Lisbons POV
'Jane,' I sighed once the figure was gone, and moved even closer so that we were as close to an embrace as was humanly possible whilst wearing handcuffs.
'Hey Lisbon.' He replied, leaning down slightly so that his head was resting on top of mine in as comforting a way as he could muster.
'So,' I began, 'you think we're gonna die tomorrow?' I asked in a light-hearted tone, but a crack in my voice gave away my fear.
'Yea' Jane replied, 'I do.'
'Jane,' I began, 'I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I love you… Patrick. I've loved you since that first time you walked into my office.'
'I love you too Teresa. I promise, I won't let him hurt you.' Jane must still have been suffering from his concussion as his words were slurring. I maneuverer my head so I could face him, and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. HE returned the gesture and I had to pull away when tears started to flood my eyes.
We adjusted ourselves and found the most comfortable way to sleep. I rested my head on his stretched legs, while he leaned against the wall.
Tomorrow was going to be a hard day.