Time Waits For No One

Chapter Three: My Eyes Are Open

Chapter Three: My Eyes Are Open

She slips the dark purple shirt over her head and brings it down over the swell of her belly. Smoothing it down, she turns and looks at her reflection in the long mirror sitting a few feet from her bed. Time has gone by so fast, now six months pregnant her belly has quickly grown to accommodate the size of her unborn child. Softly smiling, she rests a hand on the side of the swell to lightly press down. Seconds after she felt a slight fluttering sensation beneath her fingertips, she smiles and closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again to glance at herself in the mirror. She knew Jane would ask questions when she would walk in today. This will be the first time she has seen him since he admitted to the judge that he was in fact guilty of murder. Her team had gone to see him at least once a week, mostly Grace and Rigsby did this, but occasionally she would hear that Cho had gone to see him.

It is hard for Cho to see him, that is how much she knows. Cho knew that Jane was the father of her unborn child and it affected her the most, and therefore the man visits Jane as little as possible to mostly appease Grace. It's touching to know that her two younger agents still thought of Jane as part of the team, but she refuses any contact with him since he had gone to prison. But today is a different day. Three days ago Grace had come to her office and asked her to see him. At first she had flat out refused it, but her rookie agent would not take 'no' for an answer. Grace had explained that Jane wanted to see her the most, and that he was not getting much sleep because he did not know if she was doing all right.

Sighing to herself, she turns away from the mirror and heads out through her bedroom door. Venturing down the hall and staircase, she picks up her car keys and moves through the front door. It would be a thirty minute drive to the prison if she took the highway, so she decides that it would be best to stop off at the 7-Eleven for a bottled water before she gets too close.

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Jane splashes some cold water on his face. The bone-chilling water ensures that he will remain awake and alert throughout the day, despite hating daytime the worst. He would think that he would hate nighttime more than the day, but it was the exact opposite. The night brought back fond memories that would often bring tears to his eyes as he lay on his uncomfortable cot with a scratchy grey blanket. Night was the only time everyone would leave him alone, and he could metaphorically escape the boundaries these prison walls had set up for him only temporarily.

"Hey Jane, can you move?" he looks over to his left and sees his roommate, Jon Norman.

Norman is a rather short man with a bald spot on the back of his head. He wears thick-framed glasses that cover up his little hazel eyes. Overall, Norman isn't the most attractive man out there, but he was rather interesting and far from evil. He was in this prison because he accidentally killed a man while drunk. He had already had a few previous DUI's, so this definitely caused him to go into the jail.

"Uh, yes," Jane nods and steps aside, allowing his 'buddy' to take his place by the sink.

His eyes flicker to the end of the wall, where Norman has placed a few pictures over the last couple of months. He has a wife, Susan, and two children, Chris and Casey. Sometimes twice a week his family would come to visit him, and Norman always looks forward to these visits. He speaks fondly of his family and sometimes grew upset after they would leave their visits. One of the reasons they got along so well was because, like him, Jane sometimes spoke of Lisbon. He would tell Norman about her and often describe her, his 'buddy' would often tell him that she sounded extraordinary, and he was so correct.

When Norman finished with the sink, he turns to Jane, "Do you think she'll ever visit you?"

Jane blinked, "Who? Teresa?" the balding man nodded, "I don't know Norman," he sits down on his cot – he liked the bottom one – and twiddles his thumbs, "She was upset after the trial. She never told me that she was, but I could tell that I hurt her."