A Jane & Lisbon Story
By Brown Eyes Parker
Summary:
It' Valentine's Day, and Jane has something he needs to tell Lisbon. Inspired by "Let's Talk About Love" sung by Celine Dion.
Disclaimer:
Sadly, I don't own any of this stuff. If I did, I would be filthy rich, and Jane/Lisbon would be together.
Author's Note:
This is the first story in my Valentine's day collection (obviously). I should post three or four more – including the one for the Jello Forever challenge – during the next couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy these stories, all of them come straight from the heart. They are my personal Valentine's to you, my wonderful readers.
Love,
Holly_
Dedicated to:
All of my readers
My friends on Jello Forever
And my sister, Hannah
From the laughter of a child
To the tears of a grown man
There's a thread that runs right through us and helps us understand
As subtle as a breeze that fans a flicker to a flame
From the first sweet melody to the very last refrain
Let's talk about love
Let's talk about us
Let's talk about life
Let's talk about trust
Let's talk about love
Let's Talk About Love, Celine Dion_
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"Jane!" Lisbon said. "Just the man that I wanted to see!"
"Good morning Lisbon!" Jane smiled, "What can I do for you today? It being February fourteenth and all—"
"You can come and help me question suspects in the Walken case," Lisbon answered.
"Oh." Jane's face fell.
"Hey, is everything okay?"
"I was just hoping that I could talk to you for a minute."
"About what?"
"Lisbon, I want to talk about love."
"Jane," Lisbon laughed. "We have a case."
"But it's Valentine's day," Jane argued.
"And so? It was Valentine's day last year, and you didn't want to talk about "love". You wanted to work until we dropped," Lisbon replied. "And besides, crime doesn't care if it's Valentine's day or not."
"What if I said that I wanted to talk about—"
"Boss?" Van Pelt stuck her head in the doorway.
"Yes?" Lisbon asked.
"Um. . . Becca Walken is here. The victim's wife?"
"Oh. . . tell her that we'll be right there."
Van Pelt nodded and disappeared.
"Lisbon—" Jane grabbed her wrist.
"Jane, I'm sorry. . . we'll just have to talk later."
"But. . ."
"We'll talk, I promise," Lisbon said. "Later. . . when there's nothing going on." She slid her hand through his and squeezed it. Then she gasped and pulled away, clearing her throat.
"Let's talk to Becca Walken," Jane said, his cheeks flushing pink.
"Becca Walken. . . right." Lisbon shook her head, trying to clear her head and figure out why she had suddenly lost all ability to think. Jane had never had that effect on her before.
"Are you okay?" Jane asked. "I thought—"
"We are," Lisbon said. "We don't want to waste Becca Walken's time."
"But you're okay?"
"I'm better than okay," Lisbon assured him, suddenly anticipating what he wanted to talk about more than ever. "Come on, the sooner we close the case, the sooner we can talk."
Jane smiled. "So, now you want to talk."
"I'm always interested in what you have to say," Lisbon replied, smiling at him.
"Boss? Jane?" Van Pelt came into the office again. "Mrs. Walken has a meeting with the funeral director in an hour. Are you coming or not?"
"We're coming, we're coming," Lisbon said. "Sorry. We just got distracted."
"Oh." Van Pelt smiled knowingly.
"It was nothing like that," Lisbon replied, pushing Van Pelt out the door. "Now, don't you have something you have to be doing?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then go do it! Jane, come on!"
"You didn't?" Van Pelt whispered to Jane.
"I didn't," he whispered back as he passed her. "Later on though."
"Good luck!" Van Pelt mouthed.
"Thanks," Jane replied. "I'm going to need it."
Van Pelt giggled and then hurried off before Lisbon could say anything else to her.
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"So, what did you want to talk about?" Lisbon asked later that night when she met Jane at a restaurant.
"You look nice," Jane said.
"Oh. . . thank you." Lisbon smiled to herself, thankful that she had decided to change her clothes and curl her hair before meeting him. "So? What did you want to talk about?"
Jane smiled. "I already ordered for us, I really hope you don't mind."
"Jane!" Lisbon complained.
"Okay, okay!" Jane said. "I just wanted to say that – no, no – I can't say it. . ."
"Are you seeing somebody else?" Lisbon blurted out.
"What!" Jane asked, looking startled. "No! Of course not!"
"Then what is it?" Lisbon asked anxiously. "You're not leaving, are you?"
Jane shook his head. "No, no. . . it's nothing like that."
"Fine then," Lisbon grumped. "Don't tell me. It's not like I—"
Jane leaned over and kissed her. "I love you. Okay? That's what I wanted to tell you earlier."
Lisbon opened her mouth, but she was speechless. She knew in the back of her mind that she had wanted Jane to say this. . . but she hadn't really expected him to ever say it.
"Say something, please. . ." Jane said.
Lisbon swallowed and took a deep breath. "I. . . I love you too."
Jane smiled and sighed in relief. "I thought so."
"So. . . what now?" Lisbon asked.
"Now?" Jane repeated, taking her hand. "Let's talk about us."
_The End_