So since it is Christmas, I needed some Jisbon fluff. For real. So this is my attemt on writing a Christmas fic;) I hope u like it and please let me know what u think:) You guys are great, MERRY CHRISTMAS 3

 christmas story.

It was this time of year again. There was some snow, or at least it looked like it. She wouldn't have ever expected it to snow in Texas, but it seemed that wonders happened after all. She had always loved snow and sitting in front of a fireplace and drinking hot chocolate or something with more alcohol had always been something she was looking for the whole year. She had not really expected to become that kind of a person a few years ago, but there were things that had happened, people she'd gotten to know and feelings she'd had to experience. Some were nice, some were bad, but that didn't change anything on the fact that Christmas would be different this year.

If she'd make a ranking of best to worse Christmases she'd definitely have more bad ones than great ones.

She had always liked the Christmases with her brothers but when they all had started to live in their own places, the festivities had become very lonely for her. At first she had missed them when she'd moved to Sacramento, but she had learned to live with it, because she had changed with the new job. She had become a lonely person, way too dedicated to her job and this had made her different. She didn't really have a social life in the first few years and when she'd kinda grown into her new position and had attended Christmas parties and stuff. She'd met people and she had begun to enjoy Christmas when she had gotten her team. They had become really good friends, like a family and they had always gone out for dinner on Christmas eve. A tradition they had always enjoyed. At some point they had started a secret Santa thing, which had been hilarious. And she had missed it so much lately.

After they had had to split up she had missed them so badly that she would've liked to cry the whole Christmas day, but she had had to work.

In fact she really didn't have to, but she wanted to. She tried keeping herself busy so that she didn't have to feel so lonely all the time. She had needed a distraction of her miserable situation. No boyfriend, no family- her brothers didn't have had time again-, no friends who came over. She had felt so alone, as if there was nobody out there who cared.

Of course she had gotten a letter for Christmas, a special one, from a special person, the one person she'd missed most.

She had actually cried when she'd read it. He'd written how much he missed her, too and how the people on his little island celebrated the festivities.

She'd learned that he'd spend the evening on the beach, all alone, just like herself and it made her even sadder, although deep inside she was satisfied that he didn't have fun while she was feeling so miserable.

On the one hand she wanted him to be happy and content, but on the other hand she wanted him to feel as bad as she did. She knew that it was selfish and that she was probably turning into a very bad person for thinking things like that, but she couldn't change it. And it made her feel guilty like hell

All in all the last two Christmases had been the worst of her life. She had been at home, she had cried and had drunken loads of alcohol in front of her fireplace because it had hurt so badly that she felt like she didn't have any other choice. Like there was a huge hole in her heart, she had felt so empty and alone, more than ever before.

Lisbon shifted on her couch to get more comfortable. She tried to banish the thoughts out of her head and she managed to do so for about 2 minutes, concentrated on the Christmas soap opera which was on tv, but after a short while it all rushed right back into her head. How she had tried so hard to be ok, to feel good and to not letting her live being driven by the constant loneliness.

"What's the matter dear, you look so sad!"his hand sneaked around her stomach and pulled her closer, so that she was pressed against his front and she loved it.

Her lips twitched into a little smile.

"Oh nothing... I was just thinking..." She rested her head against his chest.

"It's Christmas, people should be happy! Especially you. You deserve it."

"Oh and you don't? Come on, we should both be happy."

"Oh Lisbon you're such a good person...And of course you're right...Happiness is what this celebration is all about..." He stroke over her hair, ending up playing with her curls.

Indeed this Christmas was different.

"You know what we should do?" he asked with a classic Jane-smirk on his face. "Uhm, no, what?" She turned her head around, looking at him curiously.

"Since it's Christmas...I think we should drink some eggnog. It's a tradition we shouldn't abandon."

"Oh definitely! But do we have eggnog?"

He laughed."Did you really think I would forget the most important thing to have on Christmas eve?"

He kissed her on the temple, which was the closest part of her face he could reach and carefully pushed her off himself. He got up, went to a shopping bag filled with stuff he must've bought before and pulled out two yellow bottles before he vanished into her kitchen. After a while he came back with a thing that looked like a bowl, something she didn't know she owned, and two mugs.

"Lets do something fun, just drinking isn't that funny."she suggested.

"Uuuh well, we could try to play a drinking game!"

"So shall it be"

After one and a half episodes of Monk they started giggling about nearly everything the people on TV said and did.

"Oh my, Lisbon did you see that? He ate a slice of Pizza! Why didn't he eat noodles, he had them leftover from the day before!"

"I know! This show is so funny!" she managed to say before she slowly slid off the couch. Jane tried to catch her, but they ended up on the floor. Both.

"You know what is missing here? For the perfect Christmas eve?" he asked her.

"What is it, Jane?"

"A tree, Lisbon. You need a tree."

"Oh no Jane, I don't need a tree. That's just a small apartment, there's no room for a Christmas tree."

"Oh yes! Come on grab your jacket, we're gonna get you a nice tree."

They didn't really know where to look for a Christmas tree, but decided to just go round the block once, because it was freezing cold outside. To their disappointment there was no tree to be found and they returned home after a short while.

They decided to curl up in front of the fireplace again, this time both of them lying on the couch.

"I'm cold, Jane." Lisbon informed her veeery sober friend.

He just put his arms around her and pulled her as close as possible.

"You know what?" he mumbled into her dark curls.

"No, what?" she whispered.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She didn't kiss him, she just crossed her fingers behind his neck and their foreheads touched. They smiled. After all they'd found happiness together this year.

The next morning they woke up with a very bad headache since they weren't that young anymore.

Jane was the first to wake up shortly after 7am and he decided he should play Santa for his friend, since he had gotten her some presents the day before. He went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water against his headache, which didn't work, so he took an aspirin.

After a short time the pain faded away so he started his surprise by getting the presents out of the plastic bag where the eggnog had been in. He knew that she didn't have anything for him, nothing material at least, but it didn't matter. Anything he'd wanted for Christmas, he'd already gotten. Her.

He looked around to find a good place to put the presents, but since he didn't have a tree he just draped them around the fireplace, in a secure distance, so they couldn't burn.

When he was done he looked at his accomplishment and smiled.

She'd love it. Hopefully.

He looked at his sleeping beauty whose hair had fallen all over her face, covering her closed eyes. Those green eyes that he loved so much and that never managed to keep any secrets from him, no matter how hard she tried to.

He went to the couch and sat down, at first watching her sleep for a little time and then he lay down again and hugged her tightly. She started moving in his arms, confused about where she was and still tired and also with a big headache. "Jane?" she asked insecure.

"Yes my dear? What's the matter?"

"Nothing" she whispered, a big smile on her face, when she curled up in his embrace.

It hadn't been a dream.

Merry Christmas