Red Raging Rapids (Sequel)

Dedicated to @shmuffinjiggle17 because she is awesome and a fantastic buddy, and she is a really amazing author. She deserves a convertible. 

Disclaimer: I'm almost out of ways to say this. I bet Bruno Heller could think of something, but I'M NOT HIM, so....

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Jane's P.O.V.

I walk back into the CBI, returning from a several hour long walk after a rather uneventful day. I went with Van Pelt to talk to the wife. She assured us that Leroy was a wonderful man, and his life was barely starting. I take this to mean that something major happened recently. It's obviously not a new job, he's been at the one he has for awhile. In fact, he's actually one of the people on the council thing-y that decides whether to fire people or not, or whatever it's called. I'm almost positive that it has something to do with the murder. I'm guessing...hmm.......that he was about to fire someone, someone important. So that person killed him. See, case closed! I carefully store my thoughts next to the ticket booth of my carnival circuit. Ticket booth, for things that I'll hand out to people in the near future. Now back to work, aka teacup. I climb the stairs, and I start to turn the corner, when I hear someone pacing in front of my door. I peak my head around the corner to see a petite brunette frowning. Ah, Lisbon, of course. I tune into the rant that's spewing through her soft lips.

"....and yes, I'll admit it, the team aren't the only people who need your help. I've said it once and i'm not going to say it again, but Jane......Please. PLEASE!! Look, at least let me help you. Just let me in on whatever you need help with, and I'll help you. I'll work all night on that stupid teacup, just come out. Jane..."

"What?" I cheerfully ask, pretending to just arrive. Her face goes through at least 10 expressions, mouthing things, but no words come out. I smirk. She finally decides on something to say.

"Oh. hi, Where were you!?!" She partially yells, trying to cover her relief, anger, frustration, joy, and something else I suspect is guilt.

"On a walk." I reply bluntly. I smirk again, and pointedly glance at her, then at my door.

"For four hours?" 

"I also ate dinner, and stuff."

"Stuff?"

"I was thinking. But I think that the more prominent matter is you,"

"What's that supposed to mean??" She defends.

"How long were you standing at my door?" I question, raising my eyebrow.

"I've been here for, you know, only AN HOUR!!!"

 "It's nice to know you care so much," I smile, without a hint of sarcasm. She slightly blushes, but covers it up. Not very well, but I pretend not to notice.

"Well, if you count a fit of rage as an- wait. How long were you standing there?" She interrogates, tilting her head slightly, once again failing to cover up her emotions. This time it's worry, and a little panic.

"Oh, I just got here. It amuses me how panicked you look." I grin. 

"Shut up." She storms past me, heading to the stairs. I watch as she looks over her shoulder, but then disguises it as a cough when she realizes that I saw. "Oh, by the way, I'm going to interrogate Evalyn tomorrow and you are coming. You are working this case." 

"Fine, fine, I'll go." I cave in. I was going to go, anyway, but she doesn't have to know that. That girl reminded me too much of Charlotte. She also kind of reminds me of Lisbon, the way she tried so desperately to hold herself together. I enter my attic of solitude, and lock the door, deciding to get some rest, because tomorrow.....should be interesting. 

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Well, this one is pretty short. Still, please comment vote and follow!!!!!!!!!

-Razzl3