It was late one night when Lisbon finally plucked the courage to ask that question; they were curled up together on her couch, and she was about to fall asleep with her head rested on his shoulder.
"When did you realize you were in love with me?"
Jane tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm not sure. It was probably when you were shot by O'Laughlin."
"Really?"
"I think I fell for you far before though; right from the moment you tried to save me by asking for my help on a case."
She couldn't help but smile.