in aquarium. She really just missed old offices back at the CBI in Sacramento. They were crowded, dim, but cosy. And they were her second home.
She settled in to the new offices eventually, but mostly it was the people she really had to get used to, not the place itself. The team became her new family, the one she missed while she was in Washington. Of course Rigsby and Van Pelt visited her occasionally, and Jane wrote her letters, but it just wasn't the same.
Now, she felt like home again. CBI, FBI, what's the difference? She again had a nagging, but extremely understanding boss, her longtime coworker Cho, whom she respected not only as a great agent, but also as a dear friend, Wylie and Fischer, her new fellow agents and of course: her favourite consultant.
Six months have passed since that terrible phone call and his wound was almost healed. He was still careful when it came to physical activities, but otherwise everything was just as it was before.
Well, almost everything. Something has changed about him. Every time he had a 'hunch', he called her, or left a sticky note on her desk. He checked in on her, just to talk, to tell her he was okay. And something has changed between them also. Something, she couldn't just place yet. After that day, they fell back into their usual routine. He brought her coffee every morning, and they sat on his couch, sipping from their cups. Only now, maybe they sat a little bit closer. And when he slept on his couch she watched him and listened to his breathing just a little bit longer. Just to make sure he was okay.
Sun was now no longer to be seen, so she retreated to her desk to finish up the reports. Another thing that hasn't changed: all this bureaucracy.
She saw him approach with a grin on his face and a mischievous spark in his eyes.
"Whatever nonsense you're doing, I think it's enough for today," he said as he stepped around her desk.
"Is that so? Well you know, if it wasn't for you, there wouldn't be half as much of this nonsense I'm doing."
He picked up her coat and waited for her to stand up from her chair. She let him help her put on the coat and move her hair from underneath it, while she playfully rolled her eyes at him.
"So if may I ask where are we going?"
"First, we're grabbing some food, because you skipped lunch again," he stated as in matter of factly.
"And then my dear, I'm taking you dancing."
Thoughts?