For most people, sitting with a classic for four hours straight would be a tremendous effort and a time of tedious and monotonous work. It would make them tired and frustrated, like a chore been forced to do at sword point. Like a painful task pushed to be done under duress.

But Patrick Jane wasn't most people. Reading was a distraction he always appreciated. Bliss unleashed from countless pages with nothing but words. Paradise experienced from understanding the tale. He would love getting lost in the chapters, entranced by the splendor and beauty of the story. And even after returning to reality from his world of fantasies, he would think about it for days-maybe even months, transforming the words into bricks for his "memory palace". He had decided that reading would forever bring him eternal joy and moments he would cherish during unhappy and hard times.

But, currently, he was happy. Sitting with A Midsummer Night's Dream in his hands. Shakespeare always kept him relaxed. A bit of an odd thing for him really. Unlike most people in this world, Patrick Jane worshipped Shakespeare. For him, his works were just another form of intricate and complex art. A beautiful thing which needs a bit of brushing and coaxing. Shakespeare would keep him active and going, making him see the meaning of life through his works. And Patrick Jane, of course, comprehended the statement as a true and pure one.

But just as he was thinking about this, he discovered a set of green eyes peeking at him from behind the door of the study.

'Annie, Daddy will always win at hide and seek. Why don't you come out now since I've won?

Angelina stepped out of her hideout, grumbling quietly about being found. But her annoyance quickly vanished as she flew across the room into her father's waiting arms.

Jane loved it when she did that. She was just so full of life. Always cheerful and active. People said she looked like Jane, with her waist-long blonde curls and height. But Jane thought she looked just like her mother. She had jade green eyes and a round, pink face. Even her mom's cranky behavior got passed down to her. Though he does teach her a few tricks then and now. The moments he really cherished were playing with Angelina. He loved her for that.

'What's wrong, kid? Why're you hiding?' he asked.

'Shh!' she hissed. 'I'm hiding from mommy.'

That's interesting, he thought. What's Lisbon done this time?

'Annie!' Lisbon yelled. 'Not again, sweetie, please! Come here!'

'Hide me.' she begged, and ducked under the study table.

Lisbon sashayed into the room with a glass of milk. That explains things. He thought. He knew how Angelina detested milk. That got passed down from him.

'Jane, you seen Annie?' she huffed.

'Nope.' he lied, returning to his book.

She looked suspicious a moment but then sighed. 'Goddamn it.' she muttered. But then she yelled at the top of her voice;

'ANGELINA LISBON JANE! Do NOT give me anymore pain than you already do!'

Jane felt his eardrums burst. His wife could be sweet when she wanted to be but he did not like her getting mad. It gave him a serious migraine.

'Comes back the mighty Agent Teresa Lisbon.' he mocked

She sneered at him. 'Shut up, Patrick Jane! All of this is your fault!'

He was very much taken aback with that. 'How is it my fault?' he demanded.

She just stomped her foot hard and snorted loudly. She then went out looking for Annie.

Jane sighed. Even if he tried a thousand times, he won't be able to completely read Teresa Lisbon.

Under the table, Angelina squirmed uncomfortably. As he thought, she was exactly like Lisbon. She hated being responsible for other people's troubles. She didn't like it when Lisbon yelled at him because of her. But he made her admit she enjoys it a little, her out-of-control father being punished.

'You can come out, sweetheart.' He said. 'Momma's gone.'

Slowly she peeked out from under the table, looking around to check if he was lying. She then sat on Jane's lap. 'Sorry, Daddy.' she sniffled.

Jane realized she was crying. My poor baby. 'No, no sweetie.' he soothed her. 'It wasn't your fault at all.'

'But it was.' she said.

'No it wasn't.' he insisted.

She smiled a little. That made him happy. He hated seeing his daughter sad. She looked beautiful when she smiled. Just like her mom, he thought.

But just then, Lisbon dashed into the room with the milk and a crazed expression.' Ah ha!' she shouted. 'I knew it!' But then her expression became sympathetic. 'Jane, Jane.' she sang. 'Your tricks never did work on me, did they?'

'Well...I try though. Everybody tries, don't they?'

She laughed, and that was when Jane thought she looked beautiful. Her black hair was now waist-long. She became a little thinner, which worried Jane. Her eyes were still clear and emerald green. She wore a red t-shirt and black, loose pants.

'But the attempt will always remain a failure, won't it?' she joked.

'It could...' he said. 'But it won't.'

'We'll see.' she challenged. But then she glared at her daughter. 'You, young lady, are not going to bed until you finish your milk!' Annie shrank, 'Momma! No milk! I hate milk!' she wailed.

Lisbon shot Jane a withering glare. She figured it's his fault Annie hates milk, since he does too. Also he found her upset that Annie got his tea-drinking habit. Because just then she said, 'Momma, give me tea. I want tea! No milk!'

Lisbon glared at Jane some more. Then she said 'Do you want Momma to cry, Annie?'

Annie looked guilty 'No Mommy.'

She looked at the five-year old with a soft expression. 'Are you going to finish your milk now?'

Annie looked at the glass a moment, disgustedly. But then she took it and finished it in four gulps.

'There.' she muttered. 'Happy?'

Lisbon laughed and held Annie close to her. 'Momma is very happy.' she replied.

The toddler laughed too. Lisbon then told Jane to give Annie a shower, which he did. Afterwards Lisbon brushed Annie's teeth. She then read her story, gave her a kiss and tucked her into bed.

She then walked to the room with Jane, holding hands. After a while Jane said 'Very good Lisbon. You're learning.'

She frowned. 'Learning what?'

'Blackmailing.' he replied

She blushed a little. 'I did not.' She said.

'Oh come on.' He protested. 'You think I didn't notice?'

She smiled. 'Fifteen years working with Patrick Jane does the trick.'

She reached up on her toes and kissed him tenderly. Then she said 'Let's go to bed. We have work tomorrow.' And so, together they went into their rom and shut the door.

End of Chapter 1.

I am only 13. Sorry if it's messed up.

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