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I realized – or I was reminded – that I forgot to write in the start that I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes, I'm not english but I'm trying…:)
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Disclaimer: After 10 chapters….I still can't say I own it…Sadly, The mentalist it not mine…
Lisbon entered the almost empty buliding. Apart from a few guards and maybe a cleaning lady the place had to be deserted. She greeted Ron from security with a smile as she crossed the hall, heading to the elevators. Then she changed her mind and she went to the stairs. It wouldn't hurt to once do a little excercise and use the stairs instead.
She climbed the stairs one step at the time. She wanted to take her time, didn't rush anything. She had to find out what to say. She wasn't even sure he would be there.
When she entered the bullpen and looked around a wave of disspapointment washed over her. He wasn't there….
She was so sure, but where else could he be? Practically anywhere…
She felt helpless and it made her crazy. She collapsed on his couch for a minute and bowed her head into her hands. She had to think…
She just hoped she didn't hurt him too much. Because she couldn't survive that.
Now she saw it all, crystal clear. She loved him. She didn't know when and how but she felt that somehow she fell for him.
She was sure she had it all. She thought she was as happy with David as she could be. But since Jane first kissed her she felt a strange emptiness in her heart whenever he wasn't near. She had to realize that she needed him.
It wasn't so clear until the possibility of loosing him came up. She didn't allow herself the idea that maybe she hurt him too much with pushing him away.
Now, she broke up with David for him. She gave up all she had for him. She risked everything, just for him. But she felt that it worth it. Or at least it would worth it…
But if she couldn't find him and she didn't have the chance to tell him that she loved him he might never forgive her…
….
Jane sighed deeply. She must be far away now, with David. He shook his head and got up from his makeshift bed in the attic. He bent his head into his hands.
„Damn it!" he hissed to himself. And everyone could know that Patrick Jane is not a man of swearing, so now it was really serious.
He couldn't stop thinking that he pushed her. Maybe he read the signs wrongly, maybe she didn't feel anything towards him. And he forced her…She practically ran away from him with David. And if that's true, then their friendship was over. It would never be the same! And it hurt him, the thought was cutting into his heart like a sharp knife. He loved her. Loved her in every possible way, but being her friend would be enough for him…It's better than nothing, after all. But if he screwed their friendship up now, he didn't know what would he do without her…
His first thing Moday morning will be to apologize. To tell her that it would never happen again, not if she didn't want it. And hopefully, someday she would forgive him.
Patrick Jane wanted to kick something. To hit something hard with his fist. But of course he couldn't. Not just because he didn't want to destroy the attic, but because he knew it wouldn't help him. It wouldn't do anything, maybe just make Lisbon angrier.
I need a tea! He decided and headed to the door. He slowly went down the stairs to the bullpen when he heard something. He stopped dead in his tracks because he was not alone. He thought that noone was there at this time. The security guards didn't came up here, not until they saw something suspicious on the cameras. He stepped closer, careful to be covered by the wall. He leaned forward curiously and that was when he recognised it. It was a familiar sound but he didn't realize what was it until now.
It was Lisbon. His blood stopped in his veins for a second as he held his breath and listened to her. What could she do there? Maybe she left something in her office. But she didn't sound like she was searching for something….
She didn't left? The thought made him dizzy. The sparkles of hope glittered in his heart but he told himself to stay on the ground. He didn't want to give false hope to himself, did he?
Buta s seconds passed by he heard someting else. Something he didn't want to hear. She was sniffling, and obviously crying.
David! That son of a bitch! He growled and prayed to God that she didn't hear him.
He restrained himself and didn't run immediately to her. He wanted to hug her tightly, tell her that it was going to be okay, he wanted to kiss her, stroke her hair and never let her go. But until he wasn't sure why she was crying it was impossible.
What if she was crying because of him? His heard broke in a matter of seconds for that thought. He fisted his hand and put it against the wall. He knew that if he would go down now she would know that he was eavesdropping. She hated when he did that. And what if she hated him? What if David broke up with her because of him? He didn't know if he was ready to face her hatered. He was ready for her anger, he could handle that. He had experiences…But her hatered? He always knew that when she was mad at him, eventually she would forgive him, but hatered was not about forgiving…
He took a deep breath and stepped forward. He wasn't going to stand here until she noticed him, or unti she left. He knew there was only one way to go from there and it was down, where he would meet her. And his curiousity had already taken over him…
He needed to know!
There were two possibilities. One, she hated him. She was angry and hurt and she didn't want to forgive him. Then he didn't know what would he do… And the second, that she wasn't angry with him. It was easier though, because it would mean that David hurt her. And what could Jane do then? He would tell her that David never even deserved her, that she deserved far better than him, he would hold her if she let and console her. It would be hard, to see her crying and hurting but at least he would know that it wasn't because of him… Or not just because of him!
But there was no way he would stand there and watch her cry!
He descended the stairs and headed to her. She was sitting on his couch, her head in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking slightly and she didn't notice him.
He reached her with a few silent steps and kneeled down in fron of her. She still didn't look up so he gently touched her hair.
It was rather a caress but she got scared. She shot up her head and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him.
Jane couldn't know but at that moment Lisbon was happy and relieved to see him. Actually, she felt happier than ever to see him. As she saw his worried, blue eyes her heart fluttered. Beacuse she saw that he wasn't angry, or hurt. He was all concerned and his caring touch on her arm was warm. She sniffled and repressed a smile.
„Hi!" she murmured, unable to speak. His eyes seemed to hypnotise her.
„Hey yourself…What's wrong?" he whispered softly. When she looked up they became very close so now he pulled back a little. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. And after all he still didn't know if she was angry at him or not… There was someting in her eyes that made him believe that she didn't hate him though.
When she didn't answer he squeezed her arm a little, just a gentle touch to remind her of his presence since she seemed to drift into her thoughts.
„Lisbon? Tell me…" he begged her. He was sure if she didn't tell him soon he will go crazy!
„Nothing…Nothing is wrong Jane…" she shook her head.
„Then why are you crying?"
Lisbon wiped her face with the back of her hand. She didn't even notice when she had started crying but her face was wet from tears.
„Lisbon? Where is David? Why aren't you with him?" Patrick asked. He was a bit afraid of the answer but he decided that he couldn't avoid the subject.
„He's…I don't know…he must be home by now.." Lisbon said quietly. She had no idea what time it was or how lond she was sitting there. „What are you doing here?" she asked, suddenly realizing that the man she was searching was probably all the while up in the attic.
„I was thinking…"
„About what?" she asked curiously.
„About you, of course!" he said as if was obvious. She raised her eyebrows and he smiled. „Why aren't you on your way to Vermont?"
„I…I actually broke up with David.." she stammered. Lisbon wasn't sure she was ready for this conversation. She didn't work out what to say to him, or what to do…
„You did what?" he didn't believe his own ears. „Why?"
„Beacuse…I wasn't happy with him anymore." She said and she stood up. Then she realized she wasn't correct so she added „Not in the way I should have been…"
„Did it have something to do with…me?" he asked. He stood up too and looked at her with glowing eyes. A little scared, little hopeful.
„Of course it had…" she smiled at him gently. Her face was so soft and relaxed, Jane had never ever seen her this beautiful.
He took a step closer to her and she didn't back away. Instead she waited for him to approach her and when he did she lifted her chin to look into his eyes.
They were standing mere centimetres away from each other. Jane could hear and feel her breathing. Calm and steady. She wasn't nervous or angry. Her green eyes glimmered like jewels and a small smile was hiding on her face. She was utterly gorgeous.
Lisbon could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth that was spreading from his body. His pupils were dilated and his eyes were huge, wide in surprise. Surprise that she was there, that she felt the same way as he did, surprise that he was lucky enough to find her. He still couldn't believe it…
His amrs came up around her and he embraced Lisbon, pulling her close to his body. She didn't protest just stepped closer and closer until their bodies touched. When she felt his tummy she gasped a little. Her hands found their ways into his hair and she marvelled how strong his arms felt around herself.
This can't be happenning...Jane couldn't stop thinking. Teresa Lisbon, the woman of his dreams was now staring at him, probably waiting for him to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. It was like another dream…
Lisbon realized that for a few seconds Jane was deep in his thoughts. His breathing calmed down, his eyes gazed away. A smile was on his mouth but he seemed like he was nowhere close.
„Patrick…" she whispered and he blinked some before turning his eyes back at her.
„I'm sorry." He said.
„Is there something wrong?" she asked, suddenly not quite sure about anything. What if he changed his mind? What if he was in fact hurt? What if her didn't want her?
„No, I was just wondering what a lucky guy I am…" he said softly and leaned closer to her.
Lisbon melted into him as their lips met. Her fingers tangled themselves into Jane's curly hair and she couldn't help the moans that escaped her throat as his hands started to explore her body. He slid his hands up and down her back and when Lisbon's mouth opened to him he wasn't hesitating to deepen the kiss. They went on and on, never getting enough of the other until they were out of breath.
They pulled back just a little to get some oxygen, their bodies still together. Neither or them wanted to let go now that they finally found each other.
„I'm happy you came here after you ended the thing with David…" he told her with shaking voice. „I guess you moved on pretty quickly though…" he teased her.
„He was really understanding and sweet…" she said and when he gave a little cough she laughed softly „But, I think it's not hard to forget everything else like this…" she muttered and a blush crept up her face.
„Like what?" he growled, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. She was adorable when she was blushing…
„Like this.." she breathed and pressed her lips to his again and he met her with a pleased hum.
So…This was it I guess…
I love this story so much…It's a weird feeling to end it…I suppose I will write an epilogue…A really really fluffy epilogue… I hope yo don't mind! :)
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