Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you to the many reviews I got on the last chapter. As promised, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Ch 6
"Feels like a ship God, God knows I'm sinking"
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Lisbon had to leave. This couldn't possibly be happening to her, not again. She had just lost Sam and now… No. She couldn't think that way. Not until they were sure. I mean there had to be more than one Citroen driving in northern California last night. She got into her car and started driving. She didn't know where she was going until she was sitting in the driveway in front of a large mansion.
Lisbon had never been to his house before but she knew where he lived. Why she was even here she didn't know. The agents had already called, confirming that he wasn't here. She had a key. She actually had a key to each of her teammate's houses in case of an emergency but it still felt wrong going into his house without his permission. But, wrong or not, Lisbon was here so she might as well go inside.
The first thing she noticed was the staleness of the air in his house. Did he ever open a window in here? Probably not. The second thing she noticed was the obvious lack of furniture. She counted three pieces: two chairs set up in front of the kitchen's breakfast bar and a couch in the large living room which was covered by a white sheet. It didn't even look like anyone was living here.
Climbing the stairs, Lisbon realized there must have been pictures hanging in the hallway at some point due to the discoloration in the pale wallpaper where the memories once hung. Each step became more difficult than the last as she felt her composure faltering. She came to a closed door at the end of the hall and wondered what sad secrets she would find in that room.
Grabbing the handle, Lisbon slowly opened the door and was horrified by the sight that met her. A sound came from Lisbon that sounded like a combination of a gasp and a sob. She walked slowly into the. Jane must have been trying to torture himself, sleeping in the same room with the horrible image on the wall. She hadn't quite understood the extent of his guilt until now.
Before she knew it she was against the back wall of Jane's bedroom. She slid sown the wall, until she was on the floor, when her hands came into contact with something other than the pale carpet. Picking up the object, Lisbon tried to decipher what she was holding in the dim light. Realizing what the material was, Lisbon's hands began to tremble as her final threads of strength began to snap.
Lisbon clutched the grey jacket of Jane's favorite three-piece suit as her cell phone began to buzz. Van Pelt. Lisbon wasn't going to answer, fearing she already knew what Van Pelt was going to say. For some reason it was easier to deny the bleak reality, rather than to face it. She let Van Pelt leave a message before bringing her phone to her ear, trembling as she pressed the button to dial her voicemail.
"Boss, I don't know how to tell you this but it's true. It's all over the news here now. I'm glad you left. They showed images of the car…" Van Pelt's voice cracked. "They're saying he probably didn't feel a thing. Oh God, what are we going to do?" Van pelt was sobbing into the phone. "I, I, got to go."
Lisbon should have been able to pick herself off of the floor to be with her team. She was their leader and they needed her but she couldn't move. She had no strength left as she continued to shake and stare at the grey walls, and that smile.
Preview of next chapter: They walked out of the building into the black limo. Lisbon didn't remember much of the short ride. She was busy looking out at the grey clouds and the pouring rain as the drops pelted against the tinted window.
So this is about where the prologue would have taken place as you can probably gather. We're about halfway through. I will upload again tomorrow. Please review ;o)
