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your hand in marriage ma'am

Teresa Lisbon- Nothing but blue skies. (ಥ⌣ಥ)

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A tough cookie, likes to hide her emotions under a hard veneer?

Yeah, I think I’ve met a woman like that before.

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I'm not obsessed. I just think about three very specific inanimate objects a lot.

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Now this is all I can think about...

During the two-year hiatus, how many times do you think Lisbon just smacked into stuff because she expected Jane to open doors for her? I just saw her walk up to that desk-gate, no hesitation, no raising her arms, just wait for Jane to lift it for her and go through. At the very least, she'll look a bit silly, stopping in front of doors, waiting for someone to open them for her who'll never come...

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and you know for me, it's always you

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Ao3 version that lets you open the 'director's cut' where I, the author, explain every detail in excruciating detail to you and what it is in reference to.

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me, staring down ao3: ok i’m desperate for fic about this pairing but like… how desperate

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unfortunately, I will write this fic and I am writing this fic are two very different things

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Actually. Asdfasd. It just occurred to me. Abbott was on his way to the airport to pick up Jane, right? So like. I imagine he got there. Went, "I'm here to pick up the whacko who not-sneaked and not-forced himself into that plane." And the TSA guy went, "Which one?"

And Abbott. After a pause. Went, "were there more than one?"

And the TSA, "No, but the only one we had was already picked up. So I thought"

"When and by whom was he picked up," Abbot broke in, already thinking that he'd have to save a kidnapped Jane who was already depressed and kinda useless. Tbh.

"Another fib. The one he not-sneaked not-forced into the plane to propose to."

"Propose."

"Well, I don't know where else you go from there, especially since she accepted."

"She did."

"It's the vibe I got from their making out in our holding cell."

"Huh. Okay. Thanks."

And then a few days later, which Lisbon spent on leave and NOT on DC and Jane spent AWOL one would think, she says she has no idea where Jane is.

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Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

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His smile 🫠

PATRICK JANE & TERESA LISBON Forest Green

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jane and lisbon hugs throughout the years

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Episode 7x06 | Green Light

Though she kept very little in the way of sentiment, a few things had earned their place, and they were all in this one box.

There was the model car her grandfather had gifted her at graduation.

A drawing Annabeth had made as a wide-eyed toddler.

A framed photo of her mother.

Jane’s letters, safely kept in a small wooden box.

The signed baseball Stan had given her years ago, though she couldn’t remember why.

The cowrie shell she’d found on her doorstep exactly one year after Jane left.

And one small black box she hadn’t dared to look at in years.

She ran her fingers over its edges, hesitant, as if even the slightest touch might unfurl memories long tethered to it. Inside that box lay the beginning and the end of so much—fleeting joys, unspoken words, and unresolved loss. She lifted the lid, pulling back the years to reveal teal shards, cushioned in a bed of tissue and an old CBI dishcloth.

How she’d managed to keep it had been part determination, part sheer luck. Grace had helped her sift through the debris, thankfully without asking why. Lisbon had just seen it there in the bin, tossed away like it was nothing, like it hadn’t stood witness to the years their team had built together, the people they’d helped, the criminals they’d caught. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she traced a finger over the smooth glaze. It was more than just a broken teacup—it was arguments and stupid plans, laughter and late-night drives, his steady hand brushing her hair back and guiding jacket onto her shoulders, the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long. It was his confession, spoken with a gun pointed in her direction. It was everything.

She replaced the lid and gathered herself. She pulled the model car and baseball from the box, tossing them into another one to go to the garage. Maybe Stan’s kids would want them.

The black box was still sitting on the kitchen island when Jane arrived at her door with fresh coffee like some sort of caffeine-bearing angel.

Later, when he’d slipped that little origami swan into her pocket at the crime scene, she knew exactly what she would do with the little box of broken pieces.

Like them, it deserved a second chance.

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|| An "after the episode" (some adults only) esque series of one shots set around Season 7 ||

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During Episode 7x5 | The Silver Briefcase

“My girlfriend and I are out house hunting…”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right, but the way his voice drifted into her, clear and easy, told her she had. She glanced over at him, searching for the small, telltale creases near his mouth, those faint lines that betrayed his humour even in the most unexpected moments. But this time, his face was smooth, relaxed. He didn’t seem to notice the word he’d said—or the effect it had on her.

She turned away, looking through the car window, eyes catching on tidy picket fences, garden beds splashed with bright marigolds and roses. Still, the word he’d said stuck to her mind like a weightless knot, something that couldn’t just be shrugged off. It wasn’t the word itself but the quiet, unflinching way he’d said it.

No stammer. No sidelong glance. Just natural, like he’d been calling her that in his mind for ages. As far as she knew, Jane hadn't called anyone that in all the years she'd known him.

Her gaze shifted to the side mirror, catching the hint of a smile on her own face. It was gentle but genuine, spreading warmth to her cheeks and lightening her chest with a lift that felt unfamiliar but undeniably good. Like some part of her was just...floating.

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