Red Silences
I'm just going to add that I really don't own anything besides four characters, and you've met one of those four characters.
Chapter Eight:
Private Eyes
Another late night of paperwork, which left Lisbon at her desk while Jane, she guessed was out on the couch sleeping.
The last few weeks had been crazy enough, it seemed like Jane was becoming more and more restless which meant more and more paperwork for her, the more paperwork equaled later nights for her, which meant less sleep and less slept meant more chances of anger toward her unit.
Jane had been trying his best to allow Lisbon breathing room, but sometimes-his idea of breathing room consisted of watching her from afar; she let a sigh pass from her lips and burrowed her head into her arms on top of her piles of paperwork.
At least July was almost over, and August would be here soon.
Lisbon's breathing slowed, and eventually her eyes closed and she fell into a slumber.
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Jane awoke to the sound of silence, and with a glance at the clock on the wall that told him it was 3:42 in the morning; he glanced around to see if Lisbon were still around or not but he remembered that he couldn't see her from his lying position on the couch, he had to move and he did so quietly, only to find her, her head buried into her bare arms to which he stood at the door to her office watching her peacefully slumber.
He knew he should probably wake her, as come work in the morning, her neck would be sore but he couldn't bring himself to wake her, as she needed the sleep.
He was about to turn and walk away when he heard her voice, soft and sensual drift into the silence.
"…was my entire fault…" Jane frowned; did the both of them suffer from talking in their sleep? "…still be alive…"
From the phrases Lisbon had carelessly allowed to escape her lips, Jane knew that she was dreaming about Bosco; he wondered if she had nightmares as he had when his wife and daughter had been murdered, or did she just revisit the scenario in her head? Jane paused for a few more moments to see if the dark haired agent would say something else, and when she didn't, he decided to let her sleep.
After all, Jane knew…sleep was a precious thing to waste.
With a heavy heart, he resigned himself back to his own leather couch to keep vigil through morning.
