A/N: Because I"m pretty sure there is an unwritten rule that states every fandom must have a story where the characters are in highschool. So I wrote one. Un beta'd but spell checked. Reveiws are lovly

Disclaimer: If I owned them, Jane and LIsbon would have been married by the third ep.

Grace Van Pelt looked up at her new high school. The large red brick building didn't look very inviting but that could just be because she was transferring in and didn't know anyone. She clutched her book bag a little tighter and headed inside.

Her first stop was the office to pick up her student id and class schedule. They assigned another girl to show her around. She was supposed to wait there until her guide got done with homeroom.

"You Van Pelt?" a voice asked behind her. Grace turned to see a girl about her height with black hair and green eyes.

"Yes," she said quietly.

The girl smiled. "I'm Teresa Lisbon," she said holding out a hand. Grace shook it. "Let me see your class schedule." Grace handed it over. Teresa studied it for a minute before handing it back with a nod. "You've got the same classes as me, so that makes it easier. First is study hall in the cafeteria. Follow me."

With out even waiting for a reply Teresa swept out, expecting Grace to follow her. "Well, that's a little different," she said to herself before quickly following.

Teresa led her down to the cafeteria where they were hailed by two boys that had already grabbed a table. They sat down and Teresa introduced Grace to her friends. "This is Kimball Cho," she said pointing to an Asian boy who nodded before going back to his book. "He's head of the debate team."

Teresa pointed to the other boy. "This is Wayne Rigsby, football player. Guys, meet Grace Van Pelt. She's new here."

"Hi there," Rigsby said enthusiastically. "Where are you from?"

"Napa," Grace said, "Well actually a small town outside of Napa but that's close enough."

"What's it like up there?" he asked.

"Oh, it's pretty nice," Grace told him, "We used to live near my grandparents who owned a vineyard up there. It was beautiful." She paused to look over at Teresa who seemed to be searching for someone. Before she could ask what was going on, Cho spoke up.

"He's not here. I saw him coming into school though. Maybe you dodged the bullet this year."

"He?" Grace asked.

"Patrick Jane," Cho said.

"Who's that?"

"You'll find out," Cho told her as a group of giggling girls walked in. From Grace's vantage point they were all clustered around someone or something and they all appeared to be the cheerleading type.

Finally a voice rang out from the middle of the circle. "I'm very sorry ladies but I need to go." Grace felt her pulse race slightly at the sound of the smooth tenor. "I'll see you all after school." Teresa groaned and put a book up to hide her face. As the group of cheerleaders parted Grace caught the eye of an angel. He had golden curly hair, sparkling blue eyes and a well built body. He looked at her and gave her the most amazing smile she'd ever seen. Grace didn't even know you could show that many teeth.

"That's Patrick Jane," Cho said as the boy went to turn in his late slip. "He's the star of both the track and basketball teams."

"Oh, Teresa," Patrick called out.

"And obsessed with Lisbon."

As if to prove Cho's point, Jane walked up to their table. Ignoring everyone else he reached out and snapped the book down to the table. "Hello Teris," he said cheerfully.

"Jane," she sighed. "Look if I give you twenty bucks, will you leave me alone for a week?"

Patrick grinned at her. "Oh but where would the fun be in that?" he asked. He snagged a chair from the table next to them and flipped it around sitting back wards. He smiled at her for a few moments before catching sight of Grace. "Well, I've been rude," he said, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Patrick Jane. You must the lovely Grace Van Pelt. Pleasure to meet you." The smile he gave her wasn't quite as bright the one he gave Teresa but Grace didn't care. Especially when he kissed her hand.

"Nice to meet you too," she murmured. "How did you know my name?"

Jane gave her a mischievous smile. "Well," he hedged, "Normally it's more fun to keep you guessing but everyone gets a freebie." Grace stared at him. "Your student ID is right there," he said tapping the top of her books.

Grace looked down to see he was right. "Oh, wow," she said blushing, "That's a little embarrassing."

"Not at all," he told her, "It happens to everyone. Now I believe I have something here for you." He absently reached into his pocket before pulling out a paper rose. With a flourish he changed it into a silk rose.

"How did you do that?" she asked taking the rose.

"I told you, it's more fun to keep you guessing."

"He likes to think of himself as a magician," Teresa sighed.

"Oh, don't be jealous Titi," Patrick said with a smile.

"I'm not jealous," she snapped, "And don't call me Titi."

"Teris then," he said pulling out another rose. "See I brought one for you. I know it's not a daffodil but those are much harder to make. Don't worry though, I'm working on it."

"I guess I shouldn't ask how you know my favorite flower is a daffodil," Teresa sighed. She handed the flower to Grace who was unsure what to do with it.

"You can take it," Patrick assured her, "Teris wants to show that I don't affect her. Its fine, I know the truth."

"You've finally sought help for how annoying you are?" Teresa asked in a sarcastic tone.

Patrick feigned being hurt. "Teris, you wound me," he said overly dramatic. "I can't believe you would think such things."

"Would please call me Teresa like everyone else?" she snapped.

"That's not nearly as fun," Patrick said. "Besides I want my own special name for you."

"Why?"

"Because," he told her cryptically.

Before Teresa could say anything the bell rang. "Hurry Grace," she snapped, "We have to get to chemistry." A look of disappointment flashed for just second before he smiled again. Teresa was too busy packing her things to notice.

"I guess I'll see you in gym," he said. Then he leaned over to kiss her cheek. Teresa was too shocked to say anything and he swept off without another word.

Cho snapped his fingers in front of her face to wake her up. With a gagging motion Teresa violently wiped her hand across her cheek. "I'm so going to clock him one of these days," she growled.

"You've been saying that for five years now," Cho pointed out as they hurried to their next class.

"Five years?" Grace asked.

"That was when Patrick and his dad moved across the street from Lisbon. This has been going on ever since."