10. Sleeptalking

By Alasse Fefalas

It wasn't like Lisbon to be sleeping on her desk, but at 10pm, after closing a hard case, nobody could blame her. Jane sat on the couch, watching her sleep, caught between wanting to send her home or simply let her be.

"Jane..." Lisbon rolled her head, still deep in sleep. "Stop it..."

Jane walked over, interested. Bending low, he whispered into her ear, "Stop what?"

"Dammit Jane," Lisbon murmured.

"Yes, Lisbon?" He knew he should be waking her, but curiousity got the better of him.

"Stop throwing away my coffee..."

His loud, unrestrained laugh woke her up.