She dries her tears, using up her lunch hour to let her eyes recover. If Patrick had seen her he wouldn't stop probing till she spilled her guts. And she certainly wasn't an accomplished enough liar to slip anything past him.
He'd probably question her on this, but she could simply refuse to answer him. But if she went back with puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks he wouldn't let himself ignore it.
What the hell was she going to do?!
She catches her eyes in the rear view mirror and snorts. Okay that was silly. Of course she knew what to do. She'd go back in there and pretend. Pretend that she was alright. Pretend that her heart wasn't breaking. Act as though she didn't want to jump him on that damn couch and snog him senseless.
She was an agent after all. She'd survived worse.
Her reflection was neat again, impeccable makeup over smooth pale skin. not even a hint of her breakdown. She looked, once more, like the tough as nails agent Lisbon.
So when she glided back into the CBI building there was no hint of her realisation, no indication that she'd been upset.
And if she avoided his gaze or speaking to him, then it seemed no one was the wiser.
Authors note: Sorry about the short chapter, but there's something of a natural disaster taking place. i'm okay, but my place has become a madhouse with the various friends seeking refuge here. Some of whom still have family members within the at risk areas.
So my thoughts are with them, and those that they have not yet recovered.
The next chapter will be longer i promise, and the 'M' rated parts are coming soon.
also, thank you so much to the reviewers, i love you guys :D
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