Hi guys! So again, late with updates. Sorry! This fic is really hard to write. Why did I decide to write something with a very difficult (almost unmanageable) storyline? We'll see if I can make it. Here's chapter seven. The turning point is very soon.
Chapter Seven: Calm
Jane stood on the sidewalk, staring at the façade of the condo in front of him. He knew he shouldn't be here. He should just try to forget. It was almost certainly healthier. Mentally healthier.
Besides that, Rigsby was probably in a panic right now. He was supposed to bring Jane to a little coffee shop. Jane supposed the team was waiting to greet him, but he honestly hadn't been listening to whatever Rigsby had said. The storm had yet to break and he was poised taut as a bow.
Tense. Restless.
There had been no choice but to give Rigsby the slip. He had needed to be somewhere else. Not in a coffee shop surrounded by worried and uncomfortable faces. He needed her.
Although his expression was curiously blank as he continued to gaze at the door, internally he was arguing with himself. This was exactly what he shouldn't do. Hadn't he decided to let it go? To let her go?
But he—he just…missed her. Ached for her company. Her smile. Her scowl. Her soft voice: "Jane, please. Just say something. Anything. Show me that you're here."
He exhaled sharply. No. That had been a hallucination.
She was gone. Smile, voice, life leeched out of her that day as she lay on the pavement.
It really wouldn't do to chase hallucinations—the temptation was just as strong as it had been with the belladonna…in fact, maybe he could have a special blend of tea with—
No. She would not be happy if he started in on controlled substances and somehow he couldn't bring himself to dishonor her memory in that way. He shuffled closer to the door. He needed something.
Just to get him through his first day out of the institution. His hands were trembling, like an addict needing a fix. His hand grasped the cool metal of his small kit in his pocket.
Her stuff was probably gone. It had been quite a while.
It probably didn't even smell like her anymore. Someone else probably lived here now.
Nothing about this would help him.
He should just leave.
A soft click and he was in.