Hey guys! God, I don't even know how to cope anymore. So many Jisbon feels everywhere and I just can't stop thinking about how beautiful the season finale was and how perfect Jane and Lisbon are together and that they're actually canon now. I still can't believe it. It's been over a week now and I'm still totally distracted by it, it's ridiculous. To express my feeling I just HAD to start a new story and it's probably going to be a longer one to fill the hiatus a bit. It's setting in right after THE KISS.

I apologize for any mistakes, but I hope you'll forgive me since I'm not a native speaker. I'll see if I can find a beta reader for the next chapters :)

Disclaimer: Unfortunatly I don't own anything except my words.

Lisbon smiled when Jane pulled back a bit. She looked him in the eyes, gaze filled with happiness and longing. He smiled back at her, eyes switching between her eyes and her lips.

He loved her. It was still hard to fathom the enormity of that truth. Her fingertips were still touching his cheek and she felt his on her chin. They were so close. His heart was racing just as fast as hers. They'd waited so long for this. Years and years of suppressed feelings were suddenly ready to be expressed by actions.

„Do it again." she whispered, once again crinkling her nose in that cute and funny way, like she always did. Overwhelmed by all the feelings she caused him he leaned forward to let their lips touch again, this time a bit more passionate. He leaned forward as far as he could, now burying the second hand in her hair at the back of her head. Jane could feel her tongue brushing over his lower lip and he smiled into their kiss, parting his lips slightly to let her in. When they broke apart again, both with a smile on their lips, Teresa needed some time to recover. Her cheeks were flushed and she wanted to giggle like a school girl, because she felt so ridiculously happy. This was new and it was good, even though a bit weird. She would need some time getting used to their new situation, that was for sure.

She could still hear his voice in her head, how he'd spoken out the truth and only the truth for her, with a cracked voice in front of an airplane full of people.

„There you are!" startled by the way too familiar voice she looked up, just to find him approaching her with an almost desperate look on his face. Still angry at him, she shut down immediately and put up a facade. How did he even manage to get in here?, she thought. He'd probably broken more than one law to get to her. But that was typical and didn't surprise her in any way.

„What are you doing here?" she asked, already expecting another selfish speech from him why she shouldn't go to DC.

„There's something I need to say." Yeah, of course he did. Probably that she'd be so bored without him and that he wanted her to stay for whatever selfish reason.

„I don't wanna see you. Go away." She was so angry at him for all sorts of reasons. She didn't want to hear it again. She was sick of his games and lies. But he stayed, of course he did, and continued his speech.

„You're right. I… I have forgotten how to act like a normal human being and I play games, I lie, and I trick people to avoid the truth of how I feel."

His voice sounded cracked and he had tears in his eyes. It only took her half a sentence to realize that this wasn't one of his selfish little speeches. This was real. He was serious. And it wrecked her. The sound of his voice, the truth in his words. She looked up to him, her own eyes now filled with tears and anticipation.

„And the idea of letting anyone close to me is… is terrifying for obvious reasons."

Her anger was gone then, instead there was fear and sadness… and confusion. Where did this suddenly come from? Where was he going? What did he want to say?

„The truth, Teresa, is that I can't imagine waking up knowing that I won't see you."

He was crying. He really was crying. And so was she. Her stomach felt like a tight knot, mixed with a nervous, fluttering feeling and some sickness.

„The truth is… I love you."

Teresa swallowed and looked away, unable to think properly, tears spilling down her cheeks.

„Whoo, you can't imagine how good that feels to say it out loud, but it scares me and it is the truth. It is the truth of what I feel."

Was this another attempt to make her stay? By telling her what he believed she wanted to hear? She'd never seen him like that before. He was actually crying and part of her knew that he was sincere. But he'd betrayed and tricked her so many times, how was she supposed to believe him just like that? So she followed her first intuition and said: „It's too late, Jane. It's too late."

It was what he said next that surprised her even more than his previous declaration.

„Maybe. Maybe. And I understand, that's okay. I needed to get to this and you deserve to hear it."

He was willing to let her go. He hadn't told her because he wanted to make her stay. He'd told her because he needed to get it out of his system, because it needed to be said. Because it was the truth. And she knew how hard it must have been for him. She knew him so well, knew his fears and scars. That was probably the reason why it took him so long. And now, faced with the prospect of losing her, he'd found the courage to unburden himself to her. To show her that he was ready to love again. He probably hadn't even known himself before. Realization came with her leaving.

TSA agents were approaching him then and he raised his hands in surrender.

„I love you, Teresa." he said again, while they hauled him off. „And it makes me happy to be able to say that to you."

She couldn't help sobbing. He'd revealed himself completely to her, just like that. And she knew him well enough to be able to tell that he wasn't joking or lying this time.

„I love her! That woman in 12B, I love her! You take care of her!"

He practically shouted through the whole airplane and Teresa didn't know if she wanted to laugh, to cry or to scream, so she just kept crying.

„I'm sorry, that was embarrassing." she said when he was gone, feeling the whole plane staring at her.

„Shush, honey. Every woman on this plane is green with envy." The older woman next to her gave her an encouraging smile, but Lisbon still wanted to hide somewhere and never come out again.

It took her exactly three minutes to realize that she needed to get off that plane. The first minute was filled with embarrassment and some kind of shock state. In the second minute, realization of what'd just happened sunk in and during the third, the insuperable urge to go after him, to comfort him and to save him was slowly setting in her mind. It was what she'd always done. Saving him. Why? Because she'd always seen more in him than others did. She'd seen the whole of him and she knew him so well. He made her laugh and he made her cry, but all the pain was worth it, because she loved him. And he loved her. It'd taken them 12 years to come to this point and she knew she couldn't let him go now just like that.

So she stood up with a sudden move, grabbed her bag from the rack and rushed towards the exit.

Someone started clapping and the whole plane joined in. Someone even wished her good luck. They'd certainly have something to tell their friends and families.

The stewardess was a bit annoyed and confused by another person disturbing the process of departure, but Lisbon didn't care. She needed to talk to Jane.

„I love you." he said again, his face still so close to hers that their noses were almost touching. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, relishing the moment.

„I love you, too." she said then, looking up to him. He smiled, pupils dilated. She knew he wanted to kiss her again and she really wanted him to, but before he could do anything she recognized Abbott staring at them through the window, along with a TSA officer. Lisbon blushed and pushed Jane a bit away from her.

„We're being watched."

Jane sighed and turned around to wave Abbott with a big grin on his lips.

The man just shook his head with an amused expression on his face before he turned to step into the holding cell.

„You can't do anything without getting yourself into trouble, can you?" he asked with a sigh before looking at Lisbon „At least it was worth it."

„Oh, it was the best reason to break a law I ever had." Jane said with a smile.

„Anyway. I assume you'll be staying in Austin then, Agent Lisbon?"

„I will." she nodded, unable to wipe the smile away from her face.

„Well, that's good to hear. We're glad to be able to keep you. Especially Jane, I assume." Abbott grinned knowingly.

„I'm not just glad, I'm the happiest man in the world."

Without warning, Jane wrapped his arms around Lisbon, lifted her up a bit and spun her around the small holding cell. Lisbon squeaked and giggled and cursed and it was all worth it.

„Oh my god, Jane!" she laughed „You're such an idiot."

„I know I am. But you love me anyway." He let her down again, a bit breathless and Lisbon blushed, a bit embarrassed my his behavior in front of Abbott. She was more of a private woman after all.

„Yeah, maybe I should reconsider that again."

„Don't you dare." Jane kissed her on the cheek, expression full of joy.

„Yeeeah, you obviously need some time before coming back to work. Say three weeks? Until then you'll hopefully have yourselves under control again."

„I'm not sure he ever had himself under control." Lisbon said, grinning.

„Fair enough." Abbott sighed again, obviously amused. „I made some calls and you won't have to go to jail and you're still allowed to fly, but only because I promised them that you won't pull off a stunt like that ever again and that I'll have an eye on you."

„Well, at least I have no regrets. Thank you… and oh!" Jane pulled her car keys out of his pocket. „Here are your keys. Thank you for lending them to me."

„Always, if it's for a greater sake. And now shoo! Out with you two!"

When Jane and Lisbon stepped out of the airport into the fresh morning air they were both a bit stunned by how free and relieved they suddenly felt. Jane looked at her, as she was looking around for a cab and he couldn't help but smile again.

He loved her so much. She was his savior, his angry little princess.

He felt freer than he had in a long time, relieved, because he'd unburdened himself to her. Because he'd finally managed to admit what he was truly feeling. To accept, that he'd fallen in love again and that it was okay. He'd expected to feel guilty, but he didn't. Instead he felt utterly happy, for the first time in many years.

„Back to the Blue Bird lodge?" he asked, when they were about to get into one of the waiting cabs.

„Yeah, I'm tired, I'm starving and I could really need a shower. We're still checked in, right?"

„Yes. My stuff's still there anyway. Although we'll both have to take your room, because mine might be a crime scene."

Lisbon got into the cab, shaking her head in disbelieve. Jane followed her and seconds later the cab pulled out of the parking lot.

„What the hell, Jane? I can't leave you alone for two hours, can I? What happened?"

„Uh, I solved the case."

„You solved the cold case you dug out in order to somehow convince me to stay?"

„Uh, yes. I did."

Teresa shook her head. „You're unbelievable, you know that, right?"

„As if that is news to you."

„Well, you never cease to amaze me."

„I hope so. Because you never cease to amaze me either." They changed a smile.

„So you knew you were gonna solve the case along the way?"

„Sure. Why would I want to let that opportunity slip? That poor woman deserved justice and she got it."

Jane grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. They were both silent for a while, staring out of the window and each lost in their thoughts.

Lisbon had a hard time realizing what was happening and that she really was where she was right now. She was supposed to be in DC now, but instead she'd run after the idiot she'd fallen unconditionally in love with. The man who was driving her crazy in every way possible. The man she truly loved and who actually seemed to love her back. The one she'd known for 12 years. The most important person in her life. She looked down on their intertwined fingers, feeling his hand touching hers. And in that moment she knew she didn't want to be anywhere else. She belonged to him. She was so supposed to be where he was, because even if it didn't look like it, she needed him just as much as he needed her.

12 years were a long time and she'd slowly become fond of him over the years. She still remembered the first day she met him like it hadn't been over a decade ago. Jane had been in a horrible place back then. He'd been a messed up man, who had lost his beloved wife and child to a psychopathic serial killer and who was filled up with guilt and grief. Teresa had of course heard of him before. With every case came the mourning relatives of the victims and according to what she'd heard, Patrick Jane had been one of those who couldn't cope well with their loss. She had known his case inside out and she could only imagine how horrible it was for him.

Nonetheless she hadn't been all that happy when Minelli had sent him with her to a murder scene, because he'd given her a weird feeling and would probably cause more work. She had known her day would be twice as stressful with him following her around. But order was order and so she'd taken him with her on their first case. Just like she'd predicted, Jane caused her trouble throughout the case with his unrestrained tongue and his psychic skills - even though he stated that there was no such thing as psychics. He'd done that more than once over the following years.

She'd found him more than annoying that first day and as miserable as he'd been, he'd still been a smart ass.

Overall, he'd reminded her a bit of her father. He was desperate and miserable and obsessed with the thought of taking vengeance. But she knew that such an obsession wasn't good and that it would destroy him one day and that he needed to move on, to try and built up a new life. And that's what she told him, even though she knew he wouldn't listen to her. She couldn't know back then than it would take him 12 years to finally make that step and that it'd be with her. She'd probably have laughed her ass off at the thought.

Kind as she was, she'd given him another chance and invited him to the office for the next day, even though she hadn't known if she really meant it.

„Clean yourself up, you're a mess." she'd said and Jane had actually listened to her. That'd been the point when she realized she'd probably have to put up with him for longer than one other day. This messed up man, with his „homeless vibe" and his slightly weird and arrogant attitude - never would she have thought that he'd become such an important part of her life.

After a while Jane had become a permanent member of the team and she couldn't help being amazed every time he solved a case. At the same time she'd been annoyed about all the trouble and work he caused her, but she'd still thought it was worth it. At least they'd gotten to catch the bad guys because of him.

She'd actually grown to like him and even care about him after working with him for a full year. She couldn't deny how useful he was to the team, but aside of that she cared about him as a person, even though she'd never have admitted it back then. She'd been very good in putting up a cold facade by calling him names or telling him to screw himself. Their daily banter had been light, even flirty sometimes.

They'd gone through good and bad times together, even through life threatening situations, through disappointment and success. She couldn't tell at what point exactly she'd fallen in love with him. It'd been a slow process, a development over many years.

Jane's thoughts were circling around the same thing when he stared out of the window, her hand in his. Just as her he couldn't tell when it happened, but he knew when he'd first realized it. It'd been when Red John had taken her. He'd had a feeling before, knew that she meant a great deal to him, but he needed the threat of losing her to actually realize it. He hadn't been ready though. Even after he'd killed Red John, he'd been too scared to acknowledge it or to even act on it. Again he'd needed the threat of losing her to bring up the courage to reveal himself. That was a big step for him, a huge one. But if he was able to move on with anyone, then it was her.

Nobody could ever understand him like she did. Nobody could ever be able to understand his pain and to accept his past. He'd been a mess and an asshole and he still had his moments when he hit rock bottom. He'd killed people. Who could ever understand or even accept that? She knew him. She knew the worst sides of him and still loved him. He had no idea how he deserved her, but she was there and he didn't plan on ever letting her go again.

The time passed quickly and they soon arrived at the Lodge. As Jane had predicted, his room was locked with yellow crime scene tape and Teresa just shook her head at it.

„Please tell me nobody died."

„No. A few flesh wounds caused by gunshots, but everyone's going to be fine."

Teresa slapped him on the upper arm, before opening the door to her room.

„Outch. What was that for?"

„Because you always put yourself in the most dangerous situations, once I turn my eyes away from you."

„Meh, the most dangerous thing I did last night was climbing over that fence for you."

„I wasn't even aware you were able to do such a thing. Where did you hide that athletic side?"

„Well, I didn't know I was able to either. I just tried because I had to. Didn't go so well…" he looked down on his foot „..but least I managed to get to you."

Teresa smiled at that. „Yeah. I'm glad you did."

„Me too."

She put her bag down on the bed and yawned. She hadn't slept in over 24 hours and was therefore more than exhausted.

„I'll just go and take a shower." she said and grabbed her toilet bag. Jane nodded and pulled off his shoes and his jacket to make himself comfortable on the bed, while Lisbon disappeared into the bathroom.

The hot water felt good on her skin. It eased her tense muscles and helped her relaxing a bit. She'd had a rough day and an even rougher night and couldn't wait to finally find some sleep. Lost in thoughts she touched her wet lips and smiled a little to herself.

„The truth is… I love you." - „Good. Because I feel the same way."

After 12 years of knowing him, she'd finally kissed Patrick Jane. And she'd enjoyed it. More than that, it'd made her happy, probably happier than she'd ever been. The truth was, she'd never loved anyone in her life like she loved him. She'd been engaged to Greg when she'd only been 19 and after him she'd had a few boyfriends now and then, but none of them had ever touched her like Jane did. Her feelings for him went deeper than for anyone else. It wasn't easy with him and it would probably never be, but that had never stopped her from being there for him when he needed her and it had never scared her away.

Of course he'd hurt her a lot over the years too, but she understood why he did it and she was a strong woman. She could deal with it. Also she was certain that he wouldn't hurt her again. Now that he'd revealed what he truly felt, she doubted he would risk losing her again in any way.

Ten minutes later, when she stepped out of the bathroom dressed in her favorite football shirt she felt much better. The shower had done wonders to her.

Jane was lying on the bed, eyes closed, breathing slowly and steadily. She had no doubt that he was asleep. She knew what he looked like when he was faking it and he certainly wasn't now. It had been a rough night for him too after all. Smiling at the sight she slipped next to him under the duvet, when she heard her phone vibrating on the bedside table. She frowned and took it, just to sigh with mixed feelings when she saw that Marcus was calling. She'd really no nerve talking to him right now, she needed some sleep first. This was going to be ugly and she wasn't in a state to face it right now. He'd just have to wait to get his heart broken by her. Teresa felt sick just thinking about it. But there was no way around it. She needed to break up with him. As soon as possible. After a few hours of sleep.

She closed her eyes and turned to Jane, wrapping one arm around his waist. And it felt like everything was going to be okay.

I've already written a huge part of the next chapter :) I'm kinda excited because I have so many wishes for season 7 that I want to integrate in this story. Oh, and the next one will be M rated I think. But not all too smutty :P