Set after "Rose-Colored Glasses"

Disclaimer: NOT MinE!

Jane and Lisbon walked out of the high school, laughing, when Jane suddenly turned to look in Lisbon's almost hypnotic, swirling emerald eyes. She smirked, but his face remained eagerly serious.

"If I had gone to high school," he started. "I would have fallen so in love with you."

"Really?" she laughed. "And now?"

She bit her lip. She hadn't meant to put him on the spot. Of course, he didn't love her, seriously. If he liked her more than a friend, he still wouldn't admit it. She brushed through her hair nervously. He was attached to his past.

"Yes." He spoke earnestly.

"What?" she gasped.

"I think, over the past 3 ½ years, I have leisurely become attracted to you. If there was no danger, I can see us dating and eventually marrying, honeymooning in Europe," his voice grew sultry at the end.

"Did you drink the spiked punch?"

"Yes. Your eyes are the punch and they have been spiked for as long as I can remember. Even more when I gave you that pony."

She snorted, and then quickly enveloped her embarrassment. She cowered in her hands. She began to sweat over what he just said. Jane shook his head, thinking your eyes are the punch? That is so lame. I'm trying to admit my feelings… not send her laughing. She was about to turn the corner when Jane suddenly grabs her wrists. He thrusts her up against the side of the school and kisses her. Hard. He caught her by surprise, but she did not refuse. Instead, she opened her mouth slightly to give Jane a little maneuver room. He finally pulled away. The duo found their eyes diluted.

"Jane…"

"Shhh… Teresa."

"You don't really lo-"

"Yes, I do. Teresa I would give up so much for you."

"Like what?"

She sighed. She didn't really want to ask, but her lips developed little minds of their own. He frowned for a minute and closed his eyes. Once they reopened, the flash of hurt was gone and they shone bright.

"I will burn my unofficially official couch at the CBI. I will quit my job. I will lose my money. I will stop drinking tea. I will break my favorite teacup."

"I have no doubts about the couch and your job, Jane. I don't know how much money you have, but you can always gain it back playing poker."

"I'll quit playing cards. I'll quit cheating. I'll quit blackmailing."

"I don't know how you would be if you didn't drink tea," Lisbon laughed.

"Very angry. Without it, I am reminded of my carnie days. And that horrible excuse for a fath – sorry, Teresa. Lost my mind there for a minute."

"It's okay. Now, what about that teacup? You never told me why you love it so much."

"I used it for tea every morning with Angela and every tea party with Charlotte."

He smiled at her. She couldn't help but grin when he showed no signs of emotional background. He beamed as if he were talking about a favorite birthday.

"Sounds nice. But I don't know, Jane."

"Please call me Patrick."

"Patrick. I don't want you to burn your couch or quit your job or break your teacup. A tea-less loafer with no tricks up his sleeve is not my idea of Patrick Jane."

He sighed, and then gazed into her beautiful eyes casting a reflection of the moon. He bent down to kiss her again… deeply passionate.

"Teresa," he spoke in a near whisper. "For you, I will give up Red John."