I promised another chapter and here it is. I'm trying to cause some tension and a bit of angst. Let me know if there is anything you want me to include in the story and I will try my best. The next chapter will involve some light relief regarding Rigsby and the gang indulging in some traditional British vs American banter so bear with me. Let me know what you think; all reviews are good reviews.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Chapter Seven

It had been a long, difficult day for everyone in the CBI and the CID; and as far as everybody was concerned it was time to call it a night at around eight thirty in the evening.

Having spent the whole day questioning work colleagues and family members, the case hadn't progressed in the slightest; except for virtually ruling out any of these people as suspects leaving them with nothing to go on. Naturally the whole team felt deflated; especially Jane, who had been given the cold-shoulder treatment by Lisbon every since he arrived back at the MET headquarters. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to call her Tinkerbelle in front of everyone. Lisbon was staying behind with Grimshaw to finish up some paperwork while the others headed straight for the pub. Jane declined that offer; he wasn't in the mood for company at the moment. Instead he went on a walk around London, no particular destination in mind, he just went wherever his feet took him; his thoughts mulling over the last thing Lisbon had said to him that evening.

'Just leave me alone Jane.' She had said, amidst a pile of paperwork, when he attempted to apologise for his behaviour at the bank. Normally he would have continued to press her, but something about the way she looked at him told Jane that it was probably best to respect her request for now.

Why was she so mad with him? Sure, he had been an ass but no more than usual. He was especially hurt given the special moment that they had shared earlier in the morning. Usually he could get around Lisbon's annoyance with his sheer charm but he could tell that it probably went deeper than that. He laughed to himself; he was supposed to be a mind-reader for pity's sake, and here he was trying to think exactly what was going through Lisbon's mind and failing epically.

He had to admit though, that he quite liked it went he met people he couldn't read in an instant. As a man skilled in reading people's thoughts and behaviours it can be difficult to find someone to connect to. That's what first attracted him to his wife. From the moment he met her he was taken aback by the fact that he couldn't read her; it was intriguing and incredibly alluring. There had been other brief relationships before Angela came along, but nothing serious. He could always tell exactly what they were thinking and that's never a good thing when it comes to women's minds. But when Angela came along he saw a chance for a proper relationship. One whereby they slowly discovered each other's intimate secrets and he no longer felt alone in the world.

After she was cruelly taken from this life, he resigned himself to a life of solitude once more. That is until he became involved with the CBI and met another enigma by the name of Teresa Lisbon. Sure, she was easy to read at first, but gradually over time he found it increasingly difficult to read what was going on inside her head. This was perhaps the reason why he never tired of her company. Still, in moments like these when he genuinely needed to know what he had done wrong, it was incredibly frustrating.

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Lisbon felt exhausted. Maybe it was the combination of jet-lag, lack of sleep and a case that showed no signs of progressing; but she felt drained.

She knew that she had been harsh on Jane when he returned to the office earlier. She wasn't even that mad at him really; she just wasn't in the right frame of mind to be dealing with him right now. She had felt a pang of regret for treating him so coldly, especially seeing the look upon his face when he left, almost like a lost child. Damn, there she was again, thinking about Jane again. This was partly why she felt like she needed some space away from him at the moment. However, as she was currently sat with Harry, dealing with the paperwork for Jane's behaviour, she doubted that was possible.

Harry approached their joint desk with two piping hot mugs of coffee to help get them through it. 'Thanks for your help Teresa,' he said, sounding equally as worn out as she was, 'I hate the amount of paperwork that comes with this job.'

'Agreed! We should be out there catching the bad guys, not pushing pencils.' She replied with a faint smile that she could just about muster. It was nice that someone knew exactly what she went through on a daily basis. What was Van Pelt thinking suggesting that Harry had the hots for her? He simply understood how hard her job was and they shared that in common.

'You don't happen to have anything stronger do you?' she added without even thinking, almost taken aback that she had even said it. The coffee in front of her didn't look like it would be enough to get her through this evening.

Harry let out a small, understanding laugh as he opened one of his drawers and proceed to place a bottle of Tequila in front of her, complete with two shot glasses.

'Prehaps this will make the form filling that much more bearable?'

'You read my mind,' Lisbon exclaimed, 'although not that that I justify drinking in the workplace it's just...'

'Hey, we're technically off-duty now anyway,' Harry interjected in order to quash her guilt, 'besides I think we both need to let loose a little bit.'

Lisbon couldn't stop the huge grin that made its way across her face and wasted no time in pouring them both a shot.

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The city was freezing at night. Jane realised that he was attracting many concerned looks from members of the public; all of whom were wrapped up in coats while Jane wandered round with just his usual three-piece suit to keep him sheltered from the cold.

He had no idea how long he had been walking for, it must have been ages because he came back virtually full circle and was now approaching Westminster Abbey. It really was a sight to behold. This was one advantage that London definitely had over California; the sights that are steeped in so much history. The amount of famous weddings and funerals that had taken place here along with many other historical events that shaped not only British, but also world history.

As he drew closer to the church that stood directly next to the abbey he saw that the doors were open. In a combination of pure curiosity and need to shelter himself from the cold he ventured inside.

Patrick Jane had never really been a fan of churches. Well, why would he be? He wasn't a believer for one thing, and he always associated them with death; the last time he had ventured inside a church was the day of his wife and daughter's funeral and that was because his wife had been a believer her whole life- it was only right to honour those beliefs in her death.

The church was virtually empty, except for a few people lighting candles in honour of people. Then, without thinking, he made his way over the stand of candles himself and proceeded to light two candles. As he did he thought of his wife and daughter; and the gaping hole that he felt in his heart right now. Beautiful memories of their first vacation together, in this magical city, caused a single tear to run down his cheek. More tears would have certainly followed suit had it not been for a hushed voice that suddenly spoke to him, breaking him out of his solitary trance.

'What are you doing here?'

Jane looked up to see Samantha Jones, with both a look of concern and astonishment on her face as she too lit a candle while clearly resisting the urge to cry.

Coming up: Some crossed wires between Jane/Lisbon and Samantha/Harry, ALSO and an evening in the pub with Risby, cho, Van Pelt, Nikki and Colin...