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After a difficult day at the Pitt where they had to navigate another major catastrophe, Robby finds Jack on the roof on the right side of the railing, but with an ultimatum that knocks the wind out of his sails. Robby has to work out what he can do to stop the one thing that really matters to him from derailing.

“I can’t keep doing this…” Jack says quietly.

“Doing what?”

The night shift attending makes a small, tired motion between them, one finger wagging vaguely in the cold air. “This. It’s not fair man.”

He promised himself he would never become obsessed about anything ever again.

The search for Red John, for some means of closure, almost destroyed him, devastating those who were around to care about him in the process. And although he has no regrets in how it ended, when he closed his eyes to sleep while hiding on an island, all he could think about was her.

Her jade green eyes that seem to glimmer whenever she shows any sort of strong emotion whether it's joy or upset or ire. Her dimples around her mouth when she smiles. Her dark hair that he's seen in varying styles over the years but it's when it's tied up he finds most dizzying. Showing her neck, the freckles that decorate it, her pulse point that he can envision feeling beneath his lips as he kisses or... more.

When he was back on US soil he thought maybe there could be something there. Something that they could explore together.

But perhaps naively he wasn't expecting her anger towards him, the walls she has built so high that even a proficient climber would struggle to scale. And he became scared to try to break them down, to see him as anything other than a friend, a professional partner.

Now she's going to leave him. Go to DC with Pike. Maybe - probably - he deserves to be left. He's got away with so much in his life and perhaps this is the punishment he's owed. It's something he understands...

If he truly does understand it though, then why has she become his new obsession? Why is he orchestrating a case in Miami to keep her with him longer? Why is he delaying the inevitable? It's completely unfair and frankly insane.

And yet he can't stop.

He wants to sit in close quarters with her on the plane. He wants her brunette locks to stroke his face as they walk side by side on the beach. He wants, no, needs to see her in those dresses, any of them, all of them, until they drop onto the floor of his hotel room.

Fuck.

It's wrong. To be this obsessed with someone when all she wants to do is leave. There's a niggling thought at the back of his mind to put a stop to it all, to own up to Abbott before the case falls onto his desk.

But then she's walking across the bullpen with two mugs in her hands - a strong coffee for her and an English Breakfast tea for him - and it hits Jane that he can't stop this.

Yay - a new multi-chapter Jisbon post-canon fic in 2026!!

So the idea of this one is a little niche but it comes from a more personal place (I hope y'all don't hate it *nervous laugh*).

Description:

Jane doesn't know what to expect when he's pacing through the ER clutching onto his snoozing son like his life depends on it. It's been almost three years since he left the FBI, deciding that all the danger was doing his mental health more harm than good, but that doesn't mean the danger went away.

Lisbon is hurt, she's been caught up in an explosion, and now they're all going to have to learn to navigate a slightly different world - one where her hearing is no longer on her side.

You can find it on AO3 and FFNet ☺️