It was early one morning and the bullpen was empty. Lisbon had just stepped into her office and was on her way to the kitchenette for her coffee. Her mind was still hazy from the lack of sleep because of the current case.
So deep in thought, Lisbon didn't notice that the office wasn't empty. Just as she was rounding a corner, Lisbon literally bounced off someone heading the other way. Caught off guard, Lisbon let out a chocked cry and back paddled but not fast enough to prevent a fall.
Suddenly, an arm snaked round her waist to steady her and stop her downward decent. Lisbon instinctively reached out a hand to grab the closest thing, which happened to be person she had bumped into. A second later, she was staring right into the blue eyes of Patrick Jane. Their gaze locked and for a moment, time stood still. Their faces were inches apart and Lisbon felt her heart rate accelerate; the pounding beat was deafening.
Lisbon held her breath as all reason seemed to flee her mind. Being this close, Lisbon detected a faint musky scent which had to be from Jane's aftershave. Jane's breath was warm against her skin. If she just tilted her head back a little, stretch to her full height, she was sure her lips would have landed up against his.
In the next instant, Jane blinked and shifted his gaze from Lisbon. The moment was gone. They broke apart with Jane mumbling an apology and Lisbon trying to catch her breath. The blood rush had left Lisbon dizzy and a little disorientated. Jane retreated to his couch without another word or a look back.
Lisbon tilted her head down, trying to conceal the flush rising up to her cheeks, watching Jane through the cascade of her fringe. Lisbon glanced down at her hand and was amazed she had managed to keep a grip on her cup; the knuckles were white from clutching the handle.
Breathing hard, Lisbon slowly made her way to the coffee machine and placed her cup on the counter. She leaned against the counter as she tried to steady herself and lifted the coffee pot. It was empty and her hand was trembling.
Lisbon was already as awake as she would be if she had been on a workout. Maybe she doesn't need the caffeine in her system just yet.
[I know! No kissing between Lisbon and Jane for me. Jane wouldn't be Jane if he isn't tortured and torn. Since this is written from Lisbon's POV, I do wonder what's going on in Jane's mind! Sorry, Jisbon fans. Just to make things clear, I'm not for or against their relationship.
If I were to run right smack into tall-dark-and-handsome like that, I would be swooning. Too bad this has never happened for me.]