They just sat there. Neither talked to the other, it was just a dead atmosphere that they were in.
Jonathan had made the first move back at Buckle Street. He took Lisa by the arm, and dragged her back to the police station (well, 'dragged' was not exactly how he took her, but you get the picture). He was really pissed off now. He was confused, but mostly pissed off. He had risked everything for this girl, and this was how she repaid him? It had been a long time since he was in a relationship, but he was sure that this wasn't the way to go about it. As for Lisa, well, she was mortified. Confused at what to do next, confused why Jack had done that, pissed off that Jonathan was pissed off, and thougherly humiliated.
'Ow, get off of me!' she cried, trying to break free. He didn't. He only let go of her when they were at his destination. He let go of her, pulled out two chairs, plonked her in one, and sat down at the other. Without saying a word, he reached into one of the drawers in his desk, and pulled out a tin box and a matchbox. He took out a cigarette from the metal container, and he lit a match with the matchbox. Lisa just sat there, looking at her hands that were currently in her lap. Taking a puff, Jon then exhaled a grey cloud.
'You smoke?' Lisa finally asked, thinking that she knew the answer. This was only an ice-breaker, since this was now getting rather scary.
Jonathan said nothing. He simply put it in his mouth again, inhaled, exhaled. After a few minutes, he finally spoke;
'You know, I don't see why you would do that… I thought that you were normal!' as if he was a teacher talking to a badly behaved pupil.
'Huh?'
'I didn't know that you were a prostitute… A real one, I mean…'
'I am not!' she spat.
He simply smirked at this.
'What?' she asked, sounding quite vexed.
'Then why kiss him?'
'Because…' she started. Truth be told, she didn't really know why she did it. Maybe it was the fact that he looked so much like Jonathan. Maybe it was some sort of thrill. But above all that, she didn't know.
'Because your just a common whore, that's what!' he shouted, standing up with his palms flat on the desk. Lisa was taken a bit aback by this. For one thing, she had never seen him like this. She put her left elbow on the desk, and put her face into her hand. Jon then noticed her back heaving. He came round to her side and saw that she was sobbing.
'Leave me alone…' she whimpered, yet somehow very bleakly.
Jonathan laid a hand on her shoulder.
'After my sister died, I came her because there wasn't anything else in my life. Then I met you. You acted like a friend to me, no, a brother… Then you go and do this…' She snivelled.
'I'm sorry. I just, well, just how you were behaving… '
'Yeah…' she replied.
She stood up.
'I'll be seeing you…' she said.
'Where are you going?' he asked.
'There isn't anything left for me to do. You said so yourself…'
'No, no… I didn't mean it like that…' he cautioned her, feeling guilty.
'Then what is there?'
He took a moment to think.
'The rest of you life? I don't know, if you can't take this part of the world, move to somewhere else!' he finally resorted.
'No' she simply replied.
'Lisa… Don't do anything stupid…' he warned her, watching her make for the door.
'Why not? There's nothing else to do…'
'Yes there is…'
'What?
He took a deep breath.
'Well, for starters, you can help me finish this case…'
'And then what? And what about me listening to your constant shouting and scolding?'
'I won't. I promise.'
'You broke that promise…'
'When? I never said anything about promising in the first place!'
'Yes you did. Well, you acted like you did…'
'I won't, I promise!' he shouted, again.
'See, there you go again!'
'Lisa…'
'What?'
'I only do this to protect you…' he said, in what came out as a loud whisper.
'From what? And why?'
'You know what from!'
'Why then?' she pressured him, hands on her hips.
'Because…' he began.
'Because what? If you don't have a valid reason, I don't have a valid reason to live!'
'Because love you!' He blurted out.
She just stood there. She didn't move from her position, she just stood looking at him, her eyes wide. Jonathan sat there, but he had turned his head away from her, not wanting to see her reaction. He had a hurt and embarrassed look on his face.
'Would you…mind repeating…that…?' she asked quietly, her expression now somewhat sympathizing
'You see! That's exactly what I tried to keep from you! I knew it would never work, so why should I give you the burden?' He exclaimed.
Lisa stayed silent for a minute. They were now both stood up.
'Just… Say it again…' She calmly whispered.
'Say what?'
'What you said before…'
Jonathan stayed silent now. He didn't want to say it again; he didn't even think that he would have done in the first place. Not after what had happened before with the other one. He sat down again.
'I love you…' he quietly said, his head turned to the side once again. Lisa nearly didn't catch what he had said, but she could just hear it. The room was silent for a period of time that seemed like an eternity for them both. Jon was afraid of what she would say (or do), and Lisa didn't really know what to say. She could see that he was hurt by his own words, but how (and what) would she say something that could potentially put him in an even worse position?
She thought of the first thing that popped into her head;
'Yeah. Me too…'
He looked at her.
'Well, aren't we little Miss Modest?' he joked.
What?... No, I mean… I love you too…'
He let out a small smile. She did the same. For once, they understood each other. He got up and walked over to her. She stood up next to him, and gave him a small peck on the cheek.
'So, I'll be on my way, okay?' she said.
'Huh?'
'Well, nothing else for me to do, is there?' she asked. If she helped him, there was always the danger of one of them getting hurt, and always the danger that the night would end like it had that night.
'No… I guess not….' He sighed. He thought exactly the same thing. He didn't particularly fancy having his girlfriend killed just for his job.
And with that, she exited the station.