Hello again! I couldn't sleep, and suddenly had an idea of how to next move along in my little story. I apologise for it's shortness, but i didn't want to go any further, as it would of taken away from the point of this chapter. I hope you like it..
Of Many Things
Chapter Twenty Seven
It was the morning of Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon's funeral; too early to be classed as the day, but not quite the night either. Three agents and their consultant were sat on the floor, backs against a brown leather sofa, pizza and a shot of tequila placed in front of each of them. Neither really knew how they were supposed to act, if there was even a proper way. Their hearts had been shattered. Their lives put on hold. None were yet dressed for the funeral; they had hours before they needed to be ready. They had come together to watch the sun rise over the city which held such bitter sweet memories, and to raise a toast to the most wonderful woman they had ever had the pleasure to know. A silence encased them, so deep that it could only come from being lost in one's own thoughts. Words seemed too small. Even the most poetic and beautifully formed words in the English language couldn't touch the very tip of what Lisbon had meant to them. She had always been the glue that held their team together. No one would ever replace her; no one would dare try. The room was suddenly shaken into realisation as the great bells of a nearby clock rang out six times. The morning had truly arrived. The day they had all desperately feared had begun.
Raising his shot glass filled with the fiery liquid of the day, Cho was the first to speak his goodbyes, 'To my beautiful best friend.'
Following suit, Grace raised her glass too, 'To the strongest woman i have ever known.'
Rigsby nervously raised his own glass, 'To a magical soul.'
All eyes fell to Jane, who with tears in his cerulean eyes, raised his glass to the woman he loved, 'To Teresa, the greatest love i have ever known. And to Lisbon, our fearless saviour of the world.'
Four shot glasses were then brought together in the middle of the circle they found themselves in; the satisfying clink of glass ringing frightfully loud against the almost deserted CBI building, 'To Teresa Lisbon,' they chorused, each throwing back their tequila; a slight shock running through each of them as the warmth began to spread. To the outside world pizza and tequila shots seemed like an odd way to honour their boss, but to them it was the perfect way to celebrate the life of their beloved Lisbon. Closed case pizza and tequila had become a tradition within their team; and all four had wanted desperately to be together to share in the day and all that it meant, before the horror of it consumed them fully. Everyone else would expect to see four members of law enforcement; forever professional, even in the face of such heartbreak. They had wanted to just be together; be themselves. Celebrate the life of Teresa, who had always been so much more to them than simply Agent Lisbon. A private homage to every moment they had ever spent together. Just the five of them. A family in their own right. A family who would forever be missing the greatest piece of their hearts. Black tie and professionalism could wait. In that instant, as the sun shone through cracks in the blinds and sparkled brightly across the entire room, they could simply be who they needed to be. Tears streaked freely down their faces, and yet laughter could still be heard echoing through the corridors. Stories past through their lips of wonderful memories and crack pot schemes. It was as if by doing so Lisbon was still there with them; as if she was still alive.
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See you all soon, Katie.