Okay – First I'd just like to apologise for some of the spelling/grammar errors in the last chap – I was just reading it and realised how crappy it was :/ But this one will be better! Thanks, and cookies, go out to everyone still reading! Also a special thanks to Miss Peg, who has been giving me really helpful pointers to improve my writing :D And also to all my signed reviewers, Donnamour1969, SteeleSimz, (and miss peg) And a huge shout out to my no. 1 fan xD SBLover xD *waves* Thankyou all for your support and please enjoy and review!

Chapter 4: A Week. Gone.

It had been exactly a week since Jane had left, and still, he hadn't contacted her. Lisbon sat at her desk in her office, staring at the empty white couch across from where she sat. She had sent at least another five texts, and attempted to call him once, but didn't leave a message, angrily hanging up when it went to voicemail. Each text was practically the same thing. 'where are you?' 'u ok?' 'wuu2?' and all had practically the same reply. Nothing.

At this thought, Lisbon tore her eyes from the couch and looked instead, to the bullpen. She couldn't keep acting like this. All distracted, spacing out, mouthing off, it just wasn't professional. She decided she should go get a coffee as a distraction. Jane would contact her eventually. He just needed time.

Lisbon got up and headed out to the kitchenette, walking significantly faster than necessary.

…

While Lisbon was in her office, the other three agents had been talking; discussing the situation with Jane and Lisbon.

"Nah, we need to think about his motives." Said Cho, talking not of a suspect, but of their missing consultant, Jane.

"Motives for what?" Rigsby asked with a confused expression as he sat back in his chair.

"It was obvious wasn't it?" Grace asked, looking at Rigsby, "Jane wanted Wainwright to fire him… but why?"

Rigsby looked from Grace to Cho and back again. "What- you're saying Jane provoked Wainwright?"

"You were there man." Said Cho. "You saw it, have you ever seen Jane speak like that? No. And neither have I."

Rigsby nodded in understanding. "Yeah, and by the look on the boss' face I'd say she hadn't either." Rigsby said, now leaning forward again, eager to accept this idea.

At the sound of the kitchenette's cupboards opening and closing, Van Pelt swiveled in her chair to see Lisbon raiding the cupboards – most likely for coffee, then finding nothing, mumbling, and moving to the next cupboard.

Grace couldn't help but feel sorry for her Boss, she couldn't half imagine what Lisbon was going through… Jane was their friend and colleague yes, but Lisbon was closer to Jane than she was to anyone else, and Grace doubted if Jane had anyone closer to him than Lisbon.

…

How could they have RAN OUT OF COFFEE. Lisbon opened another two doors of the kitchenette, and found plates. No coffee. She moved round to the first cupboard, located right above the kettle. Maybe she'd just overlooked it the first time. She opened the doors. Sugar. Sweetener. Tea. Well she would have tea, but then Jane would… oh.

Lisbon stepped back from the counter, her eyes still on the small box of teabags. She was holding her coffee mug tight to her stomach, as she remembered that Jane would not be angry if she took his- the tea. He wouldn't even care. He wouldn't even know.

"Hey Boss," Grace's soft and friendly voice interrupted Lisbon's thoughts, so suddenly that Lisbon's grip on the mug loosened, and the mug fell to the hard floor, smashing into about five or six pieces.

"Shoot." Lisbon whispered with so much frustration and venom that it sounded like she was trying to scare off a vicious herd of wolves. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned, realising suddenly that Van Pelt had seen her embarrassing reaction. "Sorry…"

"It's okay Boss, Rigsby'll get it, let's go out for a coffee." Van Pelt said with a calming smile.

Lisbon looked down at the shattered mug.

"Nah… I, I can't – there's work to do and-"

Cho and Rigsby's voices erupted from the bullpen.

"Go Boss!" "Have fun!" "We'll clean that up!"

Lisbon looked from the smiling faces in the bullpen, to the broken pieces of mug on the floor, and then back to Grace's concerned and smiling eyes.

"Come on Boss. Please?"

Lisbon sighed, losing eye contact, then looked up to Van Pelt again with a small smile.

"Yes, okay Van Pelt, thank you."

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