Chap 3- Daffodil
Jane stood up in the middle of the mess that used to be a living room. He heard footsteps approaching and flinched, he knew those footsteps, he heard those footsteps every day. The owner of those footsteps was someone he paid far too much attention to. Then a voice called out, the voice of an angel. Lisbon's voice. "CBI. Come out with your hands up!" He put his hands up, even though he knew the message wasn't for him. He knew he wasn't supposed to be there. He slowly walked through the door. He flinched when he saw Lisbon's expression.
"Jane." It wasn't her usual yell when he was doing something wrong, or something annoying. It was a sound of disappointment.
"Is he there?" Her voice was soft. Jane shook his head. They walked away from the scene in silence. When they got back to the bullpen Lisbon took Jane to one side gently.
"I know that you solve about half of our cases but if you continue like this I will have no choice but to suspend you. I wouldn't let Rigsby act like this, I wouldn't let Cho act like this and I wouldn't let VanPelt act like this so why should I let you?"
"I'm sorry Lisbon."
"But you're not Jane. Are you? You've never listened before. Why would you now?"
The next morning Lisbon sat down at her desk only to find another paper flower. This time a pastel yellow daffodil rested upon an old case file.
A/N: Daffodil= Respect.
I've lost all ability to write fanfiction, my novels are consuming all of my time so I'm updating the chapters I already have written and then finishing with this account.