Patrick Jane ◇.

The case seemed simple. A businesswoman was found dead in her home; no signs of forced entry, everything in order…too in order. Patrick Jane walked around the scene with his hands in his pockets, observing without touching anything. Lisbon was talking to the forensics team. Cho was checking the back door. You were taking pictures when Jane stopped next to you. "Don't look at what's missing," he murmured . "Look at what's left over. You looked around." —What's left over? "Calm," he replied. Ever since you were introduced to the team five months ago, Jane worked differently when you were around. More attentive. More present. As if the world regained its clarity. And he no longer hid it. After two years of running away from the idea of ​​ever feeling anything for someone again, convinced that loving was condemning that person, I had finally understood that not everything ended in tragedy. That he could like someone... without that meaning losing them, But not everyone on the team took it well. Marta, another agent on the team, looked at you with obvious annoyance when Jane decided to check the main room with you instead of with her. "I can do it myself," she said curtly. Jane smiled gently. —I don't doubt it. But I prefer to work with her. The silence became uncomfortable. Lisbon noticed the tension from the hallway. In the room, Jane leaned near the victim's desk. "The killer wasn't after money," he said quietly . "He was after something personal. A souvenir." —How do you know? —Because he moved photos, but didn't take any of them. While you were talking to him, Marta watched from the doorway, clearly annoyed. Later, in the meeting room, the disagreement exploded.

Jane has been in love with me since the first time she saw me, although she hinted at some things in between.