Well, I got here. Have to say I'm not sure where to go next. I can't 'finish' it because it's all still going on, but I have to close it somehow. A few more chapters methinks.

Suggestions welcome.

Thanks for the reviews. Glad I am not alone in feeling like an imperfect human camera that loses track of space and situation. I'd like to start a page with "Look, people move about. Okay? Just fill-in the pacing and shifting and leaning and waving!" And then proceed never to use any verbs at all!

The walk in the night chapter

Plan B was on hold. Teresa was home, alone, on her old couch. The day had been bewildering, poignant, breathtaking and hopeless. They had thrashed the thing out between them for hours. It was certain that there were many new leads. It was also certain that Lorelei was withholding.

She groaned and pulled Jane's ring from her pocket. It had been there all day, a symbol of something real, a small promise. They had not spoken again, but she had looked at his hands — too often; the others had started noticing.
After she called a halt and they broke-up, she had hoped to corner him, but he'd dissolved away. How did he do that?

Her cell rang.
"Teresa?" His voice trickled electricity into her.
"Where the heck did you go to? I swear you're some kind of spirit."
"Or a ninja."
"Or that," she laughed.
"What are you doing?" He asked her. Well, that was also new. It was always about work, when did he ever wonder what she was doing?
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She teased.
"On your couch, in the dark, I imagine."
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Psychic, I am proceeding with Plan B." She was slightly shocked to hear herself say this, but it just felt like a good idea.
"Oh-ho, Plan B? You have plans! Alternate plans? Reveal all."
"If you insist. I am going to visit Walter tonight." So there.
"I see. Well, you had better get a move on. It's very late."
"Fine." She said coldly.
He laughed. "You won't reach New York unless you leave right now."
"Huh?"
"I'm afraid Walter had to be at some celebrity thing." This was news. Walter had promised her he would be around.
"Rubbish," she said, "I saw him last night and we have plans."
"B plans?"
"The very same."
"Okay. You need a lift to the airport?"
"Jane, I am not going to New York because Walter is not in New York."
"Afraid he is, my dear."
"What did you do Jane?"
"Oh, a little recon. A little subterfuge. I also have a plan B."
"You better spill Jane or so help me!"
"Okay, Teresa. Don't burst. Open your door."

What?

..xx..

He was still Jane, detached, aloof, but he shyly took her hand and lead her into a walk. She followed him, going nowhere; saying nothing, holding her nerve and this strange spell.
"Would you really have tried it with Mashburn?" He asked in that way of his; talking to a crowd rather than to her.
"It's not crazy and he's nice."
Their awkward conversation began to take a rhythm. A few steps, the odd glance, silence and then small words.
"I understand loneliness," he said.
"What do you understand about it?" He clenched her hand briefly.
She hoped he would not repeat what she already knew. His family, the vengeance, the brink of madness, the isolation.
"I went to the house yesterday," he replied.
He said nothing for a few steps, and released her hand.
"It wasn't easy to get that ring off." He held his fingers up. She kept quiet.
"It feels lighter. I can't be certain that it's really gone."
"I know Jane."
"So many years. So much purpose."
"We are stuck." She said.
He took her hand again and they walked for a while.
"We never really speak, Teresa. There's the mission and the distractions of work, but I don't know what you do — who you are — when you're not Agent Lisbon."
She smiled. This was how to unstick. He was doing fine. She replied with her hand.
"Are you —" He looked briefly at her, "ever just plain Teresa? A girl?"
"I haven't been. My life is some pathetic parallel to yours."
She stopped and turned to face him a little. He was so tall, she had to look up. It made her self-conscious.
"It's not only your wife and daughter, there's Bosco and the other victims. I wanna catch that bastard, Jane."
"I know you do."
She scowled, "But I don't want to be stuck anymore."
"You made that clear," he paused. "Thank you."
"Did you take your ring off for me Jane?" They started their slow walk again.
"Because of you Teresa." She felt hope drain.
"What does that mean?" She disliked how small her voice sounded.
"I feel like a man who just woke up. I'm new to this."
Feeling hope return she quickly said, "I'll help you. That, or kill you."
He squeezed her hand a touch.
"Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
The night washed them for a while, before she returned his hand and parted. She liked that he remained to watch her until she reached her door.
"Get some sleep Jane!" She called, as she went inside.

..xx..

Walter called her later, from New York.
"Teresa, I am sorry. I think Jane pulled a fast one."
"What happened?"
"It's too embarrassing to detail, but I was certain that someone flashy wanted my company. It came from a trusted source and I—"
"You blew me off, Walter." She could hear him gulp.
She didn't let him continue, not wanting to blame him, "Don't sweat it, I'm a big girl. Besides—"
"You talked to him?"
"Yeah, I see a something like a light at the end of this tunnel."
"Tell Jane my vengeance will be swift and biblical."
"Don't joke about vengeance, but yeah, I will."
They parted friendly.

Her apartment didn't seem as hostile. The accusing ache in her belly didn't manifest. Her pillow was soft and perfect. She slept instantly.

..xx..

Back at work again. For a change, the first person she saw was Jane, snoozing on his couch. She simply watched him for a while, the moment too fragile to waste.
This feeling of acceptance, of decision, was new to her too. She had to let herself feel and that was strange. Can I do this? She was doubting herself when his breathing shifted, and she knew he was awake.
"Don't stir on my account," she said. He opened his eyes and gave her a smile.
"Morning Teresa," he stretched like a cat, "I hope you slept as well as I did."
"Where did you sleep Jane?" She came over to the couch.
"Right here." He brushed his shirt down and swung to sit up.
"You gonna live here forever?"
"You going to let me?"
She blinked. "Don't bet on it."
He smiled again. God, she loved that smile.
"Tell me what's on your mind, right now," she asked him. He glanced down, broke contact.
"You, at a loss for words?" She gently mocked. He looked up again.
"Lots. There's lots on my mind. Right now?"
"Yes."
"Oddly happy with impending suspicion." He smirked.
"That'll do." She laughed.