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4. Post-it
Jane closed his front door, heaving a sigh of relief. A criminal murdered, a victim who'd been partially guilty, a difficult case, and an agitated Lisbon. He and the rest of the team had taken four long days to round up the latest case, investigating one wrong track after another, and their boss had been worked-up about everything, no exceptions. But at least now it was all over.
The consultant took off his jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch. When he plopped down next to it, he noticed a bright yellow piece of paper sticking out of its pocket. He tore off the Post-It and observed with some surprise that it was the very same one he'd stuck on the bottle of vodka that had been hidden in the top drawer of Lisbon's desk. He'd discovered it on the first night of the case, quickly understanding that the next days would prove to be extremely long and unproductive. And when he'd seen Lisbon, overworked and in a constant state of irritation, he'd been afraid she would succumb to the dark side. So he'd briefly thought of which words to use before deciding to write 'Do not touch' on the bottle of alcohol, and putting a bar of dark chocolate right next it, which had been accompanied by the following message: 'Eat me'. He smiled when he discovered a pink Post-It stuck to the 'Eat me' one, immediately recognising Lisbon's handwriting:
"Thanks. P.S.: for future reference, my favourite guilty pleasure is dark chocolate with hazelnuts."
He stuck the pink Post-It onto his fridge, while contemplating the fact that Lisbon had apparently thought it useful to hang onto the 'Do not touch' message as a reminder. He congratulated himself once more for having phrased it in a playful manner, which had probably helped. He looked at the Post-It once more with smiling eyes.
"With hazelnuts," he read out loud. "Duly noted, Lisbon."
At the exact same time, Lisbon sat in her living room watching TV, finishing up the last of his bar of chocolate, wondering with a small smile on her lips if Jane had found her little message.
