Jeanuary 16: Jean at the pictures.

Perhaps too long to be considered a drabble? I wondered about this since I first watched 5.6. I decided to play around with this while a lego tower was erected in my living room. Fun!


"I'm not sure about this, Lucien." She watched as more people joined the line behind them.

He watched her hands, tightly wringing the strap of her purse. "Oh, come on, Jean. It'll be fun." Playfully dismissing her concern. He placed his hand on the back of her elbow, dropping his voice and leaning in a little. "You aren't scared, are you?"

Her pupils flared as she looked up at him, her expression, well trained, remained neutral. He dropped his hand and straightened, "besides this is for work."

She smiled in spite of herself, a single laugh escaped her throat.

The theatre was full, but they managed to find decent seats near the back. Jean watched with a counter-curiosity as other patrons turned to watch them. Her cordiality was met with encouraging smiles. Lucien sat next to her, casually munching on his popcorn. "This is terrible Jean, tastes like cardboard," he shook the box and inspected its contents before holding it out to her. "Want some?"

The lights dimmed, prompting them to settle back into their seats. Jean crossed her legs neatly and her toes came to rest against Lucien's leg, in the darkness of the theatre she didn't pull away.

The film started.

Having read reviews in the paper she knew what was coming and was still surprised by the opening scene. Her wide eyes moved from the screen to Lucien's face, and back again. He smiled and gently nudged his arm into hers.

The film delivered shock and suspense.

Her reaction was visceral. Gasping she pushed herself towards Lucien, reaching for his hand and squeezing it tight. She held her breath as her heart pounded in her chest, mesmerized by the psychological tension the film delivered.

The film ended.

A frenzied buzz filled the theatre. Jean exhaled, grateful that it was over. She looked over to Lucien as she started to untangle her fingers that were still clamped around his. "Lucien! Are you sleeping?" She hissed in the darkness, slapping his hand away.

Startled, his eyes popped open, his back straightened. "Uh," he gave her a quick sheepish glance before looking ahead at the screen. "That's it then?"

Elbow to elbow they walked out of the theatre together, Lucien had his head down, casually inspecting something on the back of his hand as they walked out of the theatre. "Mrs. Beazley! Doc."

"Hello Charlie," Jean's tone took on a certain fondness when she spoke with the senior constable.

"Charlie!" Lucien clapped his hands together. "A night off, I see."

"Yah," Charlie grinned before looking over his shoulder. "I'm meeting Rose, we're going to see…. Did you do something to your hand there, Doc?"

Jean looked over to Lucien's fidgeting, as he rubbed at the four small, half-moon indentations left by her fingernails, her eyes widened.

"Nah," he brushed the young man off, quickly stuffing his hand into his pocket. "I'm fine."

Charlie did his best to pretend he hadn't noticed the marks. Clearing his throat, he smiled. "So, what did you two see then?"

"Psycho." They said in unison.