This is my first fanfic and I must warn you my spelling and grammar is terrible. I don't know if this is any good but reviews are very welcome good or bad. See what you think.

I own nothing although the woman Patrick meets is of my design…

Time seemed to slow down, as the bullet came towards her, not just to her but to Patrick as well who was standing at the other end of the dimly lit corridor. Their lives were finial happy and now it was all going to be taken away.

18 month earlier...

It was a beautiful sunny day, things were slow in the office so Patrick Jane had taken a break from lying on his couch and was enjoying the morning sun shine whilst sitting on a bench down the street not far from the CBI headquarters.
He had been sitting there for a few minutes with his eyes closed, enjoy the warmth of the sun's rays on his face and listening to the sound of the lively street. When he open his eyes there was a young woman sitting on the other end of the bench.
"It's a lovely morning" She commented, after a few moments.
"Yes. I love to see the blue sky" Jane noticed. She was a very attractive woman, but he was finding it difficult to read her, most people were like books to him the small little details, that most people can't see, were like a language to him but she was like a book that had been left out in the rain and that puzzled him he always could pick up on the little thinks that told him about the person, well almost always.
"I love the blues sky so fresh and clean, it always seems to make your day better." She commented with a distant look in her eyes. The only thing he could tell was that the way she talked and looked at her surroundings wasn't like most people look at them it was like she wasn't feeling the sun on her face but like she was recalling the sensation from a memory instead.
Then as quickly as she had appeared she had gone, she had got up and quickly disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the busy street. And Jane kicked himself, he had spent too much time concentrating on the detail and now couldn't even remember the colour of her eye. This was an interesting woman and he wanted to know more.
This encounter was strange to her to, it was the closest thing to a normal conversation she had had in 2 months. She had enjoyed this glimmer of normality, although she longed not just to remember what blue sky felt like but to feel in again instead of the numb sense of pain and despair she had felt for so long now. She was also intrigued by the way this man had held himself, the way his intense green eyes had studied her and the way he look at his world. But she couldn't dwell on these thoughts, she had a goal and that was all she lived for now. She had seen what she needed to and now she had to go.

2 days later

The team now had a case, the murder of a young woman. She had been messily stabbed and drugs were found in her apartment. Lisbon and Jane were about to go in to a coffee shop for refreshment, when that same woman Jane had encountered on the bench court his eye a little way down the street. He intently left Lisbon side and when to learn more about this lady that was standing next to a doorway causally studying her phone.
He stopped bolting towards her and approached her in a less startling walk. She was shock to see him again but he had brought unwanted attention to her and the person she had come to watch would be walking past hear any moment.
"Hi," he said.
But then the man who she had to avoid being noticed by just walked round the corner of the street. So she did the only thing she could think of, however crazy it might be.
She grabbed Jane by the collar pulled him into the shad of the door way and started to kiss him. What as she doing?
Jane rather shocked by this very unexpected jester just stud there and let himself be kissed, very well he notice for what he thought must of been a minute or so, then when she was shore that the man was far enough away not to notice this her, she let him go. And strolled off leaving Jane rather started standing on the pavement, whilst the intriguing brown hair, woman walk off down the street asking herself why the heck she had pick such a stupid method of keeping herself hidden. In the time they had been so closely together Patrick had got a chance to study her.
She had shoulder length wavy chocolaty brown hair. Her eyes were sapphire blue deep, clear, luminous, shining medallions of intoxicating blue that seemed to lock you in their view but the deeper he look the more pain he could see in them anger and grief. She was not tall but not short a couple of inches less than him maybe 5' 6".But she had a strong air about her powerful but a little lost he thought like she could of be fighting some strong emotion and it was taking concentration to control but he couldn't work out what was coursing her to show such subtle but deep emotions. He assumed that sometime had happen in her past that most of been painful and the inquisitive part of him longed to know more. She could tell he was charismatic if not a little arrogant from the way he held himself against her but it feel like he was uncertain, like he hadn't been so close to a woman in so long although she wasn't shore. It was like he was wearing a mask to hide something painful deep down. And he had the softest blond curly hair that her finger slipped throw as their lips pressed together and she had to admit to herself that it felt good to have another human being so close to her body again.

Lisbon had by this time made it to were Jane was standing feeling rather confused at witnessing a woman she definitely didn't recognise kiss on the lips Jane the man that hadn't even looked at another woman in that way since his beloved wife had been so tragically taken from him.
"Who was that?" She question very bluntly.
Confusedly he replied "I don't know" with a totally bewilder look on his face.
"Ow! So you just darted down the street to be passionately kissed by a woman you don't know."
With a look of slight confused on his face he ashore her "Yes. I promise you i have only ever seen her for 2 minutes sitting on a bench before. She just kissed me." Lisbon was shore he was lying, he always lied, this was so typical of Jane not telling her but was it really her business. But just then Lisbon's Phone rang and new information on the case had been found so they were going to have to go, without the coffee she was dying for.