Hiiii. Yes it is another update. The weather has turned nasty so being stuck in the house most days gives me more time to update.
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Disclamier: I want to own the Mentalist but sadly I don't...
Jane paced the floor of his motel room. It was just gone after ten. Lisbon should have rung him over an hour ago. He inwardly groaned not looking forward to the long night's drive but first he needed to deal with this matter.
There was a small soft knock at the motel door pulling him out his own thoughts. Jane inhaled a breath, preparing himself to face what greeted him on the other side. He opened the door with an air of confidence about him but that quickly faltered when he saw it was, in fact, his runaway wife.
"Teresa?" Jane couldn't hide the overwhelming joy at her unexpected arrival at his motel room.
"Jane." She greeted back more coldly. Lisbon peeked over his shoulder to the empty room behind him. "May I come in?"
"Yes, of course. I thought you - well. You're back, that's the main thing."
He shut the door behind them taking another breath to compose himself and his heart rate. Turning himself around his eyes glazed over with emotion as he took in the sight of his wife for the second time since returning to Texas.
Lisbon anxiously fidgeted with her cross as she stood close to the bed. Jane noticed the dark bags under her eyes and how thin she really looked. Her hair was styled differently than two days ago. It was now styled long and straight with bangs. A style she once wore a few years ago as a team leader at the CBI. If he was completely honest he much preferred her hair with its natural waves. Although he wasn't about to share that and rock the apple cart.
Lisbon swallowed nervously, stuffing both her hands into her jeans pockets hoping that would hide her nerves. She inhaled a deep breath when Jane turned around from the door. He looked good, really good, more toned and firmer in build too. He was wearing her favourite navy suit with his light pale shirt with his sleeves rolled up to elbow and those old brown scruffy shoes. Everything about his look she had once loved. Clearly god was testing her right now.
On any other day she probably would have jumped his bones pulling him down onto the bed before he knew what hit him but things were different now. She quickly pushed those racy thoughts away especially as they were alone in a motel room together. She had to remain strong and see this through. For her own sake.
"Look, I know I should have called first but I wanted to come speak to you face to face… you are right, we do need to sort things out about us," Lisbon informed him, her voice faltering a tiny bit towards the end.
Jane's eyes narrowed as he watched his wife trying to put on a professional front and treating him like he was some sort of case or suspect rather than the man she fell in love with and married. He also noticed her left hand kept touching her jacket pocket. She obviously had something in there that was making her nervous but Jane decided to wait to see if she would bring that subject up.
"You've changed your hair," Jane said in response before Lisbon could start with her no doubt well-rehearsed speech. "It's looks nice."
He smiled warmly at her as he stuck one hand casually in his pants pocket and moved further in the room coming closer to stand near her. His compliment completely threw Lisbon off her train of thought. As per usual nothing ever goes by the book when Patrick Jane was involved.
"Uh, thanks…" Lisbon stuttered, smoothing down her new style hair subconsciously. Even after everything that had happened he still managed to have that effect on her. Turning her weak at the knees with a flash of a Patrick Jane dazzling smile and his silver lined tongue.
"How's the nose?" she asked, trying to remain unaffected by that seductive smile he was now giving her.
"Well, I won't lie. It's pretty sore." Jane smirked, letting her know he wasn't angry at her about the punching incident. He was used to getting a smack for his troubles anyway. Lisbon quickly diverted her gaze downwards out of shame. She was sorry for her very public angry outburst two days ago. "Well, yeah, I am sorry about that. I shouldn't have reacted that way."
"No you are not," Jane retorted, grinning in amusement when her apology didn't sound very convincing. Lisbon's head shot back up in surprise. Seeing the playful gleam in his eyes she couldn't help but return a small grin back. For a few seconds she felt contented again and warmth flowed through her. Nearly a year apart from each other but within seconds they had slipped straight back to being them. Realising she was letting her heart rule her head she quickly reverted back to her serious persona and cut the moment short between them.
"Look, I have come here to talk to you about… about something important…and I think the best way for us to deal with this-"
"Do you want some tea?" Jane interrupted. "There is some coffee but it's not going to be up to your standards," he told her casually before disappearing into the bathroom for water.
"What?... No, I don't want any tea. Jane, please I really need to- "
The sound of the faucet being run stopped her mid flow again. He was stalling her. Typical Jane, always the one to be in charge of a situation. Eventually Jane returned placing the kettle down and switching on the power. Lisbon sighed irritably preparing to start her prepared speech once more. "Look, please Jane, this isn't going to be easy for me to say so- "
"Lisbon. Sit, please," Jane guided her towards the chairs sat by the motel window. "Yes I am aware there are many things that we need to discuss and I promise we will do, all in time. I know you have many questions and I have a lot of explaining to do over why I disappeared but right now we have something much more urgent to deal with. There is something you need to know," Jane told her warmly but with a firm edge to his tone. Thankfully his move happened all so quickly Lisbon didn't have a chance to protest.
He smiled lovingly at his wife as he bent down to become more at eye level with her. He took a few moments staring deeply into her beautiful sparkly green eyes. He instantly noticed that her pupils seemed to be fully constricted and her eyes seemed a little glazed over but put those symptoms down to the strong medication she was currently taking. All he wanted to do in that exact moment was take her in his arms and never let her go but unfortunately he knew he'd get another hard punch for his troubles if he tried.
Jane's eyes automatically glanced down to her soft cherry lips as the idea of kissing her entered his mind and it took every fibre of his being not to. Regaining control of his senses he looked back up to her eyes, focusing on what he was going to say. He decided the best way forward was to just confront this situation head on.
"This is not going to be easy for me to explain but I need you to trust me, Teresa, okay? I get that you are angry and hurting right now but I need you to push all those feelings aside for the time being."
Lisbon sighed. This visit wasn't going the way she had planned it at all. "Jane, please…"
"No Lisbon, you need to listen to me, it's really important, you need to listen to what I am about to tell you…"
"Fine." Lisbon rolled her eyes, knowing her determined husband wasn't going to let the matter drop until he said his bit. Lisbon's brow furrowed when she saw there was a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. Very rarely did Patrick Jane lack in confidence and when he did it meant something serious.
"These past ten months haven't been what you think."
Jane watched as Lisbon's frown deepened, knowing full well he wasn't explaining very well. "What I mean is, you think we have been out of contact but we haven't."
"You're not making sense, Jane."
"I spoke to Cho, he told me you think I left you." Lisbon's eyes immediately diverted away from his as they started to fill with tears, the pain of what he had done still raw. "Lisbon, look at me. We have been in contact, Teresa, but for some unexplained reason you just don't realise or remember it."
Jane felt Lisbon's shoulders tense under his hands, her defences and walls immediately starting to go up.
"I can't explain why but I swear to you Lisbon I am trying to discover the truth so we can put this all right and you can know the truth," Jane said, giving a small sigh of relief that he had finally managed to explain what was going on. "I think you may be suffering from some sort of short term memory loss, Teresa, and we may need to get you some help."
The moment the words left his mouth he realised his mistake. Lisbon's eyes widened and she angrily pushed off the chair storming to the other side of the room in anger and disbelief.
"Excuse me? Get me some help?" Lisbon pointed angrily as she began pacing the room trying so hard to contain the rage building up inside her. "You know, I was actually stupid enough to think I would get some sort of explanation to why you ran out on me but instead what I get is… this is my fault and I need help?"
"No, that's not what I meant. You are taking what I am saying wrongly." Jane stood up facing his wife, his voice rising in frustration. She had totally twisted his words and taken it the wrong way. "My point is Lisbon, I never left you. I haven't been gone from your life."
Totally ignoring what he was now saying and feeling totally stupid she had thought things would be any different she snapped, "You are unbelievable, Patrick Alexander Jane. You rock up after a year of disappearing and this is the explanation I get. Some weak tale about how we have been talking and I don't know about it," She was annoyed that she had come to his motel and not gone straight home like her head had told her she should have done.
She had secretly hoped that Jane would explain everything and then beg her for forgiveness. What she hadn't prepared for was for him laying the blame at her door.
"Do you know what?! I am tired and I am going home to bed. I need some rest," Lisbon told him, fuming. Making her way over to the exit Jane spoke behind her. "You will be needing these then I suspect?"
Lisbon spun back around, her eyes widening when she saw her sleeping tablets and anti-depressants in his hands.
"How the hell did you… have you been to MY house!" Lisbon yelled snatching the pill bottles from him.
"Our house, actually," he corrected her. "Or is it someone else's now?" Jane watched as her eyes flew back up to meet his and a look of fear crossed her face. In that moment he felt like his gut had been sucker punched. Clearly Lisbon didn't want him to know about the new man in her life. The bigger answer to that question was why?
"You went back to the house?" Lisbon asked more nervously. Her heart was now racing at a thousand miles an hour. Jane had been to the house! Oh god what had he found or more to the point, who?
"Yes. I went to house. Don't panic, it was empty if that was what you were worrying about," Jane replied coldly, letting his wife knew he hadn't seen or met her new beau.
Suddenly a loud sharp knock at the motel door interrupted their heated argument. Jane stepped around Lisbon to answer it allowing them both a few seconds to control their tempers and emotions. Jane pulled open the door, instantly regretting it when he saw who was standing on the other side.
There, stood dressed in a very cheap looking brown fur coat and red high heeled stilettos was a woman. She was young, dark brunette, very attractive with long loose messy curls styled in her hair. She was wearing a bright crimson red lip gloss with a face full of over applied make up to match.
"Hey gorgeous. Well, well, you are certainly going to be a treat. All I usually get is fat over-weight ugly men looking to get a blow job."
With that the young girl pushed past Jane, entered his motel room and totally ignored a horrified Lisbon who was standing watching the scene unfold. The woman headed straight over to the bed dropping her cheap fur seductively on to the floor. Unfortunately, the young woman's actions revealed that she was wearing a very short black lacy see through dress, no bra and only a very skimpy pair of black G-string panties to cover her modesty.
"Ta-Dah. Do you like it? I made this dress from scratch myself," The young woman told the couple proudly as she did a small twirl with her hands on her hips for full effect.
"Who is she?" Lisbon spat, ignoring the young half naked woman now giving them a private fashion show. Lisbon's mind flagged up that there was something very familiar about this young woman but her head was too busy whirling with a hundred and one questions to pin point what it was exactly.
"Oh... If this is three-way then that's gonna cost extra, sweetheart," the young brunette informed them when she finally realised she wasn't the only woman in the motel room.
Lisbon's mouth dropped when her brain finally caught up. "You're a hooker?" The young woman rolled her eyes skywards at the statement.
"Yes, she is," Jane answered before the situation could get any worse than it already was. Moving closer to his wife seeing her mortified expression and seeing she was jumping to the completely wrong conclusions Jane grabbed her shoulders firmly turning Lisbon's attention fully towards him. "But she's not here for the reasons you are now thinking," he added.
"Right well clearly I am in the way here. I need to leave," Lisbon replied as she looked between her husband and the scantly dressed whore. Her breath became heavy as though she was having the starts of a panic attack. She needed to get out and find some air. She knew that Jane would never do anything like this but the fact of the matter was a hooker had turned up at his motel room and he had invited her.
"No, wait, I need you to…" Jane quickly reached out grabbing Lisbon's arm in an attempt to stop her from leaving the room.
"Let go of me…now," Lisbon snapped with real venom to her tone.
Jane let go, not wanting to receive another punch for his troubles. He could see she was going into some sort of panic attack and wondered if this was another side effect of her medication and how often she experienced them. The minute he released his grip Lisbon stormed out of his motel room not giving him or the whore a second look. Jane sighed heavily glaring at the young woman who now sat idly lounging on the bed in boredom.
"What's her problem?" The call girl asked, crawling seductively along the bed nearer to where Jane was standing and watching as his wife drive away.
"So shall we get this party started then, big boy?" The call girl reached out grabbing the buttons on Jane's pale blue shirt attempting to pull him to the bed but she was met with strong resistance.
"Please. Stop." He grabbed the girl's wrist pulling her fake manicure nail off his favorite shirt. "I called you here for information, not sex. My name is Patrick Jane. I am a consultant for the FBI."
The young woman's face froze in horror before scrambling her coat up off the floor. "I'm not a snitch. I am not snitching on Julian, I told you guys. I don't work with cops. Julian will beat me senseless if he thinks I am snitching."
"Relax, I just want to ask you some questions about one of your clients. I am not interested in this Julian. Please, it will only take a few minutes. Take a seat." With that Jane pulled out the calling card from his pocket, handing it over for the girl to see. The card had the name CANDY printed in big black bold letters on the front and a just cell phone number on the back. The woman only gave her regular clients her card so she knew the attractive FBI guy was telling the truth.
"His name is Wylie, Jason Wylie," Jane continued, shutting the motel room door to give them more privacy. He desperately wanted to go after his wife but after seeing her reaction on her memory loss he needed to find out the truth if he was ever going to convince Lisbon. Jane took a seat at the small round table motioning for the worried looking woman to do the same.
Candy eventually sat on the chair opposite, still eyeing the attractive man suspiciously. Jane remained silent as he studied the young woman. He knew instantly why Wylie was paying to see her. Despite the big long curly hair and the face full of cheap slap she was actually very attractive girl along with being the absolute spitting image of Agent Michelle Vega if you really looked beyond the drag queen look. The pieces of Wylie's strange puzzle were slowing falling in to place.
"Who?" Candy said, screwing her face up, clueless to who the guy was talking about.
"Young guy. Blond hair, IT Tech guy. Big into sci-fi." Jane pulled his cell phone out and showed the confused woman a picture of Wylie.
"Oh… you mean Jase… oh yeah, he's a cutie."
"So he is a regular client of yours, then?"
"Yeah, for about ten months now. Well I say client, he just pays me to spend time with him but we don't actually fuck! He just wants me to lay with him most nights… he says I remind him of someone he once knew." Cindy relaxed more, seeing the information the man wanted wasn't anything too serious. "It's not the weirdest client I have to be fair. One client has me put him in an adult diaper and spank him with a whip until he cries…"
Jane raised a sceptical eyebrow at that piece of information, always stunned by some people's idea of what classed for sexual and erotic pleasure. Shaking his head and disturbed by the image now floating in his mind Jane focused back on to the subject of Wylie.
"Do you know where Wylie, I mean Jason, may be at all? He has gone missing."
"Uh no," Candy replied, "but he never arranged for my regulars visits this week. I normally go three or four times a week to his place. Shame though because money is tight right now. People don't pay for sex anymore," Candy added grumpily. "Damn internet. Free porn, it's ruining my business. Might go into porn movies, there is big money to be had there and Julian reckons I could be a big star. Do you know I can swallow a-…?"
"Ok ok. Stop. I don't need to know that," Jane said interrupting the young woman and not wanting to know the rest of that sentence. It saddened him to see such a young girl caught up in this sort of sordid lifestyle. The woman couldn't have been more than twenty-one years of age at the most, only a few years older the Charlotte would have been, Jane thought to himself.
"Really? Because I could show you if you'd like." Candy smiled seductively blowing Jane a quick kiss with her crimson red lips still hoping she may get some business out of the evening.
"What's your name? Real name I mean?" Jane asked, totally ignoring her flirting.
"Rebecca. It's Rebecca. Candy's just my professional name."
Jane smiled warmly, grateful she was opening up to him more, dropping the sleazy call girl act. "Rebecca. Have you noticed any strange behaviour in Jason lately?"
"You mean apart from the fact that he makes me straighten my hair and makes me wear some awful grey pant suit and lay down on the bed with him. That sort of strange behaviour?" Cindy told Jane sarcastically, giving him an eye roll.
"Also he has all those creepy photos of some woman over his wall. You know, not once has he ever touched me, sexually. Not once. I'd say that was pretty weird. At first I was a little offended, I have a smoking hot body but now I just see it as easy money."
Jane hummed in contemplation, tapping his finger against his lips. He wasn't really surprised by what Rebecca was telling him. Wylie's obsession with Vega had clearly hit dangerous limits and if anyone could understand that Jane could.
"Rebecca. Could you please call me on this number?" Jane jotted his cell number on the back of her calling card. "If Jason calls you at all. Could you please call me straight away? I really need to find him it's really important."
"Is he okay?" The young woman asked concerned. "Is he in trouble?"
"No, no, he is not in any trouble. But we really need to find him. We are worried for his state of mind," Jane answered, genuinely concerned for the young guy's mental health. "I just need to find him. I believe he can help me solve a problem. It's really important." Jane hesitated for a few seconds glancing over to the door that Lisbon had stormed out of ten minutes before. "He could even help save my marriage in fact."
"Was that your wife?" Rebecca asked curiously as she saw the older man sadden while twiddling with his wedding ring.
"Yeah, we are currently going through a… rough patch," Jane chuckled ironically, smiling kindly at the young woman. "And she jumps to the wrong conclusions, although I will admit I do make that kind of easy for her." Jane chuckled again, not quite believing the mess he and Lisbon seemed to be in since his unexpected return home. Last week he thought everything was fine and that he would return home earlier than planned to surprise her. He had never anticipated this.
Rebecca accepted the card from Jane and pulled on her fur. "I am sure when you explain the real reason I was really here she will forgive you. Just tell her you love her and that you're sorry." The young girl stood up making her way to the exit to leave.
"Thanks Rebecca. Here take this," Jane passed a hundred-dollar bill into the young girl's hand whose eyes lit up at the sight of the free money. Seeing Rebecca out the door Jane said, "Oh, just one last thing, is this yours?"
With that Jane swung a pretty diamond pendant necklace in front of the young girl's face. Rebecca's eye's followed the sparkly expensive necklace. Once Jane was sure Rebecca was in a light trance he spoke. "Rebecca, once Wylie has called you and has been found, you are going to grab all your stuff and leave Texas for good. You are going to return to your home in Florida and you are going to seek out family who love and care about you. You are going to quit being a call girl and you are going to go back to college and become the dress maker you have always wanted to be. Do you understand me?"
Rebecca nodded, her eyes glazed over. Jane smiled, touching the woman on the shoulder and bringing her back out of the trance.
"Well I need to go. I need to go… home." Rebecca told Jane, her voice breaking as the sudden urge to return to Florida, to her grandmother, suddenly came over her.
"Bye Rebecca. Take care." Jane closed the door leaning his tired body against it. Tonight hadn't gone at all how he had hoped and it seemed to be that he had made things even worse between himself and Lisbon. He considered going over to her house but he had only just got her back to Texas, last thing he needed was her running off again. His first priority was to find Wylie and find out the real truth, and then he could focus on trying to put things right with Lisbon. He would wait until tomorrow to smooth things over. He knew deep down Lisbon wouldn't really believe he had rung a call girl for sex but her anger at taken over her again.
He lay down on the lumpy motel bed, shutting his eyes for a few minutes, the bridge of his nose now throbbing in agony. He needed to take his own medication. Tomorrow was a new day and things could only get better. Couldn't they?
Lisbon straightened her blazer waiting for the elevator doors to open to the bullpen. She had decided to get to work earlier than normal, in an attempt to show she was back to being the professional FBI agent again. Cho had managed to smooth things over with the big wigs regarding her embarrassing outburst but she recognised it would still be noted down in her personnel file for a short while and she needed to prove her worth. She had let her personal life interfere with her professional one, something in her twenty-year old career she never had let happen before.
Seeing the bullpen was still empty she felt relieved. It would give her time to get her head together before Cho and her colleagues arrived. She placed her handbag down on her desk spotting the white envelope peeking out of the top. She quickly grabbed it and stuffed it away in her top drawer. Out of sight. Out of mind.
Within an hour the bullpen had filled, with most of the other agents greeting Lisbon warmly on her return but she couldn't help notice the whispers circulating as the morning continued to go on.
"Hey Lisbon, good to have you back," Tork said as he stuffed a small donut into his mouth exiting from the break room.
"Hey Tork." Lisbon smiled as the shorter man brushed sugar icing off his tie. "I've been reading the report on this Smith case but I can't access the evidence files. Do you know what time Wylie is going to be in?" Lisbon asked, focusing back on the casefile in her hand.
"Don't you know?"
"Know what?" Lisbon looked up to see that her colleague's face had changed to a sombre expression.
"Wylie is missing."
"What? When?" Lisbon stood from her desk following Tork over to his. The feeling of guilt flooded her. She had been so wrapped up in her marital problems that she wasn't aware the young man was even missing.
"Last few days, Boss reckons. He has been acting weirdly and he rang in sick, but Cho and Jane are trying to find him. Pullman is on the case too. She has put a trace out on him." Tork nodded in the direction of a small blonde walking happily into the bullpen.
"Jane?"
"Yeah. He wants to find him for something. You can ask him yourself if you want." Tork nodded his head again as Jane strolled out of the elevator as if on cue. Lisbon turned to see her husband, looking dashing as ever, in a dark grey suit carrying a takeaway coffee cup in his hand.
"Et voila, my lady." Jane greeted her, handing the cup over and smiling lovingly at his wife as thought there was nothing going on between them.
"What's this?" Lisbon remarked sharply very aware of Tork and Pullman both eagerly watching waiting to see what event was going to unfold.
"It's your favourite brand of coffee. Thought you may be needing it this morning," Jane replied as Lisbon walked back to her own desk and not wanting a live audience on the next round of the Lisbon and Jane show.
"Did you buy one for Miss No Panties too?" Lisbon remarked snidely, internally angry at herself for letting her jealousy openly show.
"Actually she was wearing panties, it was a bra that she was missing," Jane quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Lisbon glared at him before grabbing her mug from her desk. "Wait. Okay I am sorry, that was in bad taste." Jane stepped in front of her blocking her path from running away. "You know I didn't call her last night for sex. You know me better than that, Teresa. Please, just let me explain." Jane held his hand out for them to move the discussion to Cho's empty office. Lisbon nodded in agreement and quickly grabbed the envelope from her desk. She could feel the sense of nausea building in the pit of her stomach but pushed the feeling aside for now and followed her husband across the bullpen.
Jane shut the door behind them but Lisbon was determined she would be in control of this discussion this time round. Getting straight to the point she asked. "So why did you call a hooker to your room. Huh?"
"To help find Wylie," Jane replied calmly.
At hearing that explanation Lisbon chuckled out loud. "Wylie? And a hooker? Oh, please."
"It's true."
"That's bull. Wylie would never pay for a whore. It's not in his nature," Lisbon snapped back.
"There is much more to it than that."
"Such as?" Lisbon asked curiously. Seeing her husband was being truthful with her she still couldn't believe Wylie would ever do such a thing.
"Agent Vega. That's why he pays the hooker. He has acquired a dangerous level of obsession with Vega and Rebecca reminds him of her."
Lisbon considered Jane's explanation as the image of the young girl from the night before popped into her head. She had looked like Agent Michelle Vega.
"Plus I think Wylie knows what is going on with you," Jane added, knowing this subject would go down like a lead balloon.
Lisbon rolled her eyes skywards. "Oh god, not this again. There is nothing going on with me, Jane. I don't have memory loss. Don't you think I would know if I had? Anyway we have other things we need to discuss… this is for you."
Lisbon held out the white envelope she had been holding since leaving the bullpen. Jane eyed the envelope suspiciously noticing the official stamp logo printed on the front.
"What is it?" he asked but not accepting the envelope.
"Well…well…" Lisbon stuttered nervously. She inhaled a deep breath, her heart thumping so hard she felt like it would burst out of her chest at any minute. Her mind was racing with fears and doubts as Jane raised an eyebrow at her waiting for her to explain.
Like removing a band aid. Quick and sharp.
"It's… Divorce Papers," she told him resolutely, straightening her posture. Instantly she saw Jane's face fall and in that moment her hard stance failed her. Her whole being flooded with the feeling of guilt and heartbreak. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't felt like things were at this point between them yet. Lisbon's own heart broke when she saw the look of hurt and devastation now projecting from his sea green eyes.
The sound of Jane's cell rang out before either of them could speak.
"Jane…" he answered, his voice barely a whisper. He listened to the caller without taking his eyes of his wife once. "Ok… Ok. Thanks. What time?... Text me the address, Rebecca... Thank you."
Lisbon looked back at Jane once he ended the call. She was still holding out the envelope for him. Feeling like she needed to give him some explanation she spoke, hearing her own voice trembling.
"I got my Lawyer to draw the papers up when I was in New Mexico. You just need to read and sign them. It's quite straight forward." Again she held the envelope out for Jane but he kept his hands by his sides. Seeing the look of devastation slowly turning to anger Lisbon tried to keep her tone polite and friendly. She had known this was going to be a shock but Jane's unusual silence and intense glaring was unnerving her with each passing minute.
Eventually Jane moved to the door before he turned to face Lisbon. "We will talk about this later. I've got to go somewhere," he told her coldly before he stormed out of Cho's office.
Once alone Lisbon sighed heavily. She lowered the envelope she was still holding in her hands and perched on the edge of Cho's desk for some balance. When she had made the decision to file for divorce it had felt like it was the right thing but now she had said the words out loud and saw how Jane had reacted to them she suddenly wondered if this was truly what she wanted.
Had she gone to his motel last night in hopes they could resolve their issues and work on their marriage? Maybe?
Lisbon pondered whether or not to go after him but decided he needed some time to calm down. She just hoped that wherever Jane was going he didn't do anything stupid. Despite her wanting out of their disastrous marriage she did love him. Even if a part of her didn't want to.
Just to assure all those are currently screaming in despair right now this story is going to go in a new direction very soon and there is still hope for our duo. I Promise. Never fear. :)
