"What the heck!", he screamed before turning the side lamp on.
Lisbon automatically sat on the bed discovering in her move her casted forearm. Jane was horrified and couldn't stare at nothing but her broken wrist, couldn't speak a word, he was frozen on the spot. On the bed Lisbon was still between sleep and waking, years away from the reality, being awake with a male yell, herself hurting... It wasn't Agent Teresa Lisbon sitting in front of a quivering Jane, but "'T" in front of her drunk father. Unaware of her "in-between" state, he raised his terrified eyes to her face catching a glimpse of a blue spot on her right cheek, her face injuries still fully covered with her long hair. He rushed like a flash to her, rising his hand. All she saw was that hand, all she feared was a blow hitting her face, closing her eyes tightly, not budging, not breathing, just waiting... A slight shaking started has soon as she felt a hand uncovering her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. Too shocked by what he was seeing, Jane still didn't noticed the terror she was waking up from.
"What... How...", he whispered talking to himself.
Kneeled on the bed detailing every scratches in front of his sight, he raised then his head to look at her eyes, which were still so tightly shut it surely hurt her. Breathless, shaking, closed to the world, a lonely tear falling on her cheek, Jane understood directly, it was not what she had experienced a week before, it was deeper and definitely calling back scary memories.
"Hey Teresa... Love, look at me please. It's me, I'm not going to hurt you", his voice now a bit smoother, even if his body and mind were still in shock. Her left hand was grasping the sheet, but Jane was stroking gently the back of it, trying to open it and replacing the sheet by his own hand. His other hand found place on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
"Teresa, it's fine... Breathe, look at me... Come on Love. Breathe in... Breathe out... You can do it, come on...". Very slowly Lisbon woke up from one of her worst nightmare ever. He kept talking to drag her back to him and sighed his relief when she at last showed him her beautiful eyes. Jane smiled sweetly at her even though his heart and thoughts were clearly in a monstrous storm. As soon as she was fully present again she bursted into tears, her forehead falling on his shoulder, her hand now holding his with force. He placed his arm around her shoulder and spoke softly in her ear. "It's fine, I'm here with you and I love you..".
After that it was rather difficult for Jane to require explanation for her injuries, he had mixed feeling between anger, disappointment and protection. But he couldn't leave it alone even if it was rather late and they were both exhausted. He got up from the bed and stood still.
"What happened?", he ask a bit harsher than intended, when she had completely regain control. She remained silent and his anger gained ground quickly.
"Teresa, I left only yesterday and I can't remember seeing you so purple, blue and broken. I can't remember either you telling me about it when we last talked on the phone. But of course I could have fallen in the fifth dimension and forget about it completely", his voice now angry and exasperated.
Lisbon speechless was looking at him now pacing in the room. The first sense of shame for having silenced the all story was clearing slowly. She knew that saying nothing would be the main reproach but she couldn't quite get such a heavy anger.
"So you have nothing to tell me?! You want to keep it low, like nothing happened?! How can you tell me being a cop is what you are, when you're obviously unable to protect yourself!", it was rather low coming like this and as soon as he said those words he regretted it bitterly.
"Oh hold on here!", she began to say while trying to stand up as well.
"No I'm sorry, I can't hold on here, because it's impossible with you!", shit he should stop that all escalation, it will be ugly very soon and the risk to do irreparable damages was too high. Lisbon was stunned at his behavior, gentle and lovingly a minute turning angry and mean the really next. He had never experienced it on her she realized.
The silence was heavy, both standing and staring furious at the other. Lisbon broke the false quietness, "well I'm happy you came back home and I see NY did you good. As you have your own mind about all of this, I have nothing else to say. I'm sure your great mind can figure out what happened to me. As you certainly can see even if you don't give a damn, I'm tired and in pain, so I will leave you to your nasty words to get some meds. In the meantime you are welcome to go sleeping wherever you please, which does not include my bed."
Lisbon was incredibly controlled, only her rising heart beat betrayed her immense sadness and hurt. She walked past him without a look, making a small halt in the corridor, dizziness suddenly invading her head. Holding herself to the wall she entered the bathroom, slammed the door and slid along it crying. Jane was still in the room, trying to figure out what happened and how they got to this point.
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