Chapter 2
Lisbon shot a quick glance at the pair – Jane brewing a fresh cup of tea, Grace pouring herself some coffee – and decided to steer clear of the kitchenette. Surely she had no intention of playing gooseberry.
With a sigh she went back to her office. Coffee would have to wait.
Who'd have guessed that?, her mind told her for what sounded at least the hundredth time.
Of course she had always hoped that Jane would eventually move on after – well, after Red John. She just hadn't expected him to choose Grace of all people.
Well, why not, after all?
Both of them broken, they could probably understand each other better than anyone else. Maybe being together would help them mend a little.
She really hoped that. After all he'd been through, Jane deserved to be finally happy. And Grace… well, Grace had a claim to her share of happiness too.
She should be glad for them. She was glad. It was just…
She was going to miss him.
Their friendship. The lighthearted banter. Even his wild escapades.
She had been so mad at him in the aftermath of Red John's shooting. She had fought for him nonetheless. He was her friend, after all.
They had barely exchanged a couple of words in private after he'd been released from prison. He still seemed to avoid her half the time.
She accepted it. Maybe their friendship had never meant that much to him, after all.
Maybe she was born to be alone.
Suddenly she felt incredibly tired. She just couldn't wait for the afternoon to be over.
Then she could go home and spend the rest of the evening brooding over the emptiness of her own life.