Straight From The Heart

A/N: The idea for this story came to me after I renewed my love for Bryan Adams. The title is taken from his song 'Straight From The Heart', and the other lyrics are all from songs of his. This is just a plotless filler, and I hope you enjoy it. And so, without further adieu…

Chapter 1

Teresa Lisbon scowled as she pressed down harder on the accelerator pedal. She had been having a bad Monday. A very bad one. She had missed her alarm and overslept by half an hour. There was no coffee in her house, and no time to stop for any. Traffic was heavy, making her later than she, as the boss, should have been. And, to top it all off, she was still fuming over a fight she had had with her annoying, heart-breakingly gorgeous consultant, who had stolen her favourite Spice Girls CD from her car and replaced it with a hard-rock album. This had set her in a foul mood, and the two had fought. This fight had not been like their other little squabbles; this had been a proper knock-down drag-out fight, complete with a smashing coffee cup and slamming doors. To make things worse, the fight had happened in the middle of the bullpen, so the entire floor had front row seats to the brawl. Lisbon had stormed out of the office that Friday afternoon, and her mood had remained less than savoury for the remainder of the weekend. She had stayed home, ignoring calls from everybody. She just wanted time alone.

Patrick Jane lay on his couch and brooded. The entire debacle with the CD, which was initially meant as a joke, had swiftly escalated to a huge fight. He had been trying to mend the situation over the weekend, but to no avail. Lisbon wasn't answering his calls, and had refused to speak to anyone the entire weekend. He sat up and glanced towards her office for possibly the hundredth time in the last two hours. 'Why does Lisbon have to be so possessive over her damn CD?' he thought, rubbing his hands over his face.

An idea occurred to him, and he grinned widely. He sprang to his feet and vanished towards the elevator. Van Pelt glanced at Rigsby, who shrugged. "I don't bother asking anymore," he replied simply.

Cho put down his novel as an irritated Lisbon appeared from the elevator. "Morning, Boss," he said, causing the other two agents to snap to attention.

Lisbon just nodded and vanished towards the kitchen in search of her kick for the day. Jane was nowhere to be seen, which was a small comfort to Lisbon. She couldn't face seeing Jane after their fight the previous Friday. She stood in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to brew, and hiding from any unwanted encounters.

Ten minutes later, and Lisbon decided that she had been hiding long enough. She walked back through the bullpen to her office and unlocked the door. She flicked her light on and dropped her purse under her desk. A flash of yellow notepad paper caught her attention. She picked it up, thinking that maybe she had left it on her desk in her anger. But the writing wasn't her own. The letters were too neat and precise to be anyone other than her consultant.

"Please forgive me,
I know not what I do.
Please forgive me,
I can't stop loving you.
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through.
Please forgive me,
If I need you like I do.
Please believe every word
I say is true.
Please forgive me,
I can't stop loving you."

Lisbon sighed and tossed the piece of paper onto the floor in a huff. She stormed out of her office door. "Has anyone seen Jane?" she asked after glancing around the room.

Cho looked up from his novel. "He disappeared about half an hour ago. We didn't ask questions."

Rigsby and Van Pelt both nodded in agreement as Lisbon sighed and walked to the elevator. As the doors closed, Jane appeared from the stairwell. He glanced around the room cautiously and snuck to his couch. He lay down like nothing had happened and pretended to be napping. Lisbon appeared a few minutes later and viciously kicked the couch. "Jane," she ordered. "My office, now."

Jane rose obediently to his feet and followed her into the room. He pulled the door closed behind him and turned to face her. She was holding the notepad paper in her hand. "Jane," she said. "Do you really think that cute love poems will get me to forgive you for what you did to me?"

Jane frowned. "What love poems?" he asked curiously.

Lisbon thrust the piece of paper into his hands. "Explain this, then," she snapped, sounding slightly harsher than what she had intended.

Jane skimmed through the words. "Song lyrics," he said, decidedly.

"Excuse me?" Lisbon sounded surprised. "What did you just call that?"

Jane shrugged. "Song lyrics." He dropped the paper back onto the desk and strode through the door. "If you need me, I'll be napping."

Lisbon watched him go, and sat down at her desk. She brushed the paper back onto the floor and sat down at her desk. There were no cases that day, but Lisbon was quite content to sit and do her paperwork without any blonde haired, blue eyed distractions wasting her time with cryptic poems.

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Lisbon pulled the door to her car closed and started the engine. The CD player turned on, but, as an unfamiliar song started to play, Lisbon stopped in her tracks. She recognised the song, but didn't know from where. That was until the chorus played. These were the same words from the poem Jane had left on her desk. At the end of the song, Lisbon was stunned. She ejected the CD and pulled it out, intending to break it in anger. It was a store-bought writeable CD, with a song title scrawled across the surface. "Please Forgive Me – Bryan Adams." Underneath was written, "For a beautiful woman. I'm sorry I hurt you. Please forgive me."

Lisbon smiled and shook her head. She dropped the CD into her glove box and put the car into drive. She had already forgiven Jane.

Jane lay on his couch at the CBI. He closed his eyes and thought about Lisbon, and how she had reacted to his attempt at peacemaking. The petite, dark-haired agent danced through his mind as he tried to relax. Jane knew that, over the past few months, his reactions to the other male agents had taken a possessive turn. It was no secret that both Lisbon and Van Pelt were highly attractive women, and there was an endless stream of male agents looking for an excuse to walk through the SCU bullpen in order to catch a glimpse of the women. Jane wasn't possessive in this way over Van Pelt; she had Rigsby for that. However, he had grown increasingly annoyed with the attention Lisbon was receiving from them. His reactions had become cold and hostile. As far as Jane was concerned, Lisbon – his Lisbon – was off limits. This behaviour had not escaped the attention of the rest of the team, and the office gossip had begun to spread. Jane sighed and rolled over. He just hoped that Lisbon would forgive him.

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Lisbon arrived at work early, and found Jane asleep on the couch. He looked peaceful and almost childlike, so Lisbon didn't disturb him as she tiptoed past the couch and unlocked her office. She sat at her desk and shuffled the papers across the surface. A second sheet of yellow paper surfaced as she moved the papers around. She picked it up and scanned the writing.

"It's a new world,
It's a new start,
It's alive with the beating
Of young hearts.
It's a new day,
It's a new plan.
I've been waiting for you,
Here I am."

Lisbon smiled and put the paper to one side. Outside, Jane smiled and snuggled deeper into his couch. Peace had been restored.

Lisbon was busy with her paperwork when the rest of the team arrived. Van Pelt and Rigsby settled down to finish the rest of their paperwork, while Cho sat reading his latest novel. Lisbon appeared at the door of her office and wandered off to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Jane sat up and rubbed his eyes. His hair was in disarray, and he ran his fingers through it to straighten it out. Lisbon reappeared as he stood up and stretched. She walked past and poked him in the ribs as she passed. He smiled as she vanished into her office with her caffeine kick in her hand.

The day passed without any new cases, giving Lisbon a lot of time to consider the most recent office gossip she had managed to overhear. It was being circulated that Jane was giving other male agents who walked through the bullpen a hard time. Speculations were that she and Jane were in a secret relationship, and this was the reason for his obvious jealousy. Those speculations were absurd, at best. It was unprofessional for her to be involved with her consultant. Although, those smouldering sapphire eyes could burn through your soul, and his messy blonde curls definitely looked soft to the touch. Lisbon found herself idly daydreaming, when Jane entered holding another cup of coffee for her. She blushed furiously when he entered, and he raised an eyebrow curiously. "Why are you blushing, Lisbon?" he asked, placing the cup on the edge of the desk.

Lisbon fought a smile, secretly glad Jane couldn't actually read her mind. Jane just grinned and left the room. He had a faint idea as to what she had been thinking about, because he had been having the same sorts of thoughts. He lay back down on his couch and stared at the ceiling.

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Lisbon started the car, and a new song began to play. She had expected this, and listened closely to the words. When the song had finished, she ejected the disk. The song title was scrawled across it, just like the previous day. "Here I Am – Bryan Adams." Beneath that was written, "To new beginnings."

Lisbon dropped the CD into the glove box with the other one and put the car into drive. She smiled and drove from the parking lot towards her house, humming the song quietly to herself.

A/N: The songs whose lyrics I used were listed in the story. Please review. Thanks.