Prompt:
Hey! Could you please do a fic where Jane stays blind and Lisbon takes him back to her apartment after work to look after him. Give him something to eat and guide him to the couch to sleep. Maybe she offers him her spare room should he stay blind longer than expected. Thank you! :)))))
He blinked his eyes a couple of times, hoping beyond hope that this would clear his vision. He could hear Lisbon anxiously waiting by the door to the bullpen. His face fell as her figure did not come into view. What he wouldn't give to be able to see again, to see her again. But there was nothing. He felt his couch droop as she sank down next to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Still can't see. Other than that I'm peachy"
Lisbon placed a hand on his arm and rubbed it gently "I'm sorry"
"Not your fault" he tried to raise his mask again. If there was anything that Jane was good at it was pretending he was okay.
She cocked her head to the side, not quite sure how he was going to react to her next question, it might make him feel even weaker and helpless "Do you want to come back to my place this evening?"
"That's a very nice offer Teresa, I'm flattered" he smiled in her general direction.
"Hush" she slapped him on the shoulder "Not like that. Just you can't drive anywhere, you need someone to look after you"
Jane's smile slipped a little but he nodded "Thank you, Lisbon"
They drove how they usually did – silence interspersed with friendly banter. She kept throwing worried glances in his direction, grateful that he couldn't see her. He was wearing the sunglasses again so that his wild eyes did not scare anyone.
"Lisbon, I can feel you looking at me" he muttered quietly, a big grin on his face "Stop worrying about me"
"Oh shut up, Jane" she threw another slap at him.
"Abuse!" he cried, feigning hurt.
She turned to face him, her slightly upturned lips gave her away "Don't make me kick you out of the car, I will do it"
"You wouldn't"
Thankfully they both made it to Lisbon's apartment in one piece. Lisbon had to guide Jane from the car to the front door, no amenable feat. He kept on insisting that he knew where he was going, then would crash into a wall and ask her for directions, then it would start all over again. Jane had always been an arrogant son of a bitch. After a brief fumble for her keys she managed to unlock the door and unceremoniously shoved Jane inside so that he was less likely to break himself.
"Go sit down on the couch" she ordered him, hanging her coat up and tossing her bag to the side.
He nodded once and started heading in completely the wrong direction.
"Jane, turn left" she instructed him again, this time laughing as he walked, cautiously, forwards. He reminded her of someone ice skating for the first time, his arms were stretched out, ready to stop him from crashing into things, and his legs were spread wide. Lisbon covered her mouth with her hand in order to muffle her giggles.
"Stop laughing at me, Lisbon" once he was seated on her plain couch, he spoke again "I never thought of you as the giggly type"
She shut her mouth instantly and stopped laughing. While they were the best of friends at work, they rarely saw each other in a non-professional environment, and barely ever were they alone.
"So what exactly were you planning to do after you brought me here?" Jane asked sincerely. It was one thing to spend a fun evening with you friend, and another to spend it with you blind, albeit temporarily, friend when you had nothing for them to do.
"Eat?" She said "Get some rest?"
"Why Lisbon, I thought you said no funny business!"
"Not together, idiot"
He pretended to look deeply hurt, but his devilish smile gave him away when he could no longer contain it.
"What do you want to eat? I have …" she opened her refrigerator to check its contents "… very little. Will pizza do you?"
"Typical cops" he laughed at her and would have rolled his eyes if not for the blindness and glasses "Pizza's fine. Ooh can we get pepperoni?"
"Sure"
They ate their pizza on the couch, Lisbon didn't want Jane to have to move around too much because it increased the risk of him breaking something. Having nothing else to do, they talked, asked each other questions. Despite the nature of their relationship and the friendly atmosphere that they had created, there were still topics that neither of them dared to approach. It did not put either of them under pressure but it did have a slight effect on the conversation, like a presence that no one wanted to address for fear of what it could be. Once they were both sufficiently full Jane stretched out sleepily.
"Jane, you can't sleep there" Lisbon chided as she cleared away the rubbish from their take-out dinner "Take my bed"
"No, Lisbon, I'm fine. I won't kick you out of your bed after you've been so hospitable."
"You're injured, you need to rest"
"I'm fine" he reiterated. Jane was nothing if not chivalrous to the people he cared about.
"I'm serious, take the bed"
"No" with that he burrowed down into the couch and closer his eyes.
Lisbon shook her head with a chuckle. That man was no good to himself. She pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and gently draped it over him. "Goodnight, Jane"
"Goodnight, Teresa"
