Yup! It's another fluffy expansion on one of my music drabbles! I've decided to try and keep a second story going so I don't get bogged down in the crossover. I'll say in advance that this will have multiple chapters, but your input will be greatly appreciated! I'd love to hear everyone's ideas on what Jane could do that would make Lisbon absolutely furious! I apologize for the extremely short chapter! The next ones should be longer =) Oh! This one's inspired by One Week by Barenaked Ladies.

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Monday

He loved making her angry. Something in her would change making her eyes glitter as she stormed towards him. She radiated energy in those moments proving that she was no shirking violet. It made him feel alive again. The other agents tended to avoid her like the plague whenever she was in one of her moods. Granted, they tended to avoid him as well because it was common knowledge that Patrick Jane would be in her warpath.

He made it a point to try and get a reaction out of her every day and once a week something big would happen that would. Lately, he was wondering if he was losing his charm. She seemed to be getting used to the unexpectedness of his surprises. Last week she had just glared and returned to her office. It ruined the fun of the whole situation. He would have to up the ante.

Fun. That's what he classified his missions as. He denied any reason of attraction for his extra attention. Their relationship was strictly platonic. He ignored the fact that he was the only one that could push her to the edge, and ignored the fact that their personal boundaries were disappearing. She was just more at ease in his company now, he told himself. That was all.

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Teresa Lisbon was fuming. Scratch that, she was furious. She was so tired of being played by that infuriating man, but this time he had gone too far. She had locked her door for once and occasionally she could see a bright blue eye peeking through the slit in the blinds. She couldn't even get a moment's peace. He was like a damn two year old!

God, she was so embarrassed. Hopefully news of Jane's latest escapade wouldn't reach Minelli's ears while he was on vacation, but she knew that was wishful thinking. She turned when she heard her doorknob rattling. Of course the idiot would pick the lock. He must have a death wish. With a frown, she turned back to her computer and suppressed the childish instinct to block the door somehow. Nope. She'd be the bigger person.

She heard the door creak open slowly, and refused to turn around as she heard someone shuffle forward. She refused to give into his boyish charm. He was not getting out of it easily this time. She stiffened when she felt a hand lightly brush her shoulder. She turned to face him with a glare.

"Lisbon?" he asked almost timidly.

"What?" she snapped.

He recoiled back from her slightly knowing that this one may have been too much. He silently watched as she turned back to her computer when her e-mail notification went off. She stiffened even more before whirling around and grabbing various folders from her desk and stuffing them into her bag. She was shaking as anger radiated off her. He gulped.

"I was an ass," he said quietly and watched as her eyes narrowed.

"I've been suspended, Jane, and you can't even say you're sorry? I'm such an idiot. You get to explain this one to the others. I'll be back in a week." He ignored the obvious dismissal and tried to look her in the eye.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm angry, Jane," she growled as she stormed out of the building.