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Lisbon strode into the bullpen, relieved to see her troublesome consultant stretched out on his couch, fast asleep.
She hadn't been sure. Not after the events of the last month. Red John's demise and Jane vanishing immediately after. At least he'd left her a note this time. And text messages several times a day to reassure her.
Yesterday, he'd mentioned he was coming back. But she couldn't be sure until she'd seen him.
A whole month without talking with him. Without hearing his soft, soothing voice.
She hovered, thinking about wakening him. He opened his eyes and smiled.