Lisbon couldn't help but squirm slightly in her seat as she waited for Jane's account of the previous night.
She could recall it perfectly, much to her dismay. It would make lying to him so much more difficult. She was glad that he was driving; it meant she didn't have to look him in the eye. The eyes were not the windows to the soul, they were the doors, and Patrick Jane could hold her doors wide open.
"Damn you Jane," she breathed lowering the binoculars a brief second while she felt around for a fresher coffee. Her eyes were instantly back on the pair.
Kristina leaned forward to meet Jane halfway across the table. She brought her lips to his cheek. Jane switched the grip she had on his hand and instead, held hers. Their faces were so close that their noses almost touched.
"Kristina I think that this gesture has been wonderful it really has..." Jane began.
"You don't want this," she finished for him, "I understand, you want her"
Patrick grinned and began to lower himself back into his seat. Kristina lunged after him, managing to plant a kiss firmly beside his mouth.
Lisbon recoiled in horror – Did they just kiss?
She fumbled for the binoculars that she had mistakenly lowered, too late to see anything significant, just the pair settling back into their seats.
"Who do I want?" Patrick was determined to test the alleged psychic; with the biggest grin possible of course. He took a sip from the glass of water she had obliged to pour for him. She looked into his eyes, searched every single bit of them.
"It's either forbidden, or you're ashamed of it," she said quietly, "A man with an ego as large as yours Patrick, would have spoken about her before now"
Patrick remained perfectly still in his seat, grin still fixed in place, hand firmly around the glass of water.
"I think it's both. A shameful secret, but are you ashamed of her? Or ashamed of yourself? Patrick Jane, the faithful man, considers himself still married even though his wife has passed. How terrible it would look if you acted on what you felt"
Under the table Jane rubbed the ring he still wore with his thumb; and swallowed hard. He looked up again at Kristina.
"A work colleague," she decided after a few further moments of staring at the unusually uncomfortable Patrick, "Im right," she declared seeing him shift slightly in his seat, "It can't be the red head, she loves the big guy. It's the boss... Lisbon, oh Patrick, you bad boy" Patrick focused everything into his combative stare. He tried to regain his unreadable demeanour, "It's too late to start your mind games again," she laughed raising up her wine glass, "To you Patrick... To you"
To walk away now would confirm her 'suspicions', so Patrick Jane remained at the table, remained in the uncomfortable presence of Kristina Fryhe.
As the night came to a close Jane made his way out into the street towards his car. His keys tinkled in his hand loosely. The only sound able to break through his thoughts was the scraping of his shoes against the concrete before he halted beside his car. Something caught his attention.
A little way down the street on the opposite side of the road - Was that a CBI car?
It loomed up through the dark street - unmistakable.
Jane frowned and followed his usual twinge of curiosity, slowly towards the vehicle. When he reached the driver's side door he grinned. In a reclined position, empty coffee cup held loosely in her hand, was a very worn out looking Lisbon. She was fast asleep, much to his amusement. He flicked through the bunch of keys in his hand; he usually had a spare, and let himself quietly into the passenger side.
Jane sat a moment, just watching her. He sighed and shook his head.
"Oh Lisbon..." he whispered sadly reaching for the blanket folded on the back seat. He put it gently over her, being careful not to wake her. With the light from the street lamp flowing over her, Jane could see all her relaxed and delicate features. She was very beautiful when she wasn't barking out orders, yelling at him, or punching him in the face - or frowning - though the frown made her look quite cute. He planted a surprisingly loving kiss on her forehead before slipping out of the car and locking the door. As he did he was sure he heard her murmur his name - perhaps he was mistaken.
The buzzing of the central locking roused Lisbon from her unusually deep sleep - she rarely slept so deeply - she rarely slept at all. She barely lifted her lids before settling down, pulling the blanket more tightly around her.
Even when the brilliant sunlight woke her up the next morning the presence of the blanket didn't raise her suspicions. Instead she cursed at herself, panicked at the ridiculous hour she had slept until and roared her way to CBI determined to make it there before anyone arrived.
She hurried to her office, firmly locked the door, and flopped into her chair. With her forehead against the desk she drifted, slowly, off to sleep.
The only thing that stirred her was the cup of coffee being set down beside her.
They sat in silence. Always in silence.
Lisbon turned completely away from him, putting as much distance between them as possible. The radio no longer sent out the feel good vibrations. Jane focused solely on the road in front.
There was nothing left to say.