Disclaimer: nope still not owning the mentalist. My life is still the same as it was yesterday.
Hey guys heres the next chapter for you, hope you enjoy it like the rest of my chapters. Mistakes are still mine. Enjoy guys.
When she asked the question, she kept her gaze on the man in question. He didn't look up he just kept staring into his cup of tea, she wasn't sure whether he was ignoring her or really just thinking over the question she asked. She was going to give him a couple more seconds before she asked him again. Tearing her eyes away from Jane to look down at her coffee, the warm dark liquid seemed to calm her nervous down a little, but when she lifted her head to look at Jane again the nerves came flooding back, he seemed so broken, so turn between something. Taking another sip of her coffee she decided the silence was too hard to bear any longer.
'Jane.' and when he still didn't reply, she thought she would try something she didn't really do. Reaching forward, she let her fingers brush against one of his hands that were wrapped around his mug. Jane flinched slightly at the touch before lifting his head from the mug. Lisbon saw the look in his eyes and she was slightly taken back from it. She was just drawing her hand back when his grabbed a hold of her wrist and threaded his fingers through hers. More concerned than shocked at his movements, she turned her gaze towards their hands, without really thinking about what she was doing just going with the feel of the atmosphere; she started to rub her thumb along his knuckles, just to show that she was there for him and that she cared. She once again lifted her gaze back to his eyes, and saw that he too was staring at their hands.
She let him think for a while, even though she wasn't as good at reading people like he was, but she knew that he was trying to shift through his thoughts, trying to get them in check before telling her. She looked down at their hands again, and noticed that she had a hold of his left hand, and that her thumb was brushing against his fingers, but she couldn't feel the cold metal that should have been on his ring finger. She started to think about when he had decided to take of his wedding ring, but didn't get too far in that thought as Jane had started talking.
When Jane had closed the door, he turned around to face Lisbon, and saw her sling her coat over the back of her couch, and when she had done that she had turned back towards him. He didn't bother moving away from the door, as he knew she was about to ask the question that everyone asks when someone was in their house. And she didn't disappoint him; she asked if he would like a drink and offered tea, how he could refuse that. Simply nodding his head, he watched her walk into her kitchen to start the drinks. Once she had disappeared into the kitchen, he gave a quick glance around her living room before following her into the kitchen. When he stepped into the kitchen, Lisbon was grabbing mug from one of the cupboards. He watched her for a second before heading towards the table and sat on the bar stool there. He knew that she would be a couple more minutes making the drinks, so he went back to the thoughts he was having outside her house. He didn't know why he taken the ring off his finger but it felt like that it was a good idea, and that his wife would be happy that he was trying to move on with his life, trying to be happy once again. He heard Lisbon sit across from him and hand him his mug of tea. He lifted his eyes away from his hand to take the mug from her and gave her a slight nod again. Then went back to his thoughts, he didn't hear anything that Lisbon had said to him, he was to into his thoughts. He was so into his thoughts that when he felt Lisbon grabbed his hand, he jumped slightly at the touch. But he recovered from it and grabbed a hold of her hand so that she didn't move away, she entwined their hands, and was slightly taken aback when she started to rub her fingers along his knuckles; it seemed to have a calming effect to it. He just kept staring at their hand when he felt the slight change to the rhythm her thumb was making and knew that she realized he wasn't wearing his wedding ring, so he spoke before she could.
'Lisbon….. Teresa' as he whispered her first name, her thumbs stopped moving over his finger, and she lifted her gaze up to meet his piercing blue eyes. She wasn't use to him saying her first name, to her that seemed to personal to call people by their, that's why she made her team call each other by their last name, so that they don't get emotionally involved with each other. But turning her attention back to Jane, She could see so many different emotions behind his eyes that she was scared to even look at him, but also so intrigued that she couldn't move her eyes away. She wasn't use to him being so open with his emotions, he usually hide behind a well practiced façade, so him sitting opposite her with it all showing through his eyes all she could do was sit there and continue to hold his hand as he began to speak again.
'Teresa.' He said again with a bit more confidence, and she was also starting to like the sound of it coming out of his mouth. He moved slightly and put his other hand on the one that was already one hers, and continued.
'Since I joined your team, I only had one target and that was to find Red John and kill him the way he killed my family. I was so clouded by my revenge, that I used your team to do just that. But as the years my revenge has lessened, and I see more clearly then I use to. I can start to see a future, and at first it scared the life out of me, because for the past couple of years my future involved one thing and one thing only. But now that I have had time to think about it, I'm starting to understand what I really want from life now. I mean don't get me wrong but when we catch Red John all I'm saying now might just get thrown out the window, but I can try and I'm hoping that will be enough.' Jane paused for a second, and Lisbon sat there still for a minute, before finding her voice.
'Be enough for what?' It took him a couple of second to reply to her question but when he did, she didn't know what to make of it.
'You.'