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What was it doing here?
She picked it up, feeling tears boiling up in her eyes.
She looked at it.
A bottle of vodka, almost empty. A used glass next to it.
She placed it on her desk.
Was she an alcoholic? Just like her dad?
But underneath the bottle was something that she didn't quite understand.
It was a picture, clearly drawn by a child, A man was hanging from the stairs, a rope strangling him.
More things she didn't get. What was this all?
She collapsed, but hit the chair with her head, and passed out.
-YulianaHenderson-
Jane dialed Teresa's number for the thousandth time, but he got no response.
Okay, so he was seriously panicking right now. His breath was accelerating, tears stinging in his eyes. If something bad happened to Teresa, he would never forgive himself. He would be the cause of that all.
Just one time. He dialed it again, and much to his surprise didn't immediately got voicemail.
"Teresa," she stated, and Jane sighed out of relief.
Thank God, at least she wasn't dead.
"Hello?" she asked, when she got no response.
"Teresa, where are you?" Jane asked.
"I... I think... I...," she whispered, followed by a series of sobs.
"Oh no... Don't cry, Teresa, please," Jane all but begged. It killed him, Teresa crying and him not being able to hold her in his arms, to make her stop crying.
"Are you in your office?" Jane asked, seeming that was the only place she could be at this time. Every other place was closed right now.
"Yes...," she whispered.
"Stay there, I'll come and get you. Don't panic," he said, and hung up. He didn't even bother with putting on a jacket when he left the house. All that mattered was that he got to Lisbon.
-YulianaHenderson-
When Jane'd entered the bullpen, he immediately saw that Lisbon's office door was open. But he didn't see her. Oh God, maybe she was gone already.
He entered her office, and saw Teresa laying on the ground behind her desk.
He approached her, and knelt down beside her.
She looked at him. He smiled faintly.
"What happened?"
Teresa slowly sat up straight, Jane helped her.
She pointed at the bottle on her desk.
"I found that. But I don't know why it's here," she said.
Jane looked at it as well. He couldn't recall one moment where Lisbon had actually drunk a lot of alcohol. Just bits, at some parties, but she seemed to know to where she could go, concerning alcohol. Jane'd always admired that.
It wasn't strange though, considering that her dad was a heavy drinker as well, and she wouldn't want to become like him.
"I don't know either. But I never saw you drinking it, so don't worry," he said. He stood up, grabbed the bottle and placed it in the open drawer.
There he saw a picture. Well, more of like a drawing. From a child's hand, obviously.
He decided to let it rest. Teresa already had a hard time processing the bottle of vodka. Maybe she'd already seen the drawing, but that was for later care.
She looked at him, still sitting on the ground.
"How did you even end up on the floor?" he asked. She sighed.
"I collapsed when I saw the bottle, and hit the chair with my head," she explained.
"But this is such a soft chair, how is that even possible?" he teased, and she hit his leg.
She wiped at her eyes, removing the last bit of tears. He reached out his hand, and helped her up.
When she was on her feet again, her body close to his, she swallowed.
"About our kiss..."
"I know. I'll promise that I'll never do it again, okay?" Jane asked, but Teresa shook her head.
"That's not it. Just... I'm certain that I'll, as in the one I'm supposed to be, come back eventually. Save all the kisses you've got for that moment, okay?" she asked, and he hesitated a bit. But he still nodded yes.
He grabbed her hands again, pulling her in closer and hugged her.
"Thank you, Patrick," she whispered in his chest, "for saving me."
He kissed the top of her head.
"It's the least I can do, Teresa."
-YulianaHenderson-
Teresa was very tired. Which was quite understandable, since she hadn't slept well the last couple of nights.
Jane looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw that Teresa was fast asleep.
He smiled.
She was so beautiful when she was asleep. No: She was always beautiful, not only when she was sleeping.
He parked his car in front of his house.
What now?
Great, he had to carry Teresa inside, since he didn't want to wake her.
This would be like one of these awesome moments in your childhood, where you fell asleep on the couch and magically was in your bed when you awoke.
He stepped out of his car, opened the car door, and lifted Teresa up. He groaned. But not because she was heavy, no, the complete opposite.
Because it was still strange for him to be taking care of his tough female boss. The older Teresa Lisbon would never, EVER let Patrick Jane carry her. Not even if they gave her a big sum of money.
Never.
And now, he was 'just' carrying her inside. Not that she could protest though.
He entered the house, and went straight into her room.
But when he placed her on her bed, she awoke.
She quickly flung her arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go. He tried to sit her down, but she wouldn't let him.
He sighed, and walked into his room. He placed her on the bed, but fell down with her because she still didn't want to let him go.
Instead of feeling awkward because he was laying on top of her, she chuckled.
He smiled.
"What's so funny?" he asked. She shrugged.
"Oh, I don't know. This," she said, motioning to the fact he laid on top of her. He smiled, and laid down next to her.
She turned on her side, to look at him.
"So... I'm just sweet?" she asked, and he rolled his eyes.
"Are we really going to bring up this again?"
She nodded, an innocent smile on her lips.
He sighed.
"Okay. Well, you're harsh sometimes, throwing orders into the space like you're some kind of dictator. You always follow the rules strictly, never let me do anything I want, which is within your right, of course, since you're my boss, but it annoys the crap outta me at moments," Jane explained.
He saw that Teresa's smile disappeared when he spoke.
"So... I'm mean?" she asked. She turned on her back and began staring at the ceiling.
"No, you're not. You're actually a great boss and team leader. You never fail to rescue me whenever I get in trouble. And beside from that, you're my buddy, my best friend. I've been through a lot, and you've always been by my side when I needed it, even when I didn't want it," he said. He looked at her, and saw she was looking at him in confusion.
"What have you been through?"
A/N: Another cliffhanger! I'm evil, I know :D.
Will Jane tell her what he's been through, or will he wait as long as possible? Who knows?
Well, I do, but yeah, it's a rhetorical question :D.
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