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Walking up to her office, she saw Jane talking to her team. He looked agitated in a way that might suggest he hadn’t slept in days and was now running on pure adrenaline. Lisbon truly admired how he could make everybody see the version of himself he wanted them to see. It also scared her that he might only present her one of such versions of himself, too.
Shaking this thought off, she readied herself for what was about to go down. She didn’t need any of that extra anxiety right now. “Jane?”, she called out. He turned around and with a small smile followed her into the office. Once the door is closed, she’s almost startled by the intensity of his hug. It’s been a long time since she’s last had his arms around her like that. She had missed him, sure, but still hesitant, she returned his hug only half-heartedly.
When he took a step back, she was almost immediately staring down the barrel of his gun. She knew this was going to happen, and the fact that his gun was pointed at her wasn’t what almost made her break character. It was his words that were still ringing in her ears.
“Good luck, Teresa. I love you.”