The only good thing in their ride back to Austin was that it was short. The tension was thick, both sunken in their own anger and frustration. Arrived in front of Lisbon's home, Jane didn't even dare to turn off the ignition, he knew better than impose his presence. They had to calm down before they could talk or touch, if this would even happen again. They both remained seated for a while, not knowing what to say without exploding, before Lisbon grab the door handle to exit the car. Hand on the handle, turned towards the door, her back facing him, she stood still for a second. "Thank you for the week-end, it was... it was almost perfect", she mumbled. Without waiting for his answer she exited the car with her bag, she had held firmly on her knees during the whole trip. In a few steps she was entering her home, slamming shut the door, leaving a very worried and speechless Jane. Looking for another minute her front door, desperately hoping, he drove finally away to his airstream.

Inside her house, Lisbon was pacing like a famished lion in its cage. Anger was a small word to describe her emotional condition. Her eyes were dry and a pounding headache was making itself present with a force she didn't experienced for a long time. Her hands were still shaking and her stomach was now thorn in knots. Grabbing the first thing that her hand encountered, a vase with a bunch of red Amaryllis Jane had offered her before their week-end, she threw it with all her strength against the opposite wall. From the impact with the wall the vase shattered in million pieces, flying away, scratching her face and her hands slightly, leaving small angry red tears. Nausea came right after that outburst, letting her run to empty the content of her stomach in the toilet. Unbelievingly tired after that, she dragged herself to her bedroom, where she didn't even bother with her bedtime routine or getting undressed. It was evening, sleeping was the only thing left to do for her before she could destroy her entire home or herself. The coming nightmares would anyway do enough...

Meanwhile, Jane had reached his Airstream, void from everything. Leaving was the worst he could do to her, she wouldn't understand it, but staying seemed to be worse... Thinking as fast as he could, he only saw one solution, which could give them time to work things out without giving her the impression that he was ditching her. Jane grabbed his phone and dialed the number three of his short number list. An hour later, even on a Sunday evening he was meeting Abott in his office.

"So Jane... What was so urgent that couldn't wait tomorrow morning?", Abott said yawning.

"I'm sorry Dennis... It's just that I'm in a kind of urgency. Is there any possibilities for you to find me another job for the next... let's say ten days?"

"Well... If I get it right you mean another job in… another... place... right?", Abott tried, clearly surprised by that request.

"Mmm... yes, that's what I mean. Do you think it's possible in a way or another?", and Jane remained silent, letting his head fall in his hand. "It's just that I need time and... we need time..."

Abott knew who the 'we' was referring to, but didn't ask further. He examined Jane's posture and words before he began to speak again.

"Alright then... I think they are looking for a replacing profiler in Quantico. You could do some teaching class for the next two weeks, I'll call them tonight. Go and pack, you'll be leaving in the morning."

Jane looked at him, grateful and relieved.

"Uh... there is another thing I have to ask you...", he squirmed on his chair ill-at-ease.

"Don't tell me... I will announce it officially tomorrow: you were required to be there and I didn't gave you a real choice."

"Thank you", was all it was left to say. Jane rose tiredly, shook Abott's hand and left.

Knowing that Lisbon was still on leave, Jane thought he had to tell her himself and not let Abott call, it would be too obvious even for her. Having to leave in the morning his only option was to tell her tonight, which he dreaded. Before sliding the key in her front door, Jane sighed heavily, trying to ease his anxiety. Inside it was pitch dark, but he didn't bother to switch on the light, knowing perfectly his way to her bedroom. Well he thought he knew for the screech under his shoes was rather bemusing. Not moving an inch further, he reached easily the lamp on the commode next to him. With the light on, he could only witness with a horrified look the shattered glass everywhere, the now dying flowers on the floor and some water drops rolling down the wall. His expert eyes noticed right away four small red dots on the carpet where he was standing. Petrified he couldn't even imagine the rage and despair Lisbon had been in to reach that point and if he hadn't come tonight he surely wouldn't have known.

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NB: So now there are two ways sad and comforting or angsty... Will see!

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