A/N : So I started writing this fic one way, then took it totally different. I hope you guys enjoy. It will be multi chapter and i will try updating regularly. I'm currently recovering from back surgery, so my activities are pretty limited and I already spend a lot of time on my computer. Enjoy! And as always, review! This chap is a setup of just how things are, then we'll delve into the story.

"You can't possible be telling me that Corey told you all of this gossip in that 2 minute conversation you had by the water cooler,"

" I swear to God," Jane mumbled, moving the noodles around in is chinese take out box.

"You two gossip like girls," Lisbon grinned, leaning back in her chair as she popped a shrimp in her mouth.

"It's my lovely blonde curls,"

Lisbon laughed, shaking her head.

It was a Friday night, Lisbon was staying late to wrap up the paper work on a case they had finished. Mainly paper work accrued by Jane and his latest scheme, so in return Jane offered to buy dinner.

Paperwork aside as soon as he returned with Chinese, he settled on the couch to eat while Lisbon remained at her desk. Conversation drifted from the case, to Lisbon scolding Jane for never listening, and then on to lighter topics.

It was nice just to unwind, relax and enjoy a normal conversation with him. Lisbon sighed softly as the thought passed through her mind, she found herself smiling for no reason at all.

"You ok over there?" Jane asked, noting the wide smile that had spread across her face.

"I'm fine," Lisbon said, shaking herself from her reverie and digging into her food again.

Jane shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. "Whatever, I see all though, just remember that,"

"There's nothing to see, is smiling for no reason a crime?"

"You tell me, you are the officer of the law,"

Lisbon chucked a spare pencil at him, turning back to her computer. "I'm done talking to you now,"

Jane chuckled. Finishing off the last of his dinner, he chucked all the empty containers in the trash then resumed his position on the couch.

An hour later, he woke to soft touch on his shoulder. Unaware that the consistent drum of Lisbon's fingers on the keys had put him in a light sleep. His eyes focused on the soft expression on Lisbon's face.

"I'm done,"

"Right," Jane rose and followed Lisbon out of the office. Pausing next to her as she locked her office door, they continued on, silently, down the hall towards the elevator.

"Any plans for the weekend?" Lisbon asked, as they rode it down to the ground floor.

Jane shrugged his shoulders, his eyes only half open.

"Thanks for staying with me," she offered, trying to get at least a word out of him.

Jane flashed her a sleepy smile as the elevator dinged and they stepped out. "I'll walk you to your car,"

Lisbon looked at him incredulously. "You do know I'M the one that carries the gun, right?"

Jane shrugged his shoulders, again and to Lisbon's annoyance, as he followed her to her car.

"What would this world be like if chivalry died to feminism," he mumbled, peeking a sideways grin at Lisbon. He stuck his elbow, nudging her arm affectionately as she shook her head at his statement. "You drive the work car in?" he questioned as they stopped in front of the ever present green SUV they always drove around town.

"Yeah, I had to drop the mustang off at the shop the other day, I told you. It was making a weird gurgling sound," Lisbon opened the driver door and tossed her briefcase in.

"Oh, right, right," Jane looked down at his feet, glancing around the parking lot as he waited for Lisbon to get settled. Then, to his surprise, he felt her arms snake around his torso under his coat, her lips crushing against his. It took him half a second to respond, one arm going around her waist as the other weaved through her hair to cup the back of her head. He took few steps forward, effectively pinning her between him and the car, his hands traveled to her hips as their tongues battled with each other.

BEEP! BEEP!

Lisbon shook from her stupor at the sound of a car horn honking. Jane had stepped aside as a car came rolling up beside them.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Lisbon heard Jane let out a strangled sigh, as she tried to shake her 30 second fantasy from her head and concentrate on the man in the car. She smiled and walked over to the driver side. Leaning over she dropped a quick kiss on the man's lips. "Hi," she whispered, trying not to let her gaze flick to Jane's.

"Hiya back," the man turned to Jane, "Patrick!"

"Walter," Jane had shoved his hands in his pocket and was looking around uncomfortable, only offering an awkward smile.

"I didn't know you were staying here with Teresa. Let's all go get drinks!" Walter chimed.

"I don't.."

"I'm actually tired," Jane offered as Lisbon shook her head at the suggestion.

"Party poopers," Walter mumbled.

Lisbon rested her hand on Walter's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Alright, let's go. Good seeing Patrick. But seriously, drinks, some time soon!"

Jane nodded. "Night Lisbon, Walter," he called out as he walked off.

Lisbon watched him go for only a moment, her heart dropping slightly as he meandered off into the dark parking lot.

"Your place or mine, babe?"

"Oh, yours. I've got a bag in my car," she said.

Walter tugged on her coat, pulling her down for another kiss.

"I'll follow you," Lisbon said, making her way back to her car. She threw a smile over her shoulder at the man grinning in his 2011 Porsche before climbing into her car. She took a moment and watched as Walter slowly pulled away, before doing a quick take of the parking lot for a sight of Jane. She saw his car, but not him, figuring he probably went back inside to the attic. With a sigh she followed Walter, trying with all of her might to push Jane to the back of her mind.