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Past:

"Wait!" she called, and the cop turned around to face her.

"Yes?"

"Has a new key been cut yet?"

Present:

The local cop stared at Lisbon confused, then looked down at Jane and Lisbon's handcuffed wrists.

"Um," he started, "I wouldn't know. You're gonna have to ask my supervisor."

The cop turned and walked down the corridor.

Lisbon had pretty much forgotten that Jane was there at all until his voice broke into her thoughts.

"Lisbon, no matter how evilly you stare at his back, it won't make his supervisor suddenly be on the phone."

Lisbon looked at Jane, rolled her eyes, and walked so fast back to the bullpen that Jane had to practically jog to keep up with her pace.

Lisbon marched into her office, picked up the phone, and dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Hello this is Agent Teresa Lisbon from the CBI."

"Hold on."

Lisbon listened at the phone, and heard people talking in the background. Things like: "Yeah the one that's handcuffed to Patrick Jane." "Jim says she had a bandage on her wrist. Do you think she tried to cut her arm off?"

Laughter.

The talker cleared their throat and the background laughter ceased.

"Yes… er.. Agent Lisbon. How can we help?"

"I was wondering," Lisbon tried to compress her rage and embarrassment as a she spoke, "If another key had been cut yet."

Silence.

"Sir? Another key?"

"Ah," he said, "Ah, yes. The key. No, sorry, not cut yet."

Lisbon hung up on the local.

"Woah," said Jane, "Calm down Lisbon."

"I-" she started,

"You what?"

"I. Need. To…"

"Need to what?"

"I. Need. To. Go."

"Go where?"

Lisbon stared at him.

"Oh! Go! Oh dear. How are we going to do that?"

"There's no we. I am going to do that. You are going to follow me."

Jane looked both shocked and utterly confused. Lisbon was pulling him like a sled-dog once more. Wait. They weren't heading outside, or to the men's toilet. They were headed to the ladies.

"Um… Lisbon? Do you think this is a good idea?"

Lisbon ignored Jane's question and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the women's toilets. She marched right over to a cubicle, stopped, turned, and looked straight at him.

"Ok. Here's how it's gonna work. See how the cubicle walls aren't touching the floor at all? While I go into this cubicle, you go into the one next to it, and kneel down so that the chain is going from one cubicle to the other."

Jane stared at her like she had lost her mind, but then reassured her with:

"Well when you've gotta go, you've gotta go!" and he ducked into the next cubicle.

Jane couldn't have said he was comfortable. He was squished up against the side of his cubicle, and his wrist was killing him because of the handcuff. Lisbon hummed away, then Jane heard the sound of the toilet flushing, and relief washed over him.

"Okay Jane, I'm done."

They carefully eased their way out of the cubicles, turned to face the door, but it was not the door they saw. It was Hightower.

Future:

Neither Jane nor Lisbon ever thought that they would be showering together. Until today.

Ok, so did you like it? I know it is REALLY short, I'll try to make the chaps longer. Also, I don't think Lisbon would approve of me centering a whole chapter around her going to the toilet, but hey. XD I'm weird like that.

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