Red Screen of Death (1/1)
Title: Red Screen of Death
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jane/Lisbon
Summary: Lisbon's having computer problems...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: You know those ideas where you say no, I shouldn't write this, but do anyway? This is one of those. I also entirely blame miss_peg, who inspired this. Also for prompt 016: fun and games on mentalistprompt.
Red Screen of Death
“You broke my computer.”
“I did nothing of the sort.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and Jane frowned. Why was she suspecting that it was him who had toyed with her machinery and broken it? It wasn’t as if he used it that often, was it? Still, he watched as she stalked away from his couch and back to her office. No doubt, to wage war with the computer once more.
Jane smirked and stood up. He’d been quite comfortable on the reassuring leather that made up his favorite piece of furniture, but teasing an antsy Lisbon was all too tempting. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was getting much sleeping done. If anything, he was growing more than a little irritated at the fact that he wasn’t able to rest and that every single noise was disturbing him.
At least actively staying awake and irritating Lisbon felt like it had ever so slightly more purpose to it than the alternative did.
With a spring in his step that belied his exhaustion, Jane bounded towards her office. As he suspected, she was frowning at the computer and dubiously tapping at the keyboard, as if that would help. He knew that she was pretty au fait with technology; she had to be, to do her job. But still, sometimes her stubbornness meant that she refused to ask for help, even when she was completely stumped. It was that that sometimes meant she wasn’t quite as good a team leader as she could have been. It also meant that sometimes, she worked far harder than necessary. Jane knew that if she took a step back, than her health would benefit from it no end. However, this was Lisbon and he was also being ever so slightly hypocritical.
“What do you want, Jane?”
Huh. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.
“To see how you’re doing.”
“As if you have any technological skills whatsoever,” she said with a derisive snort.
“Says the woman who’s blaming me for the state her computer is in right now.”
She frowned. “Yes, I’m blaming you because generally, you seem to have no idea what the hell you’re doing and I know you used it last night.”
"How?"
"I saw you."
"Ah."
Jane walked around her desk and hovered beside her. The screen was blank; it didn’t even look like it had been switched on, never mind anything else.
“Ah, the blank screen of death. That’s generally not good.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” she answered with a scowl.
“I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Thank you.”
He knew that she would be marginally confused by the fact that he had decided to leave so soon after bothering her, but that was half the point. It was always best to confuse the enemy rather than continually face them head-on. Not that Lisbon was the enemy. No, she just provided him with many hours of amusement and kept him sane to boot.
“Jane!”
Jane grinned as he relaxed back into his couch. Yes, she had just discovered that all he had done was loosen the wire connecting her screen to the computer last night.
Oh and leave a cheeky comment on her desktop to greet her this morning.
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jane/Lisbon
Summary: Lisbon's having computer problems...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: You know those ideas where you say no, I shouldn't write this, but do anyway? This is one of those. I also entirely blame miss_peg, who inspired this. Also for prompt 016: fun and games on mentalistprompt.
Red Screen of Death
“You broke my computer.”
“I did nothing of the sort.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and Jane frowned. Why was she suspecting that it was him who had toyed with her machinery and broken it? It wasn’t as if he used it that often, was it? Still, he watched as she stalked away from his couch and back to her office. No doubt, to wage war with the computer once more.
Jane smirked and stood up. He’d been quite comfortable on the reassuring leather that made up his favorite piece of furniture, but teasing an antsy Lisbon was all too tempting. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was getting much sleeping done. If anything, he was growing more than a little irritated at the fact that he wasn’t able to rest and that every single noise was disturbing him.
At least actively staying awake and irritating Lisbon felt like it had ever so slightly more purpose to it than the alternative did.
With a spring in his step that belied his exhaustion, Jane bounded towards her office. As he suspected, she was frowning at the computer and dubiously tapping at the keyboard, as if that would help. He knew that she was pretty au fait with technology; she had to be, to do her job. But still, sometimes her stubbornness meant that she refused to ask for help, even when she was completely stumped. It was that that sometimes meant she wasn’t quite as good a team leader as she could have been. It also meant that sometimes, she worked far harder than necessary. Jane knew that if she took a step back, than her health would benefit from it no end. However, this was Lisbon and he was also being ever so slightly hypocritical.
“What do you want, Jane?”
Huh. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.
“To see how you’re doing.”
“As if you have any technological skills whatsoever,” she said with a derisive snort.
“Says the woman who’s blaming me for the state her computer is in right now.”
She frowned. “Yes, I’m blaming you because generally, you seem to have no idea what the hell you’re doing and I know you used it last night.”
"How?"
"I saw you."
"Ah."
Jane walked around her desk and hovered beside her. The screen was blank; it didn’t even look like it had been switched on, never mind anything else.
“Ah, the blank screen of death. That’s generally not good.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” she answered with a scowl.
“I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Thank you.”
He knew that she would be marginally confused by the fact that he had decided to leave so soon after bothering her, but that was half the point. It was always best to confuse the enemy rather than continually face them head-on. Not that Lisbon was the enemy. No, she just provided him with many hours of amusement and kept him sane to boot.
“Jane!”
Jane grinned as he relaxed back into his couch. Yes, she had just discovered that all he had done was loosen the wire connecting her screen to the computer last night.
Oh and leave a cheeky comment on her desktop to greet her this morning.