She couldn't believe it. Why did the awful things always happen to her?! What had she done wrong, that the universe or god punished her with this cruelty? She thought of herself as a good human being.
Believed in god, went to church once in a while and she prayed to god when she needed it, but that wasn't all. Her job also only screamed "good person" from millions of miles away.

And what had happened now again? She was in a bad situation.
The situation got even worse because she wasn't alone.
Any other person would've been better to be stuck with, would've been better to ignore some uncertain vibes against that one person, but no, she had to be punished and it had worked out nice again. Her mood had
dropped the moment the elevator had stopped moving.

If there would've been an open door to get out everything would've been fine, she would've gotten out and gone to her office and would have been going home a few hours later. But there was no open door.
Just the closed little room, with the golden inside and her tired looking consultant leaning in the one corner, a small smile on his lips when he saw her getting angry again. Sometimes, she just wanted to slap him to wipe away that smile of his, but she managed to stay calm every single time.

"I guess we're stuck" he told her, amused at how excited she was.
"Teresa please calm down. It's not that bad! You could've been in that situation with anyone! Aren't you happy that it is me who will entertain you for the next few hours?" She hated it when he tried to make fun of her, especially when she was angry!

"Jane, stop it! Doesn't this damn thing have an emergency button?!"
"Ahm Lisbon..." he just pointed to the red-taped button above all the other number buttons.
That couldn't be true could it? Why in the world would that happen to her? There was one more thing that made it even worse. She didn't want to think about it, because if she did she would've started to think about her feelings again, and that was something she never liked to think about. When she listened to her heart and her feelings concerning love, she found chaos. Pure chaos and nothing else. She just wanted them to be all sorted out and clear for her, but they just weren't. They ghosted around her head every time she was alone and had nothing to do, or when she was doing her paperwork, because her thoughts drifted away often when she did that. Then she tortured herself with these complicated topics of her practically non existent love life, which was a pity when she thought about how badly she wanted a man.

"Lisbon there is no chance of getting out here before tomorrow morning, it's all ready 11pm..." Jane had torn her out of her thoughts within seconds.
"No no no, why is this happening?" she asked, not really addressing anyone.
Jane let out a little chuckle as he watched his partner sliding down the backside of the elevator.

"Now come on Lisbon it's not that horrible..." he said and stepped next to where she was sitting and sat down, his head turned towards her and tilted back a little, leaning against the wall.
"So while we're stuck here for a while, would you like to play a little game with me?" Lisbon sighed. It couldn't get that bad, she thought, as she saw the familiar glittering in his eyes which had procrastinated trouble so many times before. Somehow she liked that look and somehow she hated it at the same time.

Janes POV

It really had been bad luck that they were stuck in that thing, because it really could've happened to anyone else than them.
He was playing to be comfortable; didn't let his mask slip, his smile, which wasn't really a fake one since Red John had been put away.
But it felt a little bit awkward to be stuck here, with her.

It was even more awkward when he thought about what had happened last night.
There had really been some weird moments that had happened then.
Jane had knocked at the door of her apartment around 2am, because he had had a bad nightmare again.
He didn't know where they came from! He didn't know why he had them!

It was always the same dream.

He was running through a dark street and there was a man chasing him.
When he reached the point where he wanted to be then, there was a body lying there with a Red John smiley over the homicide.

It was always the same person.

Always Lisbon.

It had been pretty bad last night so he went to her apartment to see if she was okay. He didn't really have an explanation for her so that had been really weird. He had just been standing there in front of her door looking at her, so damn happy that she was fine...

But his Lisbon had just let him in, given him a blanket and had pointed to the couch before she went upstairs to her bedroom again, her naked feet gently slapping the wooden stairs.
He had a good sleep but she had woken him up early to tell him they had to go to work. Her hair had been messy and she had told him where to find some tea and that she had a spare toothbrush in her bathroom he could use.

The present case was challenging but not too hard to solve he thought.
When he stretched his back he noticed where he was and that Lisbon had thought about his question about quite a long time now so he decided to ask her again.

"Lisbon? What is it with the game now?"
He heard that she let out a sigh and smiled in secret because of what he had planned.

"Okay Jane, I'm bored, so okay. What do I have to do?" she said, annoyed and Jane explained the easy game.
Everyone had to tell a story and plant some things in there which weren't true and the other one had to guess which was wrong. He had played that pretty often with another young boy at the carnival and
they'd always had a great time doing it.

"I start... So when I was younger there were many girls attracted to me..."

"That's wrong Jane! I can tell!"

"Slow down Lisbon the story hasn't even started yet! So there were many girls attracted to me and I had this typical boy attitude concerning girls so I didn't really do anything. But there was this one girl, Leah I think, who brought me a huge bouquet of flowers every Sunday. She lay it on the stairs of my father's and my trailer and once I was too tired to get the flowers away before my dad saw them, so when he came home, a little drunk in the evening, he stumbled over the flowers and said the worst swear word ever... Okay so Lisbon,what was wrong?"

She looked at him as if she was about to solve world's greatest mystery.
"Hmmm... It wasn't a huge bouquet right?" Her eyes looked curiously at him, those big green eyes. He couldn't believe it! She'd found out!
He instantly had to smile.
"Lisbon, you're getting good at the observing thing in your old days! Nice! Actually she brought me a little red rose every Sunday and my dad stepped on it and got a thorn into his foot...and then he swore..."
She chuckled and smiled at him while she thought about her own story.
She couldn't really find one, so she took the first one which came to her mind, not really thinking about it.

"Okay Jane... So...hmmm...One time when I was sitting in my office at night doing the paperwork you made me fill in, when suddenly there was some guy walking into the office who had a big package with him. He brought It to me and said it was for me. So I just took it and opened it. And inside there was nothing but a little piece of paper with Cho's
name on it and it said if he had a girlfriend... and...why...I wasn't his girlfriend...Okay Jane, now it's your turn..."

He looked at her, uncertain what he should say.
Either he didn't correct the name or he did. He knew that it wasn't Cho's name which was written on the letter, because she looked away when she said that, and that made him even more certain that it had been his name.

He knew also because he had seen the letter when he had gone through her drawer once, looking for some scissors. What should he tell her? He was way too ashamed to admit it, so he said:

"Ugh Lisbon that was way too easy! You certainly didn't get a huge package! I bet it was only a letter, right?"

She looked at him, knowing that it was not the only wrong part, now regretting that she'd picked this story, but she'd never wanted him to guess the other thing anyway so she looked to the side and murmured her approvement. "Jane this game is stupid and I'm tired...Let's sleep, okay?"

He knew that she thought that they wouldn't be saved before the next day and he thought the same, because normally Lisbon was one of the last people to leave the building.
Nobody had been waiting for them and no-one was waiting for them at home, so they weren't missed by anyone.
Of course they'd tried to call help and tried to use the phone, but like in any elevator there was no available network.

So they had dealt with it.

Lisbon's eyes were closed by now and her head was leaned against the wall.
She looked so beautiful that he couldn't get himself to look away and he suddenly knew what this feeling was, that he had had for quite a time now, every time she had looked at him.

It had started to prickle in his stomach and he had a feeling, he hadn't felt in a long time now. He knew it now. He knew what he was feeling, finally! I was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

It was love, but what should he do now that he knew?