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Her head bolted up. Her first thought was shit, I'm going to be late for work! Then it all came back to her. She must've fallen asleep in the tub. She was shivering. She didn't know how much time had passed. The water was cold and unpleasant. She stood up and pulled a towel around her body. She took a step out.
"Ow! Damn it. What the hell."
She looked down at shattered pieces of glass around her foot. She must've knocked her wine glass over and broke it. And now her foot was cut up. Great. She carefully stepped over the pieces with her other foot. Then grabbed another towel to press against her bleeding foot. Lisbon sat down on the toilet seat and uncovered the damage. She had a couple pieces of glass lodged in her foot. Nothing serious though, no need for stitches. She bandaged her foot up, then moved to the bedroom to get dressed. The bedside clock read 3:28a.m. She couldn't believe it. She had slept for a solid five hours in the tub. Lisbon threw on some old sweats and collapsed on her bed. She was still so tired, but her mind wouldn't stop running.
What was she going to do about her team? Her job? What about Jane? She had no way of trying to contact him. He had no phone. It had been a week. And no contact from him. Just the brief message he left for her. A week in that FBI hell hole. A nationwide manhunt was in effect for Jane. Every news and radio station talked about Red John, the CBI, and Jane nonstop. Reporters were camped outside the CBI and FBI. Thank God they hadn't found out where she lived. Lisbon's life had already been turned upside down enough. She didn't know what to do with herself. What was she supposed to do without Jane? Her best friend, her partner, the man she had carelessly fallen in love with. She told herself to never rely on anyone. But slowly, Jane wiggled his way into her heart and never got out. She didn't know what to do without him by her side. She was pathetic and weak. She was just fine before Jane entered her life. She was fine being alone. He pushed his way into her life. Made her feel things she shouldn't have been feeling. Pushed her out of her comfort zone. Did all these things to her and she still wanted him. Then, like everyone else, he left her. Like she meant nothing to him. She wanted to help him, let them face Red John together. Didn't she deserve at least that much? She trusted him. She trusted him with her heart. And even her gun. If she meant anything to him why did he push her away. They should've stopped Red John together. Instead, he attacked McAllister. God, she couldn't believe Jane. He actually killed someone with his bare hands. He strangled the life out of someone. He had turned himself into a killer. No matter how much McAllister deserved it, Lisbon couldn't accept it. Jane was now a criminal. He could never be free in America again. He could never visit her or bring her coffee. Make her smile, solve a case, make her yell at him, or be incredibly sweet and thoughtful like he sometimes was. And most importantly, they could never be together. Everything had changed and it would never be the same ever again.
She willed herself not to cry again. She had already shed too many tears for him in one night. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a long time. Eventually, her eyelids started to droop and she drifted off into oblivion.