A/N: Do not own characters. Do own...actually nothing at the moment. So sad. Just an idea that spouted. Go with it, people.


Patrick Jane was sprawled on the leather couch he claimed as his own. He spent most of his time there, on that couch, pretending to sleep while he stealthy observed his coworkers.

The couch was his home so to speak as he spent more time at the office than at his Malibu home. He was there at his house for exactly thirty minutes as he showered and changed. His blond hair was still wet but there was nothing he could do with it. It naturally curled, giving him the tousled look women strived for. He was just thankful the curls weren't tighter.

His boss in writing seemed on edge as soon as she reached her secluded office. She constantly checked her watch then the elevator. Interesting.

He rose to action for lunch- his colleague Grace Van Pelt gave him a sandwich with his particulars. He gave her a big grin then glanced at Teresa Lisbon. "Why are you so nervous?" he blurted out blatantly as he finished a bite.

Lisbon jumped slightly. "I'm not nervous," she clearly lied, picking at her condiments.

He smirked. "You're guarding the elevator, checking your watch, your pulse is higher, and your eyes are twitching. Who's coming?"

She stood straight and glared. "I'm fine. Drop it." She headed for her office.

Jane, not one to drop anything, followed her. "Answer my question."

In the office she stormed behind her desk, protected it seemed. "It is none of your business, Jane."

"Ah! So someone is coming."

"Damnit, Jane. You're irritatingly nosy at times. Get out of my office."

He walked to the couch in her office and gracefully plopped down. "I'll stay and help you look."

Her expression grew darker. "You can very well watch from your own couch."

Jane just smiled. "You would gather the person and hurry to the elevator before I could reach you. I'm fine right here."

She could think of nothing to say as she stared at the stubborn man.

He turned his head to look at her. "Your hair looks nice today. I like the way it's curled."

Unwillingly she blushed like a school girl. "Thank you, Jane."

Anything else was silenced by the sound of her name.