'You hate me, don't you?' Lisa's first words were.
Jonathan looked up.
'No! why would you think that?' he replied.
She said nothing, only looked the other way and spread a look of grimace onto her face. At least he didn't leave her for dead.
They were both back at the police station. No one was there (mainly due to fact that it was the middle of the night), so it was safe for them to talk freely. They sat at his desk as they had done when they first met each other; he was behind it, she was in front. As he wrote his observations (and whatnot) down as a report, she just looked out of a distant window. She would have walked up to it, but she didn't for a number of reasons. One was because she was still half exausted from the attack. Another was because she liked to have a good argument, once in a while.
But that became boring. There was no moon, and no stars. Not even people were out at this time of night. The drunks were now either sleeping, or had gone back into the pub. Lisa decided to see what work Jonathan actually did here. She watched his pen curve and move down the paper. Yes, she was bored. She puffed out a sigh to make him notice her. And yes he did. He looked up.
'Look, just go home and get some rest. You're bored and I have something I have to do…' he told her.
'Nope. After that scare that you gave me, I'm not going out there at night…'
He smiled and shook his head.
'He only attacks at a certain time. You're fine…' he reassured her.
'I don't care. I'm not leaving until you leave…'
He looked up from his paper. She said that she wanted to play bait. He just granted her wish.
'So where did that 'I don't care about my life' stuff come from?' he asked, with a slight sneer.
She blushed. One reason was because she was the cause of her own downfall. The second was because she had never seen him look at her like that before. It scared her because that was the same look that Jack had given her.
'As I said, you should get some rest. If he doesn't get you physically, he'll get you mentally…' he advised, now with his normal face. She thought about it for a moment before giving her answer;
'No. Not just yet…'
'Suit yourself. There's nothing that you can do, though…'
'A bit like when I was harassed…' she shot at him, just to be back on top.
He looked up again.
'What could I do? What if I'd have got there, he would have seen me, and he might have made quick work of you!' he argued.
She hadn't thought of that.
He put his pen down and relaxed in his chair, arms crossed.
'Don't worry about him. I'll get to the bottom of this. You just carry on with whatever you do normally…' he said.
'Meaning?'
'Meaning that I'll do the rest of the case…'
'In other words, you don't need me anymore'
'Pretty much' he just managed to say. He didn't want her to go, but what was the point of keeping her around? If she wasn't in any danger, she was arguing with him. He didn't want either of those things.
Neither did Lisa. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay and get to the bottom of catching her sister's murderer. In reality, that was only the first reason. She was just trying to kid herself that it was the only one.
She got up from her chair and turned to make her way out of the door. He got up also, to see her out. The door was locked, anyway. It seemed to happen in slow-motion for both of them. Neither wanted her to leave. Neither wanted the other to be out of their lives, but it was for the best. Nothing could be done. They finally reach the door. He unlocked it for her, heart heavy. He opened it and she stepped past him. He just stood at the side, not making any attempt to move towards her. So this was it. The potential Mrs. Crane was walking out of his life forever. It was the worst feeling ever.
She was at the bottom of the steps, when she turned to face him, as if to say goodbye. She then (silently) rushed up them again, as if she had forgotten something. He was about to ask her what was wrong, when she silenced him with her index finger. He wondered what the hell was going on. She held the side of his face and kissed him lightly. She pulled back afterwards. She smiled and walked back down, neither saying a word.