A/N: I was going through all of my writering and realized I haven't posted this mini-series. Must rectify situation! So here is part one of three fics I wrote for my Summer Secret Santa 2010 recipient, Chibs. Enjoy!

Warning: Pure fluff and banter. Fuzzies galore (as per the request) and the angst monster is not happy. I'm not going to start touting myself as a fluff writer, because I think I kind of suck at it.

Disclaimer: Did Jane and Lisbon kiss yet? No? Okay then. Also, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban own the idea behind the nickname of 'Baby Maker.' If you have no idea what I'm talking about Youtube 'Nicole, Keith and Simon Baker', fun times ahead XD

Part I: Kiss Me

"Where have you been?"

Jane slowly popped one eye open and glanced up at an exasperated Lisbon, hovering over him.

"It's nice to see you too, Lisbon. I had a great weekend, thank you for asking."

"I just wasted the last two hours trying to get a hold of you."

"Clearly, I was here on my couch napping."

She stared at him incredulously, deciding that she didn't want to waste anymore energy arguing with her infuriating consultant.

"We've got a case," she muttered tersely.

"Perfect," he replied cheerily.

They walked past the prying eyes of the other agents lingering around the bullpen, each of them receiving a prickly glare from Lisbon. Jane simply smiled and began to whistle as they made their way to the elevator.

"What are you so happy about?" Lisbon snapped.

Taking note of the perplexed and annoyed expression on her face, Jane's smile widened about a mile.

"Did you know that there's an office pool on us?"

"There are a few," she replied breezily. "You didn't know?"

He was slightly surprised by her nonchalant response.

"Oh, I knew. I was just wondering if you did."

"Of course I knew. Personally, I think it's ridiculous."

"Hmm," he paused, before adding with a frown. "Wait, you do?"

"I do, what? Think that the idea that we'd, well, you and I, you know…"

With a smug smirk, he folded his arms across his chest.

"No, actually, I don't know."

She glared at him.

"We don't get along with each other. We bicker and argue about everything. You think that's a healthy relationship? No."

He cocked his head to the side as she eyed him suspiciously.

"You don't think that the idea of us as a couple is ridiculous?"

"We do make a great team."

"Please," she snorted. "You get into trouble, I bail you out."

"Teamwork at its best," he said with a winning grin. "And let's not forget that we'd make incredibly beautiful babies."

He stared straight at her, immediately noticing the hint of smile tugging at her lips.

"Purple is a great color on you, compliments your eyes."

The smile vanished as quickly as it appeared as she roughly brushed past him and out the door.

"Hey, that hurt," he whined, chasing after her.

"My humblest of apologies, Mr. Baby Maker."

Chuckling to himself, he followed her into the elevator and stood right next to her. His arm brushed against hers as she deliberately moved to the opposite side of the cart. The doors had just closed when on a whim, he hit the bright red button. Before she even had a chance to scold him, he made an unexpected request.

"Kiss me."

"Excuse me?"

"Kiss me," he repeated, over-annunciating each word.

"No."

"This is the only way we can resolve this issue."

"What issue, Jane? There is no issue."

"What? Are you scared you might like it?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke.

He expected her to get flustered and thoroughly agitated with him in her typical Lisbon way. If he was lucky, maybe she would even punch him. Only this time, it was him caught off guard as she wound an arm around his neck and pressed her lips lightly against his. When it finally hit him what exactly was happening, he took advantage of the opportunity presented to him. Slipping his fingers into her dark curls, he deepened the kiss. But just as he leaned into her, they both lost their balance, causing them to end up in a messy heap on the floor. After a few stunned seconds, he untangled himself from her and clamored to his feet. She followed, immediately tugging at her blouse in an attempt to straighten it out. The silent air prickled with tension, neither one daring to look at the other. She cleared her throat twice before Jane clued in that he had to disengage the emergency stop. Mercifully, the elevator lurched back to life.

"You're right. We'd make a terrible couple," he quipped suddenly.

"See," she replied, without skipping a beat. "What did I tell you?"

They awkwardly backed away from each other as the doors slid opened. She exited first, without waiting for him. As soon as he caught up to her, he fell into step right by her side, though she still hadn't tried to re-establish eye contact.

"So," he prompted, slowly, "what is this new case about?"

"Right, the case. I'll fill you in on the way. Car."

Lisbon lamely pointed towards the far end of the parking lot. They seemed to have reverted back to their respective roles, at least on the surface. When they arrived at the vehicle, Lisbon reached into her pocket, only to find that it was unusually empty.

"Looking for these?"

Her head snapped up noticing that Jane was dangling her keychain in front of her eyes.

"How did you…"

She could feel her cheeks unintentionally flush as she recalled the rather intimate moment shared in the elevator.

"I didn't know that kissing me, could have that much of an effect on you."

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, Lisbon shoved Jane against the side of the car.

"If you wanted to have your way with me, all you had to do was ask," Jane said with wicked grin.

She slowly leaned forward, until her lips were against his ear.

"In your dreams," she whispered, as she pilfered the keys from his hand.

Restoring the space between them, she hopped into the driver's seat, a satisfied smile settling across her face. It took Jane a tad longer to recover. When he had regained his composure, she hazarded a sideways glance at him. He wore an expression that practically screamed he would get her back at a later time. And for some inexplicable reason, she was looking forward to it. Perhaps the reason wasn't all that mysterious to her. Jane might have been onto something. The idea of them being a couple wasn't as ridiculous as she initially thought.

Fin for now, Jello forever