Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed these characters for a little while.


Leaving Hopper Studio after Lanie Banks had beaten him at his own game and returned with a vanilla ice cream, Patrick Jane was peckish for an icy treat himself. With Lisbon marching on full steam ahead oblivious, thinking aloud and admonishing him in turn, he headed for the small cart nearby selling his current desire.

Agent Teresa Lisbon realised the consultant's absence and turned swiftly on her heel. She arrived at the perfect time as Jane was handed his own vanilla cone and made a show of patting down his pockets for money.

The blonde haired man turned to Lisbon the second she joined them with a "Jane!" by smiling widely.

"Not this time," Lisbon said seriously in reply to his unspoken request, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she took a physical step back.

Jane pouted in an exaggerated manner, pining after the cone in his hand with longing looks.

"Oh for heaven's sake," said Lisbon, giving in as she pulled free some notes for the vendor and Jane grinned widely. "Keep the change," he suggested, tugging on Lisbon's arm before she could object.

"You've got to start carrying around money of your own," she said in an attempt to be stern as she pocketed her wallet. "And stop giving away mine."

"Want some?" he countered, ignoring her indignation as he offered the cone.

"No!" she scoffed quickly as she reached for the car keys.

"Suit yourself," shrugged Jane as he took another lick.

"You're such a child," she commented as they each took their seat.

"And you're such a spoil sport," he shot back, strapping on his seatbelt single-handedly with very little difficulty, keeping his cone balanced.

The ice cream lost its own balance though when Lisbon reached over, grasped Jane's wrist and angled his hand to take a lick of the treat. After taking a short second to recover, Jane had a huge on his face when the agent settled back in her own chair, a flushed look on her face.

"I have no idea why I just did that," Lisbon muttered as she gripped the steering wheel, licking the last of the ice cream from her lips.

"Oh, but I think you do," he smirked, licking up a melting drop of ice cream as the brunette woman started the car.

He had much else to say about her form of retaliation, but he was otherwise sidetracked keeping hold on the ice cream as Lisbon took that exact moment to put her foot to the pedal and speed off.

His suit was at risk here!


Finito.