A/N: When I started writing this chapter, there was only one review and I was like: 'Don't take it personally, Dominique, just don't take it personally. People still love your stories, they are just too lazy to review. Don't be unsure about your story, you're doing fine.' So, thanks guys, for causing me to act like that for two days :P.

Anyways: Thanks for the reviews! :D

And we're getting closer to a happy ending! Don't know how it will end yet (no, how can this end? I've got no clue *sarcasm*), but if you finish this chapter, you'll kinda know in which direction I'm heading :D. (One Direction, lol)

I know it's kinda short, but you should already be happy that I updated :P.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. *pout* The pout doesn't work. *bigger pout*

It felt as though the ground underneath Jane's feet was tearing apart, the earth sucking him into her boiling core.

He had to fight the urge to collapse there and cry his all out.

He was too late. He had missed his chance. Lisbon was gone now.

He turned around so quickly that he almost tripped over his own feet, then ran to the attic.

-YulianaHenderson-

Van Pelt knocked on the door, not quite being able to get rid of the nervous feeling inside her. This was big – no, big was still an understatement.

But she'd be damned if she didn't want it. She just wanted to find the right words to tell Rigsby so. He did have to understand that he couldn't just ask her these things.

Rigsby opened with a slight smile, but his smile increased when he saw her.

And there were the butterflies in her stomach again.

"Grace, come in-"
"I'll do it," she said, suddenly, and Rigsby's eyes widened.

"What?"
"I'll help you, with raising Ben," Van Pelt said, and a twinkling appeared in Rigsby's eyes, if his murderous smile wasn't any indication already.

"Really?"

Van Pelt nodded. "And... And I want to give, us... a chance again. But we first have to discuss it with Lisbon. And if it doesn't work out between us, or Ben doesn't like me, then we'll stop it immediately. And I will ask Lisbon to be transferred to another team. I can't stand behaving like we did after the last time we broke up."

Rigsby pulled her inside, and closed the door by pushing her against it. He pressed his body against hers.

"We'll try, on one condition," Van Pelt said when Rigsby moved in to link their lips. Rigsby nodded.

"Which is?"
"No awkwardness. No secrets. Not for each other, but also not for the rest of the team. I don't want to lie to them. They're the only family I have," Van Pelt said, and Rigsby nodded again.

"I love you, Grace," Rigsby whispered, before he lowered his head and nuzzled the skin in her neck.

-YulianaHenderson-

The bullpen was eerily quiet.

Lisbon was gone, probably out with Mancini or something. She didn't say much about it, Cho had only heard 'Gabe', so he just assumed it was Mancini she was going to.

Jane had fled to his attic, though Cho couldn't comprehend why. Maybe he'd heard that phone conversation Lisbon had had in her office, and was now too much of a coward to tell Lisbon what he thought about her dating other men. He really was a pussy.

Rigsby and Van Pelt were both gone as well, and Cho knew for sure that the two were together. It hadn't been a surprise when he'd seen them hugging in the bullpen when he had arrived at work that morning. It was destined for them to be together, and now that Rigsby and Sarah had broke up and Van Pelt was strong enough to stand up for both of them, there was nothing that could stop them. Maybe themselves, but that could be fixed in the end.

Since when was Cho on the most romantic-incompetent team in the entire state?

-YulianaHenderson-

Jane sat in the window sill of his attic, his face pressed against the cool window, and he was crying.

He did feel like a girl now, but it just hurt so much.

He had thought that Mancini wasn't a threat. Lisbon hadn't been interested in him, or that was what Jane had read when he'd talked to her.

His ringtone sounded, but he wasn't interested. He just wanted to drown in his own misery, escape this evil world and be with Angela and Charlotte. His phone stopped, and he let out a sigh of relief, before it rang again.

Whoever this was, it had to be urgent.

He groaned and got up, picking up his phone. He froze when he saw the caller ID. He shook his head – he didn't want to talk to her.

He threw away his phone, waiting for it to stop again, but once it stopped, it immediately rang again. Jane sobbed, and put his face in his hands.

He knew Lisbon was going to continue calling him until he answered it. He knew that she knew that if he ignored her calls, she knew that something was wrong with him. And after the last couple of days, she'd only been more worried about him so she had to continue to discover the truth. Not that he'd actually witnessed that, since Lisbon still skillfully avoided him.

With the sixth try, Jane knew that ignoring her wouldn't help anymore, so he picked the damned thing up again and answered it.

"What?" he snapped, and he already regretted being so snappy, but Lisbon was gone now and there was no possibility for him to get her anymore.

"Why did you ignore my calls?" Lisbon asked, her tone of voice firm and bossy – but Jane swore he could hear a tiny bit of hurt in the mix there.

"I shouldn't talk to you, but you're making the wrong choices, Lisbon. Mancini is not the man for you, he doesn't care about you, he only wants to find his own pleasure and release. And having a beautiful woman to get there doesn't hurt, that's just a bonus. Don't go there, you deserve so much more. But if you don't want to hear my advice, then by all means, go and have a great time with Mancini. I know your plans. You haven't had sex with a man in a long time, and he is the only one who could give it to you. Go on, I won't stop you. Or is that why you're calling me? To rub it in my face? Why, thank you Lisbon, but it's not working. I blocked out my feelings for you a long time ago, it doesn't affect me anymore. Now go," he said, and almost hung up, if Lisbon hadn't been so quiet at the other end of the conversation.
"Wait... You think that I'm seeing Mancini?"

"Yeah, he called you when you were in the office-"
"That wasn't Mancini!" she protested, and Jane froze.

"Excuse me?"
"Jane, that was Gabriella, my best friend from High School. We hadn't seen each other in quite a while, and we decided to meet up to chat a bit. I can't believe it, Jane. You're jealous? Oh god, I can't believe it. You've got no reason to be jealous, if I were seeing Mancini, that is. But just because you're not ready for a full relationship means that I can't have one either? So I should just wait for a decade more for you to finally understand your feelings. That's great, thank you so freaking much, Jane. You're a cold-hearted jerk, you know that? I don't even know why I trusted you so much," Lisbon snapped.

"I didn't say that-"

"No, you didn't, but you did mean it. Screw you, Jane," Lisbon once more snapped, and ended the conversation.

Jane stood frozen to the floor. It seemed he had destroyed his last chance at being with Lisbon, without him realizing.

He lifted his hand and destroyed a window, the glass breaking apart in a million pieces. Just like his heart.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Ah, Jane, you're here. Have you seen Lisbon?" Van Pelt asked as soon as Jane entered the bullpen. Jane didn't look at her, just continued walking to his couch and laying down.

Van Pelt frowned, but grew instantly worried when she saw Jane's glassy gaze.

"Are you okay, Jane?" Van Pelt asked. Jane didn't reply, and Van Pelt immediately exchanged looks with Rigsby and Cho.

"Jane?" Van Pelt tried again. Then, she saw Jane's hand, and gasped.
"Okay, you're going to the hospital, now," she ordered, and picked up her car keys, but Jane shook his head.

"I'm fine, Grace," Jane murmured, and stared at the Elvis spot on the ceiling.

"I'm gonna call Lisbon," Grace said to the boys, and once again, Jane stopped her by merely shaking his head.

"She's with a friend," Jane said, and Van Pelt frowned.
"Jane, talk to me. How did you injure your hand?"

"I hit a window in the attic."

"Why?"

"Because Lisbon doesn't want me anymore."

"Of course she does-"

"No, Grace, she doesn't. I'm sure she's with Mancini now, just to pester me."

"Then call her-"

"I can't call her, she won't even answer it."

"So you want to call her?"

Jane tore his gaze away from Elvis and looked at Van Pelt.

"Of course. But it's of no use to call her if she's not going to answer it."

Van Pelt sighed, and reached into Jane's jacket pocket to take his phone out. She pressed 1 on the speed dial, knowing Jane and Lisbon far too well, and passed the phone on to Jane.

"Apologize," she ordered, and sat down on the chair closest to Jane's couch.

Jane stared at his phone, but then put it against his ear.

"Mancini," the man answered at the other end, and Jane shot up.

"This is Lisbon's phone," Jane said simply, and there was a short pause at the other end.
"Oh, hey Jane. You don't need to check on Teresa, she's fine-"

"Why are you answering for her?"
"Because she's... busy, at the moment."

"What are you doing to her?"
"Nothing. You could better ask what she's doing to me," Mancini said, and Jane frowned. Then, he realized what was happening.

Lisbon really did go to have sex with Mancini to pester Jane.

"Be good to her, Gabe," Jane said simply, and there was a short pause again, before he heard the rustling of a phone being passed on to somebody else, and his heart started pounding frantically in his chest.
"What do you want, Jane? Stop me from being happy again?" Lisbon asked, and Jane swallowed.

"No. I wanted to apologize."

"Why?"
"Because I'm a jerk. And I don't deserve you. But I want you. Please, could you come to the office now? I don't want to be having this conversation over the phone," Jane said.

"And what do you want me to say now? 'Yes Jane, of course Jane'?"

"Something like that."
Lisbon sighed, apparently admitting defeat. "You're unbelievable. I'm on my way."

Jane lowered his phone as soon as Lisbon hung up, and looked at Van Pelt.

"She's coming," Jane said, and Van Pelt let out a sigh of relief. How much she wanted these two to just behave like all other people for once.

Van Pelt returned to her desk again, and Jane put his phone back in his jacket pocket. Not the one with the red velvet box.

A/N: Wow, I'm really coming close to an ending here already. I thought that this story would be longer, but I just can't seem to write stories that have 43 chapters. That's why I'll never write a book :D.

You noticed that when Jane talked about Mancini and how he wasn't the right man for Lisbon, he said 'having a beautiful woman beside him'? Honestly, I think that's an opinion, not a fact (not that I think that Robin isn't absolutely, stunningly beautiful), so we're getting there people! (if the ending wasn't any indication already :D)

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