Supressed Feelings - Grace Van Pelt + Teresa Lisbon

Dream

Lisbon's Pov

I'm blocked. My mind is stopped, it's like a bad dream, which you can't stop. Me and Grace don't know what this means. There are so many different screenplays.

Rigsby, Cho and Jane seem like they are statues. None of them want to say a word, Jane looks like something is on his tongue, but still unable to say a letter.

Fear and uncertainty already filled me, darkness inside me is blacker and denser than anything.

I'm completely locked in my mind, until Grace fingers snap in front of me.

"Boss? Boss! Wake up." Beautiful redhead, who is staying in front of me said. Smile on her face is so bright and magical.

"What happened?" I said sitting up, Grace cleared her throat and started.

"You've been asleep for a few hours now, so my mind is telling me that you had a dream." Grace said but half of the sentence was completely lost in ether. This dream didn't help me to get over my feelings for her, even when it's completely wrong, I keep imagining her naked. Feelings for her must stop, or else I'm going to be crazy, my need to have her already crossed all lines. If I will wait few more months it can get to point, where I will be unable to even talk to her.

"Boss?" Worried Grace said, I quickly shook my head and nodded like nothing happened, she raised her eyebrows, but thankfully her choice was let it be, the best option.

"Sorry, anyways Grace can I ask you a few questions?" I asked her, while leaning closer to her. Comfortableness can be felt from me and maybe from her? Few minutes later she nodded to my question. I began with an easily weird question.

"Oliver McNair or Johnson. Does that name telling something to you?" I asked her and she sit closer, before answering.

"Yeah. He was one of the LGBTQ+ murders, with a complete hatred against his sister. He was murdered two years ago and we identified killer as Frederick Gibson. That's everything important, I think." For a while I don't know what to say, this world seem like I don't belong in here. God damnit, I really need some pills... I said to myself. I completely forgot about Grace, again, who is awaiting my answer, I really hate myself.

"Thanks, wow. Okay, one more question..." I stopped myself before I can do say anything stupid, but it doesn't seem like that for Grace. I just can't tell her truth, she will just hate me, plus it will be automatic end for our relationship.

"Boss. What's going on? I'm your friend. You can tell me everything. Then tell me what's going on?" She said, worry pulsing through her veins.

"I-I-I hav-e-e feel-i-ing-s f-o-r you." And it's out, my secret is out. Gosh, why did I do that. Grace was quiet like a corpse for minutes. But then she opened her mouth and said...