Small drabbley sad thing. With a bit of Jisbon hurt/comfort thrown in :P Thanks to Hayley (OutCold) for persuading me to post... even if she is regretting it now :P You should check her out, her fics are awesome :D

Disclaimer: Again with the owning nothing thing...

Tears

Sometimes you need to cry.

At least, that's what she told herself as tears rolled down her cheeks, as sobs shook her body and as she cried so hard it hurt her chest.

Sometimes you need to cry, even if it's for no reason at all. Everyone's been there, and, that's what she told herself now, she just needed to cry. Because for some reason, her heart was hurting, and she was tired, just so tired that she couldn't bear it anymore. So she cried in a ball on the couch, tucked away in her office, the late hour a safety blanket, the closed blinds a way she could hide.

Her heart ached, for what she'd lost, for what she couldn't have, for every little thing that had got to her ever. Because it was just one of those days. It had been a while since she'd hurt this badly, longer since she'd hurt this way for no reason at all – but she'd get through it, just like she always did.

She would just wait for the tears to stop. She remained passive, she didn't even try stop them. She knew from previous experience that it wouldn't work anyway. She just wrapped her arms around herself, clutching at her sides so tightly she could feel her fingernails digging into her skin, no doubt there would be marks in the morning, a reminder she could do without. But she couldn't let go, she was worried if she let go, she wouldn't be able to hold herself together.

The salty tears were making her cheeks sting, but she didn't have the energy to wipe them away. She was a silent crier, she had always had to be, and a lifetime of practice had made her good at it.

Nothing had prepared her for the idea anyone might still be in the building, let alone someone who would actually dare come in her office when the blinds were down, and the door was closed, but the light was still on. But there was an exception to every rule, so when Jane burst in, without so much a knock, she wanted to die. She wanted to die, or melt into the couch, because she didn't even have the talk, let alone run away.

He dropped the file he had been holding, and papers fell to the floor of her office, forgotten. "Lisbon?" he asked, worry and something that looked a little like pain, etched onto his face.

She couldn't reply, all she could do was cry harder, because now, she was trying to stop, thanks to him. He was next to her in an instant, any boundaries there had been before were dissolved, it was obvious she couldn't talk, and apparently it would have been impossible to leave her alone. He wrapped his arms round her, and lay down next to her. All she could feel was his arms around her, his steady breathing on her neck, whispering that it would be okay.

It was a strange feeling.

In some ways, it hurt more.

But in others, it was nice not to be alone.

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