A/N: Ok, so you should all know where this story came from LOL. This is the sequel to Date Night. Think of it as a movie sequel... some are greater than the original, some are horribly inferior. Personally, I like this one better. I may be the only one lOL. And, no one dies in it (I know, I couldn't believe it either!). Anyway, things you should know... this story did NOT end up like I planned. When you read the second part, whenever that comes out, just keep reminding yourselves of that. I'll have more of an explanation at the end of the next chapter (this is just a 2 shot).

Special thanks to Kathiann who told me this story was good, even though I wasn't going to post it. Thanks :)

I don't own any of these characters. I do own all mistakes. Yay me....

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Date Night Part II: Another Friday

Friday rolled around as it did every week and everyone was busy making plans. Everyone, that is, except Patrick Jane who had promised Grace not four days before that he wouldn't ask her out again or cause her any mischief. She had doubted him, as she should have based on his past choices, but none the less he meant it... mostly.

He was fond of Grace and their two kisses had been the best he'd had since... well in a long while. Those kisses lead to an incredible kiss with Lisbon which only complicated things further. Great.

However, Jane knew that Grace could never be more than a friend. She was too young. Too innocent to be swooned by a conman like himself. He could do it, of course. He knew Grace would gladly go out with him again.. ok, gladly was probably and overstatement. She would reluctantly agree to go out with him again, and they would both have fun. It being their second date, a trip to the bedroom had been promised, not that he'd collect on that.. not from his friend Grace anyway. No matter how much he might want her. That's what he kept telling himself anyway. He had always been a firm believer in the "If you say it enough, it's true." mentality.

Cho had told the team earlier that he had to leave before five. Something he had to take his mother to. Cho was a good boy. Loved his mother. Took care of her, but Jane could tell by the way he'd held his gait all day, he sure wasn't going anywhere with 'Mama'. Looked like even good ole Cho was getting lucky in the women department.

With Cho gone, it was quiet in the bullpen which was strange since one wouldn't have expected Cho to be the big mouth, and he wasn't really, but people tended to talk to Cho more than each other. No one had been having sexual fantasies about Cho... then he knew of. So he became the scapegoat when one needed to talk. He hadn't seemed to mind. It kept him entertained.

At five after five, Jane watched from his couch as Rigsby finally got up enough courage to walk up to Grace's desk and ask her out for the night. Jane was proud that that lug head had finally stepped up and became a man, not that he was much of a man himself, but still. It was nice to see Rigsby have some courage.

Grace on the other hand.... Grace he could have scolded. He watched her (even though she didn't realize it) and saw that she was getting ready to turn him down. Something about a headache, so Jane jumped from his couch, reached into his pocket, and held the contents out to Grace. She sat there dumbfounded. "These are for you, my dear." he said, handing the Tylenol over. "You enjoy your evening with Rigsby tonight." he smiled brightly, slapped Rigsby hard on the arm, and strolled away. "How does he do that?" Grace asked pretty much no one, but she would have guessed it was aimed at Rigsby since he was the one standing there. Rigsby didn't particularly like the way Grace's gaze stayed on the consultant as he walked away. Yes, he was jealous. Who wouldn't be of a man like Patrick Jane? Smooth and confident and handsome... Rigsby's mind began coming up with all sorts of scenarios to woo Grace and make her forget all about loving Patrick Jane.

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The knocking on her door was a welcome break. "Come in." she said, gladly taking her eyes off of the report she'd been trying to work on for the past 45 minutes, but it was Friday, and she was tired and wanted to go home. Her fried brain welcomed any chance for interruption at that moment, unless it was...

"Lisbon--"

Damn.

He strolled in like he owned the place, and she figured that he thought he probably did. He walked over to her desk, eyeing her up and down. "Hmm." he finally said, which strangely made her self-conscious.

"Hmmm.. what?"

He kept looking starting at her hair; lifeless ponytail; her shirt, boring green; her pants, denim like always; shoes, he couldn't see. For a brief second his mind wandered and he pondered if her undergarments were as bland as her outerwear. Bad Patrick. he scolded himself.

"I'm taking you shopping." he said, his eyes finally returning to her hers.

"Are you now?"

"Yes. Come on, paperwork can wait until Monday." He walked over and took her by the hand, which she just as quickly pulled away.

"No, it can't wait. And why do I need new clothes? Aren't mine good enough for you any more?" she said it like a joke, but underneath, she was wondering if maybe she should try to dress up for work more often. Grace always looked so pretty, not that Lisbon was every trying to impress anyone with her outer appearance... still....

"You're clothes are fine.... for work. But not where we're going." He pulled again and successfully she was up and walking toward him.

"Then were are we going."

"Out."

"Out?"

"It's Friday night, and I'm bored."

"Oh, hell, Jane." she nearly stopped in her tracks, remembering the fiasco that happened a few days ago because Jane was bored.

He smiled fondly at her and laughed. "Don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen."

"Famous last words." she sighed, but strangely she wasn't mad. She was happy to have somewhere to go truthfully even if it was with Jane. She retrieved her hand back and went back to her desk to close up her files, put them away, and get her personal things. "So where are we going?"

"Oh, just a little place I know. The Casa Marin."

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"So, Grace, where did you want to go tonight?" Wayne asked, half sitting on her desk. He wanted more than anything for her to forget about her last date with Jane (ew) and focus on him.

Grace thought for a minute. She wanted to go somewhere nice. Somewhere she could forget about Jane and his lips.... No, that was wrong thinking. She needed to go somewhere where she could say "Screw you, Jane." in the figurative speaking of course. She needed to show herself and Rigsby that there was nothing between she and the consultant. And, if she was honest with herself, she would know that she wanted to go and prove that she was a much more fun date than that Jackie woman had been. So, it was an obvious choice. "The Casa Marin." she grinned before getting up from her seat and walking away.

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