A/N: Yay for my mini hiatus, I'm sort of back. Heh. Enjoy. For the Jello-Forever February challenge. Prompt: Love Songs.
Lisbon plugged her headphones into her ears and tuned out the world around her. The only things she could hear were the music exuding from the iPod headphones and the light tapping of her fingers on the computer keyboard. She'd hit shuffle, and currently playing was a song she had only recently downloaded: Fireflies, by Owl City. It wasn't really the sort of music that she listened to usually, but she had heard it on the radio and quite liked it. Different was good, nowadays.
Normal seemed to be terrible.
Lisbon checked her email and deleted the contents of her Spam box, before opening up a new document and beginning to type up notes from the case. The Case. The case that didn't need to be named. She knew the case number off by heart now. The details were stuck in her memory forever, the sight of his dead body etched in her brain for eternity.
The song on her iPod changed.
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Lisbon smiled as she remembered the first time she and Bosco had met. It had been at the SFPD's Christmas party: she'd only been told hours before that she was being moved to another team. Bosco had approached her and asked her if she was 'the Lisbon woman?' She had raised her eyebrows in skepticism and replied that yes, she was Detective Teresa Lisbon.
He had grinned at her, and she had immediately pinned him as the gregarious type who would make conversation with anyone who seemed game.
"So, you're on my team now, Teresa?" he smirked.
"I am," she replied, refraining from glaring at him.
"Do you scream at the sight of blood?" he asked her with a grin. This time she did glare at him.
"No," she answered indignantly. "Do you?"
He laughed. "I think our time together will be very interesting…"
The only sound now was of the music; she had stopped typing. She could feel the warmth of her laptop on her legs and it reminded her of the heat from the lights that had circled the dance floor.
"A dance, Detective Lisbon?" he had said simply.
"Pardon?" she asked, slightly surprised.
"A dance," Bosco repeated, "you know, to music."
"I know what a dance is," Lisbon replied, glaring at him.
"Is that a yes?" he asked with a grin.
"It wasn't, but this is," Lisbon grinned and took his hand.
She hadn't really danced on a dance floor before, especially not with a man. Okay, so she had danced with her date at prom, but he had stepped on both her feet, generally at the same time.
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?
It was the song they had danced to, so many years ago.
It was the song they had danced to three years later, at a CBI event - their first together since Bosco followed her after she tramsferred - that involved black ties and pretty dresses.
It was the song that was now playing.
It was her favorite memory.
Agent Teresa Lisbon minimized the document she was writing up the case file notes and moved her laptop to the table before leaning back against her couch.
A/N: Feedback is much appreciated.