Patrick Jane saunters up the steps to the front door. He holds two coffees, one in each hand, and a newspaper under his right arm. With his left elbow, he pounds the doorbell a few times. "Lis-buhn!" he shouts, emphasising each syllable, after a few silent seconds goes by. He is about to press the button a few more times when he hears the lock unlatch, and Teresa Lisbon opens the door, a frown on her face. Her damp hair hanging limply down her neck, she raises an eyebrow at him, still frowning, and snatches one of the coffees from Jane's hand.

"Really?" she says, still standing in the doorway, free hand clutching the door.

"Good morning to you too, Lisbon!" Jane says cheerfully, pulling the paper out from under his arm and offering it to her. She grabs it, letting go of the door finally, as her frown fades. She sips the warm coffee, closing her eyes as the familiar delicious taste encompasses her mouth. Jane takes this chance to slip past Lisbon's slender and small figure into her house.

"Over here, Lisbon," Jane calls. Lisbon spins around, grabbing the door and closing it, to find Jane pulling out a stool from the kitchen island. "For you," he says pointedly, tucking the chair in for her as she takes a seat, dropping the newspaper on the floor without reading it. He moves around to the other side, where he leans against the bench and drinks his coffee.

There is a silence as they both look at each other above their coffee cups, smiles hidden by the cardboard but eyes revealing them instead. It isn't an awkward silence - it is a meaningful silence, as they both, without knowing it, analyse each other. Lisbon takes in the usual messy but perfectly styled curls of Patrick's hair, his blue vest which she knew and loved, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes. Jane looks Teresa up and down repeatedly, again focusing on her damp, dark hair, making little droplets on her white shirt. He could smell traces of her lavender scent, and automatically moves in closer to breathe it in fully. Lisbon, noticing this, slowly reaches her hand across the bench towards his, and he holds it, lacing his fingers through hers. They openly smile at each other now, showing it above their coffee cups.

Suddenly, silence is shattered as Jane, purposely, drops his empty cup onto the bench. "JANE!" Teresa yells, instantly knowing he did it to break the tension - to ruin the moment. She lets go of his grasp for a second, frustrated, and slaps him across the arm, but then quickly returns her hand back into his, not wanting to miss out on his touch.

"Ow!" Jane yells, changing to his classic smirk as she still went back to him.

"You're an asshole," she mutters, just loud enough for him to hear, before her phone vibrates against her leg and she takes her hand away to answer it, abandoning her coffee cup in the other hand.

"Hello?" she says, as Jane suddenly starts to move. Lisbon looks at him curiously in question, but he simply brings a finger to his lips, the meaning metaphorical - Calm down, Teresa, just keep talking.

Lisbon continues to speak into the phone, only half paying attention, as she watches Jane come around to her side of the bench. And quickly, he attacks - it takes all her might not to gasp into the speaker in surprise as he kisses her neck, brushing her drying hair over one shoulder. The feeling was still unfamiliar for her; that he was really touching her this way seemed forever unbelievable. Lisbon fights the urge to turn around in her stool toward him, and instead tries, helplessly, to pay attention only to the voice at the other end. Jane continues to kiss his way up her neck, tracing his fingers along her jawline from behind, breathing softly behind her ear.

"Okay, I'll keep my eye on it," she says, strained, trying to swat Jane away with her free hand - instead, he grabs it at the wrist and kisses it. "Okay, okay, thanks. Good luck," Teresa finally finishes, throwing the mobile carelessly onto the bench. She spins around in her chair, and as Jane bends down slightly, she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself up, and kisses him. Jane willingly returns the favour, smiling in his mind, content with his plan working.

"FBI called," she breathes between kisses.

"On call tod-"

"Today, possible case and -"

"Might need me soon."

Then she stopped talking, as the pair continued to kiss each other, Lisbon moving her index finger in small circles on his neck, Jane inhaling the lavender smell she carried. They keep this up for another few minutes. A hesitant thought then entered Lisbon's mind, and she is consciously reminded of the small envelope in her back pocket. She cringes, embarrassed about the possible answers to it, but decides she needed to bring it up.

"Jane," she says between a kiss, unraveling herself to bring her hands to his shoulders. He simply mumbles and continues kissing her, swapping between different places on her face and neck.

"Jane," she says once again, kissing his cheek sweetly but moving away from him, trying to break the trance. Again, he doesn't notice, and keeps on.

"Patrick," she says loudly, and the sudden, rare use of his first name seems to catch his full attention. He stops, becoming aware of Lisbon trying to pull away, and quickly takes his hands off her, taking a step back.

"Oh… I'm sorry, Lisbon, I got too carried away, I'm really so-"

"No, no, Jane, it's not that," she says, kissing his lips again to prove her point, before sitting back on her seat, looking him in the eyes. It's his turn to look curious - there's no trace of sarcasm on his face - for once, he doesn't know what's on her mind.

She takes a deep breath, thinking the right words over in her head. "Listen… I know we haven't talked much about it - I don't even know if it would have crossed your mind - and I don't know if we're," she emphasises, "up to this stage in our… relationship," she says slowly, letting the word play over in her head; again, an unfamiliar feeling. Jane opens his mouth, but Lisbon upon seeing this, quickly speaks over him. "Jane, please, let me finish,". Jane raises his hands defensively, but nods.

"Okay, okay. Seeing as you're always here, anyways," Lisbon continues, and at this Jane suddenly understands what she was trying to say, but remains silent, his eyes shining discreetly. "I just was wondering if you want a key?" she says all at once, the words tumbling out of her mouth. She quickly adds "I'm not saying you have to move in, just -" but Jane cuts her off, kissing her, much to Lisbon's surprise.

She holds her hand against his cheek, leaning her forehead against his. She turns towards Patrick's ear, and, in classic Patrick Jane style, whispers, "So does that mean yes?"

He laughed, and kisses just below her ear. Lisbon slyly pulls the little white envelope out of her pocket, and playing it off as putting her hand on his chest, she slips it into the pocket of his vest.

The vibrating of Lisbon's phone, shifting across the bench where she left it, breaks the happy moment. She looks up at Jane, rolling her eyes and kisses him once more, before answering the phone, knowing already that it is time to go. It is quickly confirmed, and a minute later, Lisbon puts down the phone.

"I've got to go, new lead or something," Lisbon says, gathering her bag from the dining table and stuffing her phone into it. "They might call you later. Feel free to stick around," she says, waving her arm, keys in hand. "Make sure to lock up properly if you go," she adds, smiling at her private joke. She walks over to the door and pulls it open.

"But, Lisbon, I haven't got-" Jane starts, but Lisbon cuts him off.

"I love you."

Jane, confused, says "I love you too, but-", his words cut short as Lisbon smiles mischievously at him, pulling the door closed as she walks into the warm breeze outside.

Now alone, Jane sits down where Lisbon had been, on the stool against the island bench. He leans down to pick up the newspaper on the ground, and as he does a small white envelope falls out of his vest pocket on to the paper. Curiously, he picks it up. Written across the front, in Lisbon's recognisable cursive, was "Patrick", with two 'x's next to it. Turning it over, he discovers the other side to be blank. As he pulls open the seal, a glimmer of silver light shines from inside. He quickly pulls the object out, and finds himself holding a small, silver key.

Unbeknownst to him, Lisbon had gotten a key made a few weeks ago, and had been working up the nerve to ask him about if he wanted it. She hadn't been sure how to approach the topic; Jane was usually at her place when she was, and he was gone when she was gone too. However, today, she finally decided it was time.

Jane smiles to himself, turning the key over in his hand. Then he grabs the paper, placing it on the bench and opens it to the first page, putting the key, by itself, back into his vest pocket. At least he hadn't had to ask for it himself.