Here is the next oneshot! ^^ I hope you guys like this one! ((Thank you, Flyleaf, for the idea!))
Why am I here? Why am I here with... them? Why do I have to come with Jane with his date, none other than... I'll let you guess. Who on this show has a name that ah begins with a K and is a complete slut? If you guessed Kris, YOU ARE AN IDIOT! There are no Kris on this show! It's none other than that red haired, physic fraud, Kristina. She sickens me, that skank. She is... uh! I can't even describe her. So, tell me, why am I sitting down, holding this menu to hide my dirty glares at the two giggling and teases each other constantly? Why the hell am I here? The waiter came with our food, eying the two and grinning at them.
"It's love, isn't it?"
"Love can kiss my-" I started before the waiter walked away. I bit at my food without growling or hissing at that bitch. I hate her. I just hate her. The rage built up slowly as they talked and laughed. I'm surprised I didn't slap her with my off duty gun. I'd like to SHOOT her with my off duty gun! Oh, then I'd lose my awesome job with amazing co-workers/friends. And Jane too. Oi, I'm a mess. God, save me!As we finished our meal and the bill came, I slammed a 100 dollar bill and walked away, enraged and hurt.
"Tell them to keep the change!" I hollered over my shoulder as they probably ignored me and the check, still laughing and talking. I went int my car and drove away, fighting back those stubborn tears that were trying to pass out of my body. I bit my tongue. Patrick Jane, you have lost you're only chance in finding freedom...
"Oh, there's the check. Didn't even notice. Lisbon, do you want to-" Jane looked up to see the check with a 100 dollar bill on it and Lisbon nowhere to be found.
"Lisbon? Where did she go?"
"I don't know. Least it saves you some money..." Kristina purred.
Jane smiled a cheeky grin at her. "You are right." They pulled on their coats and walked out of the restaurant.
I ran inside and jumped onto the couch, crying my heart out. I'm not a emotional woman or anything but, I felt so enraged and hurt. It's like they didn't even want me there! They completely ignored my existence there. Why did he even invite me? To watch that unmistakeable torture? Does he hate me that much to do such a thing to me? What have I done to him that matches the cruelty level he had done to me? I spent most of my day weeping and crying on the sofa, trying so hard to forget by watching old black and white movies and eat ice cream. My heart felt so heavy, cracks ripping through the veins. Dear God, if you can hear me, I need to ask you, what did I do to deserve all this?
The next day at work was a complete hellhole. I got to work very early, I have nothing better to do. And besides, I have paperwork to do that no one else wants to do. I closed and locked my office door even though no one was there. Mr. Womanizer will be here soon. I plopped in my chair and put my earbuds in and turned my iPod. I am not in the mood for anyone right now. I pumped up the volume and started the huge pile of paperwork. As I start, my eyes feel wet, probably because of fresh, new tears. I can't stop thinking about last night. It was like a day in Hell. A cold, hard day in Hell. I smiled weakly at the thought. How could Hell be cold if it's near the the damn inner core? I got one fourth of the work done as Mr. Bigshot walked in. The first thing he probably noticed was the loudness of my music. I didn't care though. I was having a okay time doing this... ALONE. He looked at me with a smile, probably saying, 'hello.' I glared at him like I did to Kristina last night. Not. In. The. Mood. He gave me a confused look but, – like last night – shrugged it off. He has the NERVE to do that when I'm actually LOOKING? I ought... No, must do paperwork. I grabbed another handful of paperwork and started filling out multiple things at the same time. Something was tugging at my earbud. How the fuck did he... I started to think.
"What's wrong with you?" Jane asked as he tugged my earbud out of my ear.
"I'm busy, Jane. Talk to me later." I growled.
"Seriously, you give me dirty looks, you ran off last ni-" he started.
"You forgot I was there! All you did was giggle with Kristina like schoolchildren as I sat there watching you! OF COURSE I'm going to run off! I don't want to spend time with you if that's ALL you are going to do!" I snarled at him.
He grinned. "So, you're jealous?"
That's it, I'm going to kill him. I glared at him.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF YOU HANGING OUT AND HAVING DINNER WITH KRISTINA? DO YOU THINK I'M THAT LOW? DO YOU THINK I'M THAT SHALLOW? DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I LIKE YOU? Here's a newsflash! I wouldn't like you if you were the only person on Earth. I would be an arsonist for all I care! Because," I stood up to make myself clear. And he could definitely tell I was not blushing.
"I DON'T LIKE YOU. Now, GET OUT, you worthless piece of crap!" I bared my teeth at him with my eyes burning into his. He looked at me, in shock and confused. He quickly slithered out and laid on the couch.
"GET YOUR ASS UP AND DO SOME WORK FOR A CHANGE!" I snarled at him. Mr. Patrick Jane, I officially hate you.
As I was home, drying my wet eyes for the 12th time in a row, I sniffed at the TV screen with a bowl of pretzels to nibble on. I stared at the screen as it showed some music videos. I sighed. Was I a little to hard on him? No, he did deserve it, I know that. There was a knock on the door. Watch it be Jane, I thought to myself. I opened the door to, yeah, of course, Jane. Doesn't this always happen to me in the fanfictions? That's right! I was browsing the internet and found the fictions. Our shipping name is... 'Jisbon' or something? Whatever. And we are occasionally called 'Jello.' WHY ARE WE NAMED AFTER A JIGGLEY SUBSTANCE!
"Hi." he said with a weak smile.
"Hello."
"Um, I sorry." he said, cautious of what to say.
"I am too."
"Can I come in?' that face was so... oh it could break your heart.
"Fine." I gave in.
He walked inside and sat down on the couch as I went to sit next to him. He looked at me again with those sad eyes.
"Sorry that I made you feel so bad."
"Sorry that I blew up today."
"I guessed I deserved it."
"You think." I mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Nothing." I said too quickly.
He grinned and inched closer. "Hm?" he raised his eyebrow.
I backed up on the couch. "Nothing."
He inched even closer. "Oh really?" He was on top of me now.
"Get off!" I yelled. "POTENTIAL RAPE! POTENTIAL RAPE!" I screamed.
"Lisbon, no matter how much I would love to-"
"JANE!"
"I'M NOT!"
"What are you going to do?" I grinned at him.
"Torture you." he grinned.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Really now?"
"Yeah, like I do with other women that did something wrong."
This was going to be good. I thought.
"Alright then, here I am. A petite and helpless woman. What exactly are you going to do, hm?"
Bad move. That when he rolled over on me and LAID on me. I stirred and wriggled.
"Jane. . . . JANE! GET OFF!" I thrashed wildly as my voice was probably muffled. He turned over so our foreheads were touching and dove in and kissed me. I screamed inside the kiss. I thrashed and kicked him in the crotch. He whined in pain and fell off me. He fell off of me with his arms around my waist, so I went down with him. My head slammed against his chest and he clung onto my waist. I tried to push up, but, he gripped me tight.
"You're not going anywhere, my dear." he grinned and placed me on the couch. I tried to escape but, he gripped at my wrists and held them above my head and started to kiss me. I stirred again, afraid of what would happen.
"Teresa..." he whispered. "Don't make me sit on you."
I gasped as his hand was at my stomach and was going under my shirt. It felt like his middle finger was tracing small, light circles around my bellybutton, making me buck my body. I stifled a moan rippling through my throat. It felt so good, but I couldn't moan and enjoy it, it would be too embarrassing. He could tell I was losing control of my actions, a devil of a grin spread on his face. He's going to have a lot of fun with me tonight. Oh, yes he is...