A/N, Okay :) this is my first one-shot story, it's also my first song fic. I hope you really do like it.
It was real early on Monday morning, Lisbon had nothing better to do she hadn't been able to sleep the night before so she ended up getting up at a ridiculous hour and not going back to sleep, as the elevator neared her floor, little did she know that Patrick Jane was already up there, in his usual place on his couch.
Oh for heaven's sake Patrick pick the damn thing up you can't just stare at it., Jane thought to himself. He still had... two hours before anyone is due in on the CBI team. It was weird because before he knew it he was carrying his acoustic guitar out of his house with him, put it in his car and now he was staring at it leaning against the desk. He hadn't played it since around a year after his wife and child had died. He didn't know why he brought it here, but he had. Finally picking the guitar up he remembered one song he used to play for his daughter. He realised, he had forgotten his plectrum.
Time to brush up on the ol' finger-picking skills.
He was going over how the song went in his head, he heard the ping of the elevator but ignored it, must be the janitor or something. Jane thought.
As soon as Lisbon was nearing the bullpen, she immediately heard the soft sound of a guitar... what the hell? she thought she quietly picked up the pace on her walk. Then there it was. Patrick Jane, playing guitar, then there was something else.
"Would you know my name,
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same,
If I saw you heaven?
I must be strong and carry on,
Cause I know I don't belong...
Here in heaven..." Jane sung gently.
It was beautiful, the sound that was coming from the guitar was professional, and fault-less. And he could sing! It was truly beautiful.
Lisbon moved closer so she could hear him properly just out of his line of sight.
"Would you hold my hand,
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand,
If I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way, through night and day.
Cause I know, I just can't stay,
Here in heaven...
Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knee,
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please...
Begging please."
Then his fingers and the guitar took over. Its funny you do actually learn something new everyday, but this just wasn't anything new. This was something beautiful and loving to know. It made her fall in love all over again. A few minutes past and the solo that he was playing changed slightly and Jane began to sing again.
"Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know, there'll be no more...
Tears In Heaven."
The guitar rhythm changed again, and he expertly started playing the same tune as in the beginning Lisbon was mesmerized. It made her feel warm inside.
Would you know my name,
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same,
If I saw you heaven?
I must be strong and carry on,
Cause I know I don't belong...
Here in heaven..
Cause I know I don't belong...
Here in heaven,"
Lisbon gingerly walked into the bullpen and stood in front of Jane. She quickly wiped the stray tear that had escape her eye and was on its journey down her cheek.
"I didn't know you played the guitar,"
"There's rather a lot you don't know about me Lisbon, and me playing the guitar was one of them," a smile appeared on his face, but it didn't quite reach his ears. She also notice that he didn't use her first name.
"Teresa?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well, you did say that we wasn't allowed to use first names at work, and here we are so..." he trailed off gesturing with his hand to where they where, and she sat down beside him.
Something changed quickly in Lisbon's head. "Well, forget whatever I said. After seeing you play that, I don't care about what anyone else thinks here." Lisbon started to babble, "I don't care about Hightower finding out or if Van-Pelt and Rigsby are jealous just 'cause they didn't get to have their relationship. All that matter is..." She took a deep breath, "I-I love you," She looked down at her hands to avert his gaze.
Patrick put a finger under her chin so she had to look at him, "Where did all this come from?"
"I don't know really," Lisbon said with a chuckle and gave a shy smile. "What else can you play?"
Patrick smirked, "You like guitars?"
"I have a liking for them, yes"
"You like my guitar?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That's not all that I like that's yours..." Lisbon itched closer on his couch and rested her hand on his thigh. Jane placed the guitar so it was leaning against the desk again, he leaned back onto the back of the couch.
Teresa quickly changed her position from sitting beside him to straddling him. Her legs either side of his. She slowly pushed her hands through his golden curls. Which earned her a low moan from him.
"What else do you like about me, Teresa" He asked closing his eyes, slowly groaning out her name.
"Mmmm, you're the psychic one. You tell me." Smirking a little, knowing the answer she would get.
Patrick opened his eyes, "I'm not the psychic. I'm just a good people reader."
"I know, I know. I heard you the other twenty dozen times... You really wanna know?" Her hands came to rest at the side of his waist-coat, gripping at the material there.
"Yeah, I really do."
Biting her lip she considered what to tell him, "Okay, I like the way you hold me when where just going to sleep, the way you always have the coffee ready for me when I get up" He chuckled slightly, "I like, no I love the way you have never forgotten that I sleep on the side nearest the door," She put her hands on either side of his face, "Believe it or not I like the way I get to comfort you when we have a Red John case, it shows that you're still human and that you still have emotions left... Look I could go on for a while and-"
Patrick glanced at his watch. "We do have a good... hour thirty left,"
"Okay, maybe I don't want to reveal everything I like about you to you here." Teresa explained.
"So, lets go home. Then you can tell me there," he replied, with so much love in his voice.
Home? "Ummm, home?" She asked with some hesitation.
"Yeah, your house?" Then it clicked what she meant and he panicked. "Oh, no Teresa don't get all freaked out I wasn't suggesting that-" He was suddenly interrupted by her lips on his.
"I know what you meant." She hopped up off of him, and held out her hand. When he looked at her in confusion she smiled at him, he looked so cute when he was confused, which was very rare. "Patrick, take my hand."
"What for?"
She rolled her eyes. "Just take it," He took it.
"Where we going?"
"Home" Teresa said simply with a loving smile on her face. She lead him out of the CBI building and to her car, to her home, to her couch. Then to her bed.
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