Time Waits For No One

Chapter Five: I'll Make it Feel So Much Better

Chapter Five: I'll Make it Feel So Much Better

She nervously fingers the chain around her neck, her fingertips sliding against the cool metal. As she sits in the hard plastic chair given to her by slightly older man by orders of his wife, she ponders her thoughts on what she is about to do. Yesterday morning she would have never even thought to come this close to Jane again, but she had to know whether or not he was right. Most of all she wants to know whether or not he is being dishonest with her. If he had killed Red John in order to save her life, then he also deserves freedom. If killing the psychotic serial killer was more so done out of an act of love – and very minimal revenge – then he doesn't deserve to be imprisoned.

Sighing to herself, she stands slowly to her feet as one of the prison guards announces they are ready for them. Her heart flutters in her chest as she places one hand over her swollen belly and starts towards the once-locked doors. People step aside to let her pass first and follow. She looks over her shoulder and sees a woman – probably in her early forties – ushering two children forward. They happily exclaim their happiness to see their father and she smiles proudly, and also slightly with remorse. She feels a pang of sadness overcome her and the children gave her another reason as to why she has to do her very best to get Jane out. Lisbon did not want their child to have to come to the jail and tell Jane across a metal table their latest academic, athletic, and personal feats.

"But Mommy! We went there last time!" Lisbon smiles hearing the frustrated little boy talk o his mother. Ever since they had entered the waiting area the family had been having a little discussion as to where they were going to lunch after this.

Reaching up and running her hands across the lapels of her jacket, she moves through the doors and towards the visitation room. Her hands fall at her sides in fists as she starts to mentally prepare herself for the day. This encounter can only go in two directions: good or bad. She sincerely hopes it is the former rather than the latter so she and Jane could possibly reconcile. Letting her hands release at her sides, Lisbon stops only slightly behind the guard as he calls out and a buzzing sound is heard. The guard grasps onto the barred door and pushes it open and walks through it. He holds it open and gestures for everyone to begin filing in and find themselves an adequate seat. As she passes through the door frame, she gives the guard a slight smile of uneasiness and starts towards an open table at the far end of the room – in a corner. Carefully she sits down, mentally cursing herself for not remembering her issue last week as this place wasn't designed for pregnant visitors.

"The inmates will be out shortly." Inmates is an awfully dreadful thing to call them all. 'Loved ones' or 'friends' would be more appropriate. Especially if there are small children in the room bouncing around as they wait for their father.

Sighing softly to herself, Lisbon looks down and busies herself with picking dryer lint off the black shirt she is wearing. How the lint ever makes its way onto her clothes is a true mystery, but at this time it can easily take her mind off of things and preoccupy herself. Picking up the last one she can see and flicking it away, she looks up just in time to see Jane coming towards her in handcuffs. The image stirs a sense of upset within her and she wants nothing more than to lash out at everyone – sans Jane for some reason – and have be released from this prison.

"Lisbon?" His eyes widen in shock. Obviously he had no expectations of seeing her again so soon. "What are you doing here?"

His words stung, but she refuses to let him know this, "Tell me again," she demands and crosses her arms over her swollen belly.

Jane sits down across from her, his eyes searching her own for any reasoning to help him deduce as to why she was even here. "What do you want me to say? I have already said it several times," he leans back and glances off to the side almost in a way to pretend that she isn't there.