The Old Team: Chapter 4
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"Lisbon, will you make me tea?" He whines from his armchair. He's draped over it, his legs dangling over the one arm and his head awkwardly lying half-on half-off of the other.
Van Pelt and Cho are off with the SFPD team, following every possible angle. It's just him, Rigsby and Lisbon in their makeshift office.
Lisbon's eyes peer over to him in disbelief, but her fingers don't stop their violent assault on the computer keyboard. "You're kidding me, right?"
He lifts his neck to crack the kink developing in it from his uncomfortable position. "No. Please?"
"You're closer to it than anyone else! Get up and make it yourself." It's true. The coffee machine and kettle are right behind him on the table.
"I don't think I can get up."
Rigsby snorts from across the table, where he's sitting. That was a mistake.
"Rigsby, since you think he's so funny, you can go make him tea."
His face falls.
"Nuh-uh no can do." Jane mumbles. "I don't like it when he makes it. It tastes weird."
She sighs exasperatedly and for a minute he thinks she's going to refuse. But she reluctantly pulls herself up from her seat and starts making him tea (Somehow his turquoise teacup and saucer also came with them to San Francisco).
He smiles silently. Of course he lied when he said he can't get up. This position is extremely uncomfortable, his neck will probably never be the same and it makes him miss his couch like crazy, but if he really tried he knows he'd be able to get up. He just really wanted her to make his tea.
She makes it extra special nice. He doesn't know why, because she doesn't put the milk in first like he always says. But he likes it all the same.
He also likes the way she looks when she's making him tea – if someone was looking in, they'd probably say he was staring at her. Lucky Rigsby was distracted by something on the computer screen. Otherwise he'd never be able to live down the way he's looking at her at the moment. Rigsby's already smirking at him knowingly since he caught him listening into Lisbon and Bridget's conversation.
He quickly averts his eyes when she turns to bring him his tea. When she reaches him, she extends her hand. He looks at it questioningly.
"You can't drink your tea when you're lying like that. You'll spill. Take my hand; I'll help you sit up since you can't do it on your own."
He takes her (tiny, slim, pale, silky, cool) hand and pulls himself up, making an effort to wince convincingly and groan like his limbs are on fire. She rolls her eyes like he's being overdramatic (which he is), but he can tell by the way her eyes softens that she's concerned. She is Teresa Lisbon; after all, she's had motherly instincts since the age of twelve.
Once he's up she hands him the cup and he takes a tentative sip. He closes his eyes at the taste of his favorite beverage.
"Mmmm… Like only you can make it. Thank you, Teresa." He smiles his most charming smile and watches her demeanor become uncomfortable and walk back to her seat.
She goes back to working on her computer.
He wonders if she'll ever know just how beautiful she is when she's in her element, working a case. Probably not, her being her.
He's always known she's a beautiful woman. I mean, it's obvious, and just because he's broken and royally messed up doesn't mean he's blind and stupid. And she isn't that obvious kind of beauty, the kind you look at, like, and then move on because there are a million models in magazines with that look. She's the kind of beautiful that pulls you in like a magnet. At first, you're taken by the obvious physical things. But the more you look the more beautiful things you notice.
The freckles that speck her nose (she scrunches her nose in irritation at the computer screen that did something wrong).
The way her eyes change from blue to grey to that magnificent green, depending on her mood (Right now they're hidden behind long, black lashes as she peers down at her work).
That deep dimple in her one cheek, adding something so perfectly asymmetrical to her that he can never quite name (It twitches as she tries to hide a smile of triumph.).
"Found something, Teresa?" He asks.
She looks up confused at his question. How does he..?
"I might've found a break. I got a hold on Montez's financial records. For the last six months he's had weekly transactions with a Candace Deane, three counts of prostitution against her. He pays her the exact same amount every Wednesday."
"So you think he'll keep to his schedule and go visit Miss Deane this Wednesday?"
"It's worth a shot." She walks out of the office.
As he watches her leave, he wonders why she's still alone. It's not like men are lining up at her doorstep, but she certainly doesn't have a shortage of suitors. If she really wanted, if she tried, she could very easily find a man willing to settle down with her.
He smiled fondly and took another sip of his tea. Luckily she isn't like that. Lucky for him, anyway. He gets jealous at Brian Drake, what to say if she actually had a relationship with someone.
He hears the voices of the team returning and Lisbon briefing them on her discovery. He chuckles at her commanding tone of voice. That's my girl…
He slowly hoists himself up from the chair. "C'mon Rigsby, let's join the rest of them in there."
Very random little chapter. I'll be very grateful for suggestions, I'm pretty stumped. Especially concerning the case they're working on.
Thanks Z