7

Lisbon ignored his comment and pointed to a table of four. In it were Rigsby with Van Pelt and Cho with a girl who would surely turn out to be his girlfriend. They all waved a hand in greeting that was only answered by the green-eyed brunette.

"You knew they were coming?"- This girl was a mystery to him, more so than Red John.

"Of course! I invited them."- she said smiling.

He couldn't keep asking her why, cause she forced him to move by putting her fine hands around his neck hoping he would follow her in motions. And not. He was paralyzed by their closeness and exalted by his senses, her mesmerizing figure, her perfume, the rub of the skin, the proximity of her lips. Maybe he'd forgotten how to act with a woman, it had been a long time. He was totally uncoordinated. She took his arms that had the sleeves of the shirt rolled up three quarters to the elbow accompanied by his usual vest that this time was more elegant. She put his hands on her hips and slid them a little so he could feel the birth of her bottom. Then she circled his neck again. And he began to move. He followed her by inertia but his will broke as he felt her soft lower back. Patrick was in the clouds and he didn't want to go down. He wanted to go to dinner every night to that place, it doesn't matter if he lost all his money, he would befriend some contact, something would come to him. It turned out that the dance was his thing. He was totally oblivious to the fact that Rigsby was recording them on his cell phone while he was dancing with Van Pelt.

"What are you doing, Wayne?"- said the redhead with a creepy voice when she realized.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!"- he replied, clumsily guarding his phone.

Patrick was still in his fantasy world until Lisbon laid her lips on his neck, giving him a nice shiver.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back."- without knowing already he was alone in the middle of the dance floor feeling out of place. He went to inspect the guys' table, Rigsby and Van Pelt had already returned to their seats.

"Hey, why are you here?" - he said with disguised annoyance as he sat at the table despite not being invited to do so.

"Cause the boss invited us."- Rigsby said.

"Listen, this is getting out of control, I'm going to have to tell her the truth before it gets any worse..."

"Patrick Jane wants to tell the truth and stop tricking? Hey buddy, I don't know, but maybe was you who hit your head."- Rigsby guessed.

"I think you're afraid of your own feelings."- Van Pelt said.

"I still think I had a great idea."- said Wayne, self-conceited.

"Really? Cause you said it was a bad idea and you cried all the way back to the hospital."- again, Cho betrayed him.

"No, I admit that I love being with Lisbon, but it's not real. Not if she doesn't know the truth... I repeat what is happening with Lisbon is an illusion, nothing more."- he paused at the horror on the faces of his colleagues -"She is behind me, right?"- fearful that it was true and that Teresa was listening and hearing the truth in the worst way slowly turned to look back...

In synchrony with the movement of his neck Lisbon struck a clean blow of her fist in the middle of his face causing it to stumble. Immediately the brunette withdrew furiously from the place. His friends looked at him with compassion.

"Well I think she doesn't want to split the account..."- he said with his sarcasm that characterized him, gathered strength and went to look for her.

She was already a block away from the place, so he ran to reach her.

"Wait! Wait! Lisbon! Teresa... Please!"- he said, getting close to her steps while resting on his knees, it was never his thing to run. Lisbon stopped the march but didn't turn to see.

"I think there's nothing more to talk about."- she said stoically.

"It's just a misunderstanding, nothing more..."