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I know updates have been slow but I hit the proverbial WALL; got all these ideas but the flow wasn't there. I didn't want to output something that I wasn't happy with. If you are still reading this fic; YES I'm afraid the backstory hasn't ended yet as I need to set the stage. I've written this fic based on what I IMAGINE teresa lisbon is thinking or rather the thoughts running through her mind; so please don't flame me. I get nothing from writing this fantasy. Once again thank you for reading, reviewing, following and favouriting.
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Joe is not human...he is an evil cold-blooded reptilian alien masquerading as this mouth-watering hunk of blondeness. Any full red blooded man would have got upset, mad….argued..sulked even but not Joeee….instead he calmly agreed that she should 'see' other men to assess her feelings. Assess...my ass, cooly both Joe and his best friend the 'traitor' had left saying that she should give him a call; leaving her dumbstruck, mildly depressed and MAD. That's right….teresa….another one bites the dust.
She spent the last few hours before dawn burning poor Deirdre's ears and what did she have to show for it? Panda bear eyes and a splitting headache. Her cell-phone beeped...oh her day was fantastic alright….Marcus Pike...:"call me". She liked Marcus, last thing she wanted was to make things difficult between them; no that was Jane's forte….making enemies everywhere he went.
Speaking of the devil, he was being too 'nice', too perky today..she shuddered...she hated that word. Riiiiiight…..he was fishing for gossip on her lovee..ee dilemma.. and didn't want her to blow a fuse. Oh what the hell...she might as tell him and well, get it over with. If he got on her nerves, she'll just give him a black eye…..that should shut him up.
Yeah…she should be locked up….taking relationship advice from a narcissistic know-it-all ladies man. Given a free reign to mouth off; Jane gleefully described Marcus as being 'about as interesting as watching paint dry'; pedantic, predictable etc..life is like a box chocolates attitude. Too safe for her, she would kill herself out of boredom. For some reason he was pretty silent on Joe...only saying that she really liked him...it wasn't said as a question but more as a statement. Oh it could be that Jane has never met Joe thus depriving him the opportunity to dissect him. Before she got up from his couch, he had caught her hand...his parting shot….its Joe you want but he HAD to spoil it all by adding….better not let Pike smell his perfume on you…...Rigsby was a dead man!
Fat chance of that….although her heart sank at the thought of never seeing Joe and his trusty side-kick again. Her love-life was as dismal as her work was; every criminal seemed to be on a holiday this whole week. Abbot had made them dig out the archives; she hated cold-cases. Chances of catching the bad guys were higher when the trail was still 'hot'. Thankfully Marcus had accepted her 'raincheck' on dinner tonite...but the sooner she nipped it in the bud the better. Marcus was, is a colleague and she should know better. Deirdre had insisted on dropping by later; time to get the kleenex out. She was always grateful for Deirdre's gut-wrenching truth, she didn't sugar-coat anything.