Teresa only thought she had avoided an explosion [RP for bettercop]

[hadtobe_said]

Bad news flies faster then good.  It was something that his grandmother had often said and something the CBI had proved this morning.  Within fifteen minutes of Patrick Jane's running from the building (Jane never ran, so it was obvious something was up) everyone was talking about the phone call he'd received.  Teresa Lisbon's case had been blown

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[bettercop]

Oh, Christ.

Lisbon let loose a few obscenities in her head, when she saw the figure waiting for her in the parking lot. The look on his face was fierce, and she could already feel a headache coming on from the impending conversation.

She got out of the car, her head down a bit, avoiding direct eye contact. "Sam."

[hadtobe_said]

She was alive, and looking just as safe and healthy as she had this morning. For just a moment that was enough, but then the moment passed.

"Funny thing, Teresa. My phone seems to work fine when I make a call, but not when I should be receiving one." Three seconds. That's all that stood between the woman standing in front of him and death, and she hadn't thought it important enough to call him.

[bettercop]

Ouch. Low and tight. But then, she expected nothing else from Sam Bosco. Finally, her eyes drifted upwards to meet his.

"I needed to find the bomb. Jane knew where it was. I did what I had to do." And maybe it hard hurt him, and she didn't like the idea of that, but she wouldn't apologize for a decision she felt had been in her best interest. And the interest of the child. Besides, if she hadn't called Jane, she probably wouldn't be standing here at all; she would've been trying to get the girl out of the room, and the bomb would've just exploded before she'd even known where it was.

[hadtobe_said]

"Don't you think I know that?" It rankled, that Jane could help her in a situation that he couldn't, but he knew that he would have been no use to her, finding a bomb in a place he'd never been.

"But would it have killed you to spend thirty seconds on the phone, after?" Killed. It was a word so easily used; one could almost forget what it really meant. "Hey babe, thought I'd let you know that I'm not a charred pile of ash. See you in a couple of hours."