fic: (Ment) Rainbow Tales - Part 6
Part One - Red
Part Two - Orange
Part Three - Yellow
Part Four - Green
Part Five - Blue
INDIGO - Optical Illusion
"This is much better."
If Teresa Lisbon had heard Patrick Jane's muttered comment - and she certainly had - then she obviously chose to ignore it. Ever since he had decided to occupy her couch in her office instead of his usual resting place, the sofa in the bullpen, Lisbon had gained a lot of training and practice ignoring him and his occasional attempts to get her attention. And so she did also this time - she simply ignored him. In her experience, he stopped bothering her soon after when she didn't react.
But this time seemed to be one of the harder cases.
"So much better," he spoke again, now in a sing-sang voice. But Lisbon wasn't giving in. Yet. Only when he didn't stop, but repeated his words again, which clearly indicated that he was on a roll, she sighed and stopped typing.
"What, Jane?"
"Don't you also prefer bright or warm colors over dark and cold ones?"
"Huh?" The CBI agent shot her consultant a confused look. What was that weird man talking about now?
"Why is the ceiling in your bedroom dark blue?" he suddenly asked in a conversational tone. For Lisbon, however, everything including a casual chat was out of question as soon as his words had worked through to her brain.
"You were in my bedroom!" She shrieked in horror. She was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Patrick Jane had just told her he'd been in her bedroom. Was there no place in this world she was left alone, where he wasn't snooping around? "When where you in my bedroom?"
"A few months ago, while we waited for your shrink to show up. I had some... time to kill. Just sitting on the stairs was too boring, especially while you weren't dancing around in your..."
"Jane!"
"I wanted to say t-shirt," he pouted. "However, I was looking for the bathroom, actually, and opened the wrong door. And was a bit shocked about your color choice."
"However, it is none of your business!"
"It's so dark," Jane protested, his forehead showing a deep frown that almost made her laugh. But only almost. Instead of laughing, she rubbed her temples with her fingertips and sighed. Suddenly she felt somehow exhausted.
"I like it," she said simply, defeated.
"Meh, how can you like it?"
"Jane. You're sleeping, no, living on a couch in the CBI HQ. Don't tell me about sleeping habits," she commented dryly.
"Yeah, but I'm looking at a wooden ceiling. Less dark than yours. Much warmer also," he defended, and Lisbon groaned.
"Listen, I..." Suddenly, there was the strong urge inside of her to stomp her feet. If she ever wanted to know how receptive she would be to Jane and his manners when she was tired - now she knew. "Why do you even care? It's not like you have to sleep in that room."
"Who knows what time will bring," Jane replied, and wisely closed his eyes, convinced that as long as he didn't see her, her death glare she was giving him right now with absolute certainty wouldn't be able to harm him. The woman herself decided to go back to her task at hand - ignoring him. Well, and her paperwork. She had almost finished her work anyways; she would survive the last few minutes.
Click-click.
Click-click. Click-click.
Lisbon's eyes wandered to her paperweight, and she considered her options. Throwing it and hurting Jane, throwing it and killing Jane, or not throwing it. At least the last choice wouldn't cause her any paperwork. On the other hand, the second choice would save her a lot of paperwork in future...
Click-click.
Grumbling, the senior agent looked up from her work and grabbed a pencil. This wouldn't cause her any paperwork, but certainly some satisfaction, she thought when she threw it.
"Ouch! Not nice, Lisbon," Jane whined, but finally refrained from opening and closing his pocket watch he had taken from only God knew where.
"Then be quiet now and let me work," she shot back. Her sympathy-level was in a negative area right now.
"Tell me why your bedroom ceiling is so dark."
"That an order?" She raised an eyebrow.
"What's to it? Can't be such a big secret. You want me to guess? I think-"
"I'm a small person, okay? I hate high ceilings, they make me feel small, and the dark color makes it look lower. Happy now?"
"That's cute, Lisbon. So you feel small in your own bedroom? You know, I could teach and show you how to feel a lot bigger in... woah!" He was cut off when Lisbon jumped up and approached him with an expression and posture that obviously meant that she wanted to eat him alive. The dark-haired woman was sure she had never seen the consultant run so fast.
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I'm serious. My bedroom ceiling actually is dark blue. And I'm a small person. And it makes me feel taller *lol*