It was hot outside. Too hot to handle, actually. Lisbon, who sat at her desk in the FBI building was quite happy to be stuck here since morning to god knows when. There was air-conditioning at least.

She worked hard everyday, put on an extra hours because in reality, she is where she is thanks to Jane only. She was his condition. Nothing more. Sure, it is a way better job then being a small town sheriff, but she didn´t get here thanks to her abilities or experiences. Even if she helped put down a serial killer and his crooked web of followers. Nah, nobody wanted to employ her after that. She got the sheriff job because Minely pulled some strings. And she hated every minute of it. This job, on the other hand, was far more interesting and fulfilling. Yes, she was on desk duty mostly, while Jane was having fun in the field with agent Fischer. Still, it was better then catching drunk teens or dealing with the notorious thieves in a small town.

All in all, her life got a little better when Jane returned. A little. Workwisely. Her personal life stayed the same. Nothing and no one to come home to. At least she was used to that. Since Jane left she was not able to go on a single date, or made a single friend. When he left, everything went numb alongside with her.

Now he was back. Which was good, in a way. They talked and laughed but it felt different...distant somehow. The fact that he was out with Fischer on daily basis did not help at all. She even told her that Jane took his ring down, on that freaking island of his. It made her feel really sad. And the worst part was that there is no reason to feel that bad. She should feel happy for him. Maybe he was finally moving on with his life, and that´s happy news, right?

As logical is it sounded to her, she just couldn´t feel that way. It hurt. Much.

She sighed while typing on her computer with just one hand. The other hand was occupied with holding a cup of coffee. Lost in her though she didn´t hear approaching steps and nearly had an heart attack when somebody put a hand on her shoulder. She spilled her coffee all over the table and a little curse slipped through her lips.

„Oh, I´m sorry agent Lisbon, didn´t meant to scare you."

It was Abbott who was now helping her wiping coffee of the table.

„No, I was...lost in the work..."

„I can see that. Why don´t you go home? It´s late."

She looked at him with her tired eyes and nodded.

„I´ll go soon, I just wanted to finnish this report."

He smiled at her.

„Alright then."

The he left her alone with two soaked napkins and a empty coffee cup. She thrown those napkins in the trash and continued her work. Abbott eventually left about an hour later telling her to go home. The report was finished. In fact, all her work was finished. It was mainly thanks to her overtime she was doing everyday but the though of going to her motel room made her sad. If she missed anything from her previous life as a sheriff, it was her own home. So instead of going home, she stayed and used the spare time to look at available houses nearby. None of them was good enough, or better, the ones which were good enough were too expensive. Maybe she should just get an Airstream like Jane. She sat there, looking through websites until she felt a yawn coming. Finally. As tired as she wad, it was kind of hard to fell asleep lately. Lisbon got up, turned of all of running programs, grabbed her purse and went to elevator.

Outside was still hot. She went to her car walking slowly thinking that she should be at home already. Maybe the fact that Jane didn´t return from his case with Fischer yet made her to do today´s overtime. It was as pathetic as sad but there was also some truth mixed in there.

A bitter truth.

Lisbon saw her car and somebody standing right to it. Someone in a suit. With golden hair. Looking in driver window. His Airstream was parked near and the moonlight bounced of the silver bucket.

She sighed.

Jane didn´t see not hear her until she was almost behind him. She did the same thing which Abbott did to her. When she reached his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin.

„Lisbon!" he gasped while turning to her.

„Sorry, did I scare you?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

„As a matter of fact you did, yes!"

„Well, that´s what you get for creeping around my car so late, Jane."

He regained his cool quite quickly and grinned at her.

„I wanted to check on you, I was quite worried that you are sleeping in here."

„Am not as you can see. So...how was the case?"

„Boring, long, tedious, no fun at all. I cracked it thought making agent Fischer very angry indeed."

„Oh, can´t imagine that, you making someone angry? Unbelievable."

„No need to be sarcastic Lisbon."

Jane made a step closer to her and looked right at her.

„Stop it!"

„What?" he asked faking innocence.

„You are cold reading me again. If you want to know something just ask."

„You look tired. And sad. I don´t like when you are sad, Lisbon. It make´s me less happy."

Lisbon rolled her eyes at him and unlocked her car. Jane suddenly stopped looking so smug.

„I´ll try to be more happy so you can be happy, okay?"

She sounded desperate even to her. Jane was just standing there with a uncertain look. He took a deep breath.

„Lisbon, wait!"

„What?"

Jane looked as if he was fighting some internal battle.

„Uh, let me drive you home."

She wanted to say no. No way in fact. But something stopped her. It was the tone of his voice. Usually, Jane was full of himself, always confident. Not now. His tone was reflecting his expression. He was uncertain. And if it was even possible, somewhat sincere in his actions.

„Why?"

„Because I want to."

Lisbon eyed him with a frown. It was always something he wanted to. The nature of that man was so simple. He wants it. And he has his own ways for getting it.

„Do you care if I want you to drive me home?"

It was a bit mean thing to ask him, but to hell with it.

„I do," he said with that sincere looking face she was not used to, „I mean, since my return, we haven´t got a proper chance to spend some time together and I missed you, Lisbon."

Lisbon listened to him realizing that perhaps she is not the only one feeling a bit down. Jane could look happy even if he was literally dying inside, it was always part of his act. She felt a little ashamed of herself for not realizing it sooner.

„And I have some beer in my fridge right there."

He pointed at his Airstream and smiled.

„It´s a bit late for beer, Jane."

„Perhaps. We shall see, shall we?"

„What about my car?"

„Oh, you can leave it here, if there is an emergency I can drive you back to work."

„On that?"

Lisbon pointed at his Airstream too.

„Why not? It is a perfect vehicle that got everything you need."

„Fine."

She was kind of excited to agree. Maybe it was not a perfect idea, but she missed him too. A lot.

„Good," he said grinning again.

„No funny business. You drive home and that´s it."

„Of course, what do you think of me, Lisbon?"

„You have no idea, really," she said with a smirk.

Jane smiled at her and together they walked to his home on wheels. Lisbon was never inside it and in fact, she hated the fact that Jane was living in a car. She hated that car, too. The inside of it surprised her. Jane was indeed a neat freak. Everything has it´s place, blankets were fold neatly on the small bed, there was not a one dirty spoon in his sink. And it smelled nicely, like cinnamon mixed with vanilla. She sat down on the bed while Jane took out two beer cans out of the fridge. Even the fridge was organized from what she saw. Well, her little motel room was nothing like this.

„Here you go," he said handing her one of those cans. She took it reluctantly.

„Thank you, but you shouldn´t be drinking while driving, Jane."

He smiled and opened his own can showing it to her. It was a non-alcoholic beer. She shook her head and opened her can, too. They sat in silence drinking and smiling awkwardly at each other.

„It´s nice in here," Lisbon finally said breaking the silence.

„Well, thank you Lisbon, I thought you hated it."

„I do."

Jane stayed still for a moment until Lisbon laughed. He joined her a second later.

„You do, do you?" he asked still laughing.

„Yeah, I mean you are technically living in a car. That´s kind of weird for a FBI consultant, you know?"

„It´s fine! Look at it. I got everything I need."

„Hot water?"

„What?" Jane asked looking at her.

„Do you have hot water?"

Jane shrugged.

„I don´t particularly need hot water."

„Right..."

„Really!"

Lisbon laughed again and took another sip. They continued to talk for another hour, resulting in sulky Jane who pretended to be offended by Lisbon´s comments. Jane then suggested that she could just lie down while he drives. She didn´t mind. It took her just some minutes to fall asleep. It was what Jane waited for. When he finally left the parking lot, Lisbon was snuggled on the couch, sleeping.

Jane shifted the gear and went on the road. Lisbon will be angry, well, not just angry, more like furious when she wakes up and realize she is not at home. But Jane could see how tired and stressed she was. Working all of those overtimes, trying to prove herself worth of the work was taking too much out of her. She needs a break. And he will give one to her, even if it might result in him being dead beside the road.

He got it all covered. He talked to Abbott about it and even if he thought that it is the stupidest idea, he gave them a weekend off. Without Lisbon knowing a thing. She might proclaim that she hates surprises but that is just an act. He was sure of that. Well, about 80 percent sure.

On the way back from the case, Jane stopped at a mall, making Fischer more angry than ever. He spent some time there, getting the essentials for his small trip with Lisbon. He even bough her some clothes and even if it seemed creepy, some underwear. And a bikini.

Thinking about it now, it might not be the best idea of them all...she will probably kill him. But it will be worth it.

He grinned imagining her reaction and sped up enjoying the empty road.