Ever since you joined the CBI, Patrick Jane was a little tense around you. He'd eye you, scanning your every movement from his couch or whenever you were just nearby.

You thought he did this with everyone as he's the one who could read everybody, so you didn't put much mind to it.

Only... He couldn't wrap his head around the fact he was unable to read you, which in the first instance frustrated him, scared him, too. He was only too stubborn to face it. He could read everybody and anybody he wanted by looking them right into the eyes or by looking at their traits, even the underside of their shoes could indicate something... It was all about the details that gave him insight... But just not you...

*Yet you... You were so different... You looked like stone... A cold brick wall... Your eyes didn't even have a light to them... As if you've gone through far worse hardships he'd gone... On the other side he was worried for you even just a bit, and on the other one, he was absolutely horrified.

You were at your desk, casing files as you felt him bore holes in your head from the other side of the bullpen. You looked up at him to meet his gaze and see him sprawled over his couch...