A/N: So I'm totally jumping on the oneshot series bandwagon. I don't know how many this will be but I promise if I get hit with inspiration or I get writer's block on my current projects that I'll update. Each ficlet will be associated with a particular kind of weather. I'll try to make these as realistic as I can but be forewarned, some might be extremely fluffy. But I'm going to take a leap of faith and hope that all of you won't think that's necessarily a bad thing :P Mostly Jello-Jane/Lisbon centric. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything as much as it pains me to admit that. If Bruno Heller decides to auction off the characters, I'll be the first in line with my entire life savings in Monopoly money.

Heatwave

Lisbon was hot.

She had already discarded her blazer and her dress shirt, leaning back in her chair in nothing but an olive green tank top and khaki slacks. Eyeing the mercury level, she groaned. It was well over ninety degrees and still climbing, not to mention, the air conditioning had just conked out over an hour ago. Standing up to stretch her legs, she felt another bead of sweat trickle from her brow. She swiped it with the back of her hand as she stood in her doorway, regarding the other agents in the bullpen. All of them looked just as miserable as she did. Rigsby had his face in front of a tiny electric fan no bigger than the size of an alarm clock. The device was probably making him warmer rather than cooling him down, but the agent, with a half eaten granola bar in his mouth, seemed too out of it to care. Across from him, Van Pelt had her head propped up with one hand and the other was waving a sandalwood fan, trying her best to focus on her case report. Cho was the only one of the three who didn't look affected by the heat. He was calmly reading another one of his books, completely unaware of the sweltering temperature. Lisbon frowned, something was missing or rather someone was missing. Where had her consultant disappeared off to this time? Feeling too hot to even think, she returned inside. The minute she sat back down, her head dropped onto her desk. There was no way she was going to concentrate on the mountain of paperwork cluttering around her. She felt too sticky and too tired. Just as she was starting to drift off to sleep, the door loudly swung open.

"Jane, I swear, if you don't leave me alone, I will shoot you, resurrect you from the dead and then shoot you again," she muttered, not even bothering to look up.

"That's assuming the bullets in your gun haven't melted yet."

Without lifting her head, she pulled her state issued weapon from its holster and allowed it to clatter spectacularly beside her.

"No need to be so dramatic, Lisbon."

Grunting, she sat up, bringing along a loose piece of paper that had glued itself to her cheek. Jane looked as though he was about to comment when Lisbon stopped him.

"Don't say anything."

He ghosted a zipper across his lips and innocently clasped his hands behind his back. Lisbon grumbled a string of expletives under her breath as she peeled the paper from her face. Crumpling the sheet into a ball, she threw it at Jane. The wad expertly bounced off his shoulder, forcing her to take a good look at him. She felt her heart flutter for a moment when she caught his eye. The heat must have been getting to her. That had to be the only explanation. Jane too, had lost his jacket, along with his vest. His light blue shirt was wrinkled from the humidity, sleeves rolled to his elbows with a couple of the top buttons undone, revealing just a hint of skin.

"Are you done undressing me with your mind yet?"

His voice snapped her back to reality. Luckily her face was already flushed, hiding the redness that she could feel creeping up her neck.

"What do you want, Jane?" she demanded trying to change the subject.

"Why is it that whenever I come to your office you think I need something of you?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because whenever you come to my office you always need something of me?"

"You're exceptionally cranky today."

"I feel like I'm in the middle of the Sahara Desert. I think I have a right to be a little cranky."

Jane settled into the seat across from her desk.

"What are you still doing here? Did you not hear what I said earlier?"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll shoot me," his eyes rolled up as he waved his hands in the air in mock fear. "I just thought you'd like to chat."

She glared at him.

"There's enough hot air in this room without you adding to it."

Jane chuckled and Lisbon couldn't help suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. Unexpectedly, he placed a frosted glass in front of her, decorated with a bright green drink umbrella. Lisbon hadn't even realized he had been holding something. She had been too distracted by Jane's perfectly tanned arms and... Whoa, easy, Lisbon.

"What's this?" she asked, trying to keep her thoughts from wandering.

"Lemonade," he replied breezily. "You better drink it now before it starts evaporating."

She wrapped her fingers around the glass, instantly revelling in its cool relief.

"This is just what I needed."

"See, I don't always come in here asking for things."

Leaning back with a grin, he clasped his hands behind his perfect head of curls. Lisbon suddenly wondered what it would be like to run her hands through… Stop it, woman!

"I guess you don't," she mumbled.

"Was that so hard to admit?"

"You know, you should learn how to quit while you're ahead."

Lisbon took a long sip and then sighed, purposely drawing it out. She caught a mixture of amusement and desire flicker across his face.

"Now who's undressing whom?"

Quirking an eyebrow, she let a smug smile settle on her lips, enjoying that for once, she had the upper hand.

"Lisbon, my dear, I would willingly admit if I was picturing you naked. You, on the other hand, would never confess to anything of that sort, at least not out loud, even if you were totally picturing me naked too."

The smile withered on her face. She felt as though her cheeks were on fire. Helplessly, she watched as Jane leaned forward, his face mere inches from hers.

"By the way, you look sexy in a tank top. You should show off those incredible arms more often."

Lisbon couldn't put together a coherent sentence even if life depended on it, while Jane beamed his signature disarming smile at her. Before she could recover, he hopped onto his feet and was out the door. Lisbon blinked. What the Hell just happened? She downed the rest of her chilled beverage in a single gulp. Damn heatwave. Her gaze traveled to the gun sitting on her desk. She smiled at the fact the bullets obviously had not melted as she unconsciously rubbed her arms, her incredible arms. Eyes widened, Lisbon shook her head. Damn Jane. She should have shot him.

Fin for now, Jello forever