Jane-sitter
Damn, damn, damn. She's an agent, not a babysitter.
(No, wait a minute. A babysitter would flee so very far away from Jane – no matter how obnoxious are the kids she usually looks after. She's not even sure that a dog-sitter would be willing to put up with such an annoying man. Maybe it would be a good idea to buy a collar and a leash and use them on Jane anyway.)
How is that in all these years she hasn't managed to knock some sense into that thick skull of his?
And she's the one who has the liability for his actions. That's simply ironic.
She'd really like to shoot him sometimes. It would make her feel so much better…
The most infuriating thing is that he always finds a way to melt away her righteous anger.
Sometimes he just gives her one of his dazzling smiles and offers some candid explanation – like the fact that his trick finally allowed them to close the case, or something like that.
Other times he comes out with unexpected gifts. An origami frog – she still keeps it hidden in the bottom drawer of her nightstand, though she really can't understand why she's not able to throw the damn thing away – an emerald necklace, even a living pony.
She hates it when he does such things – yet she finds it absolutely endearing at the same time.
Maybe that's exactly why she's still willing to put up with his crazy stunts. Even if that is going to cost her the job one day.
Another reason is that she can see the broken man behind his cheerful mask. So she sticks with him, hoping that in time she might be able to fix some of the shards of his damaged soul.
That he can heal and be whole again.
Someday.