AN: So, while I'm researching every thing I can to continue with "Imagine If", I'll leave you guys with this one. Written for Jello-Forever November Challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the series nor the characters, but I own Lisbon's Diary. And every single mistake you can find here.
Fic: Love, Truth, Lies And Everything In Between
Prompt: Truth and Lies
Pairing: Jane/Lisbon
Chapter One: Everything I Love About Patrick Jane
R&R =D

Lisbon's POV, ofc.

Dear Diary,

I'm pretty sure you're fed up with my ramblings about Jane by now, but I promise this is the last time (I know I wrote it yesterday, but this time's for real) you'll have to bear with my writing.

By now, 247 pages of yours already know that Jane - Patrick - is the only thing crossing my mind since the past few weeks, and while 247 (and a quarter) pages filled with his name it still doesn't seem enough for me, and I'm sorry Diary, it's just... Heck, it's difficult for me to admit what I'm feeling for him. Even so, when I don't know the answer to that. It irks me - am I really starting to talk and act like him? - and it messes up with my mind, that's the reason I confide in you, because I trust you to not open yourself to anyone else (especially Jane).

I keep denying the fact that I maybe, maybe, may have fallen for Patrick Jane already, and I think it's time I start to tell the truth (you know I can't lie to you). Are you ready? Here we go.

I love the origami frog he gave me (and I still have it, not that I'll tell him that anyways).

I love when he enters my office without knocking.

I love the attention he gives me every single day.

I love seeing him smile.

I love looking into his eyes (wonder what shade they take when he's turned on... Oh. My. God. Teresa, you're evil. Bad girl).

I love it when he (pretends to) read me like an open book.

I love it when he points out I'm blushing (only because he's the only one capable of making me blush. He's my blush-maker, my blushing expert. I wonder if he was a make-up artist in a past life. All those blushes).

I love it when he doesn't undermine me (because he challenges me).

I love it when he makes all those tricks (cards, coins, whatever. I'd love to know what else he has in his pockets. My, my, put your own pages' mind in the gutter, right Diary?).

I love it when he brings me food from Marie's.

I love he's capability to amaze me (in a good or bad way, but he still amazes me).

I love it when he let's himself show, when's he's just Patrick Jane, not boy-wonder, not an ex-fraud psychic, just the man I eventually fe... Hang on. Rambling moment is over.

I love the way he smiles [the way he really smiled when he gave me the pony as the birthday gift] (I really felt special, don't know why).

I love the way he worries about me.

I love the way he makes me talk about my personal life (even though it annoys me).

I love the way he tries to make me believe in the lies he tells me.

I love the way he lets me take care of him when someone punches him.

I love the way he's vile about his tea.

I love the way he likes to be in control.

I love the way he can prove us all wrong.

I love everything about him, even though there are a lot of things I hate about him too, but that can wait until tomorrow.

Now, it's time to go home.

PS: I love it when he waits for me (maybe it's because he's coming to my very own office, to send me off).

Signed:

T.L.