Title: The Walls Are Closing Around Us
Author: miss_peg
Rating: PG
Summary: The warehouse building stood on the corner of two very empty streets in the middle of a derelict area somewhere outside of Sacramento.
Notes: A holiday fic for steelesimz's prompt The walls are closing around us about the characters Jane and Lisbon.
The warehouse building stood on the corner of two very empty streets in the middle of a derelict area somewhere outside of Sacramento. Lisbon held her flashlight up above her shoulder and thanked God for the brand new batteries she'd found in the trunk of her car. She walked cautiously down the corridor and away from the entrance to the building. Jane stood behind, barely a foot between them, as he stayed close to their only source of light. Suddenly a loud clashing of wood upon concrete made them jump and Jane grappled with her arm until she pushed him back and pulled her gun out its holster.
'Lisbon, if I die,' he began, but she cut him off.
'Quit being a baby and hold the flashlight.'
He took the light and his worries seemed to dissipate as though the flashlight held all of the power and security. She stood at his side, her gun fixed in front of her, ready and waiting for whatever danger may have been upon them.
She rested a hand on the door at the end of the corridor and signalled for Jane to get behind her before she opened it slowly. She snatched the light off Jane, who was too busy shining it at the ceiling to follow her instructions and rested her gun wielding arm upon her wrist.
'Hey!'
'Shh,' she hushed and he stood pouting behind her.
They entered the room slowly and with Jane's hand grasping the material of Lisbon's jacket, she would have pushed him away if it didn't give her the comfort of knowing he was there. The door banged shut behind them and something sprang to life, a loud mechanical whirring sound filled the room.
'Lisbon, what was that?' said Jane, turning around and following as she searched the room with the flashlight.
Before she could respond the walls had moved a few feet closer, gradually inching forwards.
'Lisbon,' he said again, his voice growing more strained as the space around them shrunk considerably.
'The door, the door,' she shouted, pushing him towards in the direction she assumed was the right one but as the flashlight turned shadows into objects the door seemed to have vanished from sight.
'Where is it?' he shouted back, despite being stuck in a metre square room with Lisbon stood inches from his side.
'I don't know.'
The walls eventually moved closer until there was barely enough space for them to be stood together. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and there they stood, firmly together.
'I'm scared,' she whispered, lifting her face up in order to look him in the eye. He stared back down at her and nodded his agreement. He could feel her heart thumping in her chest, jumping across their bodies and into his own. The fear coursing its way around his body left him speechless and so, with little air to breath and little space to move, he inched closer to her and allowed his lips to meet hers.
A loud crashing of papers and hardback books made him jump, wakening him from his slumber. He opened his eyes and there was Elvis on the ceiling above his couch. He let out a long, deep breath which he imagined he'd been holding. Maybe he wasn't really stuck in a room about to face death with Lisbon, but that didn't stop him from closing his eyes and allowing the kiss to reach its conclusion.
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