Sick of Love (A Mentalist/Jisbon Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight; Risen from the Dead

Well hello guys! I'm back from the dead! Alright, I'm not being 100% honest with you. I've been on Wattpad a lot, but I was kind of discouraged to write more chapters for this story. So I kind of let it hang around in my published stories section and probably, if you guys got an update, in your library. I decided it'd be plain horrible and evil to just leave you guys be with the ending of the last chapter so I decided after a long rant about how to continue, to end this story in a few chapters. I'm going to start writing again. Who knows I might get carried away (like I always do) and make this story even longer than I wanted it to be.

Oh and I've got some more news. On The Run has reached 1.63 K reads! Like holy freaking flying fridges in cookie jars! That's amazing. I can't thank you guys enough for reading that story AND this one. In case you haven't read that story yet, please take a look! It's completed and it includes Jisbon! 

Anyway, I hope you're excited for the next upcoming chapters. I promise, I'll try and make the best out of it. I had to read through the entire story myself since I had completely forgotten what happened in the past few chapters. Whoops. And I'm once again talking too much. My sincere apologies. Whoops. 

She could kill Marcus Pike, she was sure of it. Him bringing up all this old memories had made her rigid like fury, as mad as a kid who didn't get a lollypop because he had done something good. 

Lisbon entered the bullpen with a face dark as gathering storm clouds. Some rookies looked up at the agent who had just barged in, astonished. Some older agents ignored her and kept on doing what they were doing; this wasn't the first time an agent had stamped in like that. Agent Wylie on the contrary, walked up behind her to ask her what was going on.

Lisbon heavily let herself fall into her desk chair. She couldn't believe she used to date that guy. Of course, he had seemed sweet, he still acted caring, kind and ... like a boyfriend should act. She slouched in the chair as she continued her inner rant about this two guys falling for you drama. Occasionally she would catch herself doing it and straighten up, sitting taller, much more erect. She didn't want to wind up being an old granny who can't walk properly anymore because of aggravating back-pain, but within a few more minutes of sitting like that, she had forgotten and resumed her slouching posture.

No, Lisbon. Forget it. This guy was a horrible stalker, he had pretended to care about Jane, while he wanted to murder him. Well, that hasn't been clarified yet, but she was deep down sure of it. Her gut told her Pike couldn't be trusted in any kind of way. 

Or was that what Jane wanted her to think? He had been jealous of their relationship since the beginning. What if he wanted to keep Marcus away from her while he just wanted to stay in contact with her? Marcus had acted really sweet during their relationship. He called regularly, even when there wasn't anything to talk about. 

Jane only called her to tell her he was in trouble, again.

Marcus did run through flames to save Jane. Had it been deceit to get closer to her? Was it a reason to keep in touch? She must admit, that's kind of flattering. 

"Lisbon? You look troubled. What's going on?" 

She looked up at the younger, extremely light blonde haired agent standing in front of her. She didn't even realize he was standing there, inner conflicts can really take you out of reality for a moment. That's probably the reason why Jane never payed attention to her stories or orders in the Red John time, the darker ages as the agents on the bureau called it. He had been in an inner conflict with himself, about the death of his family. 

But that's a tale everyone knows already.

"It's okay, I just had a bad lunch." she lied. As if he didn't notice. Fortunately for her, he didn't ask anything further more and went back to programming or - whatever, she didn't know anyway. Pondering about how Wylie programmed a computer or file wasn't her main concern right now. It was a huge accomplishment she could make her own document in Word, she was even able to save it all by herself, which is definitely an exaggeration. Ha. No she knew how to word with Excel too and face it, not many people know how Excel works. Filling blank spaces in with a random color isn't how it exactly works, pal.