25/04/14

Dear Teresa,

It's official, you're severing all ties to me. Why! Why Lisbon? What have I done? I didn't start the gossip about that "You were cheating on me with Pike,". Honestly, if I know who did, I would've handed them on a platter to you. Nobody slanders your name. Not on my watch.

It's not my fault that we looked more like a couple at the fundraiser than you and Pike. We have chemistry. Chemistry that I believe that you don't with Pike. I know that he's been putting pressure on you to go with him to DC. I didn't think you would ever considering actually accepting it. As you see, I'm fuming. I see Pike for what he really is. A manipulator. He wants "the dream" and you seem to be a piece that he can fit into his puzzle, even if it's not a perfect match.

I know that it's petty that I'm currently not at your going away party. But, I don't care. I FREAKING LOVE YOU, so no. I'm not going to watch you swan off that boring old codger. No Sheree.

You what, I saw him propose to you after you agreed to start a new life with him in DC. It was pathetic, unromantic and idiotic. Is he a prat? An insecure one with that. Who says "What the hell" before proposing to their girlfriend. It suggests that it's a whim and not significant. Stupid prat. Especially proposing after only dating a few weeks. EPIC PRAT!

Your reaction reassured me. You panicked. It gave me hope that you don't love him. You know what. I'm not going to stand on the sidelines anymore. I'm going to save you from this abusive relationship that you're in and put you in a better one. I.e with me. I may have lied and tricked you in the past. But no more. I've got 24 hours to show you the mistake you're making and how I feel about you.

I'm so angry that I could drive over and trash the party, but I won't because I won't humiliate you like that. You know what, has "I love you" crossed either of your lips because I don't think you have. If you were mine, there would never be a time that I didn't say that I love you. Hell, I've written it many times during my letters.

I love you and seeing you hurt like this makes me want to spit blood. I'm seriously considering...

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo

Jane slammed the notebook on his couch. He was livid. How could someone who seemed perfect be that slimy. Yuck! He needed tea before he wrote the rest of the letter. He needed to calm down so he could create a foolproof plan to get Lisbon back.

He hauled himself off the couch and left the notebook open on his couch. There was no one around, so no risk of someone reading it. It was his last concern. First, he had to go and relieve himself and make a nice relaxing cup of tea. He made his way to the toilets grumbling about being stupid and blooming obstacles always getting in the way.

Meanwhile, Lisbon exited the elevator onto the bullpen. She had to find Jane. She needed to say goodbye and she wasn't going to leave till he gave it to her. She knew that he would be hiding somewhere around here after banging on the door of his airstream,a million times with no reply. Dammit, Jane was stubborn but not as stubborn as her.

She noticed that the couch looked like someone had lied down on it. The impression on the couch of Jane's body was very visible. So that's where he's been hiding. So she'll just wait for him on it. But what was this? There was a well worn notebook with Jane's scrawly handwriting across the pages. The thing that popped out at her was that it was addressed to her. She was debating with herself. Should she or shouldn't he read it?

Ooh the dilemma. Will Lisbon resist temptation? I think the next chapter will be the last as I feel that I've ruined the story. Sorry Guys.