PSL for neednewthrill
Lisbon had agreed to dinner with Walter on Friday night, barring any unforeseen circumstances, of course. By now, she was used to the fact that some cases required longer hours than others, more travel than others, and her personal life made it easy to adapt to the unpredictability of her job. There was Walter, now, but even this indefinable thing they had going between them hadn't really disrupted, or been disrupted, in any way by her job. Walter's life wasn't entirely predictable, either, which made it nice and convenient for them to see each other with increasing frequency but still not be required to make any sort of commitment. It wasn't that Lisbon was completely averse to commitment, though when she really thought about it, it was a difficult concept to fully submit to, simply because it required letting down even more barriers and forfeiting more control; she liked having control, and fully giving her heart to someone meant she couldn't completely control what happened after that anymore.
She'd gotten gradually more attached to Walter, even she couldn't deny that, but she hadn't admitted--to herself, or anyone else--just how deeply those feelings ran, how attached she truly was. She didn't want to think about it, and up until now, she hadn't been forced to. Things were good the way they were.
Despite having a case, Lisbon was fairly confident they'd have it wrapped up before the weekend. And even if they didn't, she was furthermore confident that she could still manage dinner on Friday night. By the time Friday rolled around, dinner that night was on the forefront of her mind, but as the day wore on, all the distractions that came along with working a case pushed all thought of the date to the back of her mind. Jane was confident that Erica Flynn had murdered her husband, though he'd yet to determine how Erica would have disappeared in plain view of her client in order to commit murder. As usual, Lisbon was trying to find a balance between being annoyed with Jane's stubbornness, and having faith in his ability to catch the real killer.
Dinner was at 8 p.m. at Walter's house. It was almost 9 p.m. before Lisbon suddenly remembered where she was supposed to be. The paperwork wasn't an immediate necessity and could wait until tomorrow. Right now, there was the trouble of her dinner date. There were a few missed calls from Walter on her phone, but rather than call him, she thought it best to just head over there. This wasn't a situation she had much experience dealing with, and if it were anyone else, she'd just call him and cancel, but something had happened between them, and she was too close to him now to do that. Besides, it wasn't that bad, right? He'd understand.
It was another twenty minutes before she made it to his place, and she wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion, but she knocked on the door anyway, with no idea how he'd react.
She'd gotten gradually more attached to Walter, even she couldn't deny that, but she hadn't admitted--to herself, or anyone else--just how deeply those feelings ran, how attached she truly was. She didn't want to think about it, and up until now, she hadn't been forced to. Things were good the way they were.
Despite having a case, Lisbon was fairly confident they'd have it wrapped up before the weekend. And even if they didn't, she was furthermore confident that she could still manage dinner on Friday night. By the time Friday rolled around, dinner that night was on the forefront of her mind, but as the day wore on, all the distractions that came along with working a case pushed all thought of the date to the back of her mind. Jane was confident that Erica Flynn had murdered her husband, though he'd yet to determine how Erica would have disappeared in plain view of her client in order to commit murder. As usual, Lisbon was trying to find a balance between being annoyed with Jane's stubbornness, and having faith in his ability to catch the real killer.
Dinner was at 8 p.m. at Walter's house. It was almost 9 p.m. before Lisbon suddenly remembered where she was supposed to be. The paperwork wasn't an immediate necessity and could wait until tomorrow. Right now, there was the trouble of her dinner date. There were a few missed calls from Walter on her phone, but rather than call him, she thought it best to just head over there. This wasn't a situation she had much experience dealing with, and if it were anyone else, she'd just call him and cancel, but something had happened between them, and she was too close to him now to do that. Besides, it wasn't that bad, right? He'd understand.
It was another twenty minutes before she made it to his place, and she wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion, but she knocked on the door anyway, with no idea how he'd react.