Lisbon ate her breakfast for lunch, it was really a bad day, she was in pain, tired and worried. How would Jane take in her injuries? Will it be too much and sent him definitely on the run? Her headache was beginning to settle, so pain-killers were also on the menu. As soon as they kicked in she decided to make something of her afternoon by going grocery shopping. In her condition the priority was made for one meal to care: supper; next breakfast would have to wait for Jane's arrival. Luckily it was a mild day which allowed her to wear a summer hat without looking ridiculous or attracted suspicious stares. After a good half-an-hour clumsily dressing in another big shirt, hers at least, a pair of jeans and easy shoes to slip on, she was ready to leave.
Driving was out of the question, thereby she walked painfully to the closest grocery shop, making on the way small halts to rest her worn-out body and increasing headache.
The shop wasn't very crowded and with only one meal to provide and only one hand to carry her errands, she was rapidly queueing to pay and that's when she saw him... Looking around to distract herself while waiting, she caught the glimpse at a young teenager busy choosing some candy bar on the shelf. Her breath hitched in her throat and she remained frozen on the spot. That boy was the one from the day before, the one who ran first: short, dark hair, brown eyes! Before raising suspicion on her behavior, she straightened herself as best as she could, regained control, paid and left the store, waiting discretely outside. Few minutes later he came out and started walking, unaware of being followed by a small brown haired woman with a summer hat and a cast on her right hand. Fortunately the teenager moved in a lazy pace and rejoined after a 10 minutes walk his destination: a three floors house.
Passing the small gate, he accelerated towards the main door, greeting passionlessly on his way through the front yard two teenagers. The door closed behind him as he rushed in, leaving Lisbon to stare wordless at the place. The colored walls and graffitis, the come and go of young people and the cleanness were all indication of an institution for youth in difficulties.
It was late afternoon when she finally crossed the threshold of her house, truly exhausted and hurting from head to toe. She could have used a taxi to ride back home, but thought the walking would help her to think about her next move regarding her encounter and to ease her nerves regarding Jane's arrival later. As best as she could, she got undressed, protected her cast and slipped in the shower. Lisbon knew that she would probably be asleep soon after eating something and was then relieved to know the dreaded meeting with Jane would be postponed to the morning. Indeed later when Jane opened the door, he had found a small light on in the leaving room and Lisbon nowhere to be seen.
It smelled rather good in her home, increasing Jane's hungry feelings. His stay in New York had been short but very intensive, leaving him no time to eat or sleep properly. He was tired and famished. On the kitchen table Lisbon had left a plate with linguine al pesto, a small side salad and a cute note – Enjoy your meal and sleep well, I'll see you tomorrow, LU –. A sweet smile formed on his lips, he was glad to be at home, really glad. Witnessing her nice gesture, all the worries he had felt the previous day vanished, she seemed to get better and that was a real relief.
Forty minutes later Jane had eaten and showered, and was slipping into bed. Lisbon was fast asleep, recovering from her day, laying on her left side showing her back to him. The cast and her face couldn't be seen in the darkness of the room, also hidden under the cover. It was the last thought to wake her but he needed to feel her body, to smell her scent, to feel her close. He sneaked softly closer to her and put his right hand on her waist, meeting his chest to her back, making her shifting a bit without waking her up. Gently with his hand he pulled her to him, to be able to feel her reassuring weight. But the weight of something else collided on his arm, something heavy and hard. With his hand he explored briefly the foreign object, that seemed to be connected to her body and jumped out of bed.
"What the heck!", he screamed before turning the side lamp on.
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NB: Thank you to all the readers, who are still following and reviewing that story! I'm new with all that but still enjoy myself!
There are many things I don't know, like if "institution for youth in difficulties" are existing like that in the States, have no idea. It's part of the fun and imagination! There are many details I could try to write to the story but I'm not good enough in english for that... Let's see next chapter how will it turn between Jane and Lisbon!