[Yeah, I know. I said I couldn't continue this plot line, but I decided to anyway. But it's fluffier. And it's a oneshot. And probably really lame. But oh well.
Disclaimer: Don't even think about it.]
Jane sat on the couch in Lisbon's office, sipping the tea that hd been so carefully prepared for him by her. He didn't look up as she sat next to him, sighing slightly.
"What are you going to do now?" she asks.
He shrugs. "Hm. Try to move on, I guess." He gazed out the clear glass windows of the office a Grace, Rigsby, and Cho, who were fixing their hair, eating a sandwich, and reading, respectively.
Neither spoke, then he softly said, "I'm moving to New Mexico."
Lisbon startled slightly. "What?!"
Her eyes narrowed when he relaxed and grinned. "Kidding. Who would buy my house anyway?" he nudged her softly with his elbow.
She laughed slightly. "Not funny, Jane." she grinned, smacking his am.
"I thought it was."
"Oh, hush.'
Silence fell over the again, as both recalled the past few weeks. So much had happened. Lisbon was kidnapped, Jane saved her, Red John...died...
"Did I give you your Welcome Back present yet?" Jane suddenly asked.
"...No." Lisbon wasn't exactly sure she wanted this gift, but she should have known it would all work out in the end. It always did.
"Oh. Well, in that case, I'll give it to you now." He stood, helping her up.
Jane handed her a wrapped parcel, bouncing slightly on his heels as she unwrapped it.
It was a journal. A smooth dark brown, almost black, journal with fringe on the bottom. Lisbon glanced suspiciously at Jane. "Where did you get my journal?"
"It's a long, long story." He grinned.
"Oh, gosh, Jane. Please don't tell me you read my freaking journal."
"Why? Is there something I shouldn't read in there?" he grinned mischievously.
Jane took a lunge, grabbing for the journal, then flipping it open to a random page. Lisbon's cheeks flushed red as she grabbed at it, snatching it back and shoving it in her coat. "Jeez, Jane!" her blush brightened.
"Lisbon, the page was blank, but not that it matters. I can read your innermost thoughts, remember?" he raised an eyebrow,
"Oh, yes. I do recall you mentioning that." Lisbon glared halfheartedly at him.
"Cheer up, Lisbon. That's not your only present." Jane sauntered to the filing cabinet, whipping out a blue balloon. He taped it swiftly to Lisbon's desk lamp. He turned to the brunette, bowing slightly. "May I have this dance?"
Lisbon rolled her eyes. How could she refuse? This man was frustrating one moment, romantic the next. He was driving her crazy, but maybe crazy should be given a chance. "Of course." She didn't try to curtsy, though, as she was wearing her jeans. She took his left hand in hers, placing her right hand on his shoulder.
They swayed slowly to the non-existent music, enjoying each other's presence.
She smells like apples again, Jane muses, apples and cinnamon. Lisbon no longer smelled of infection and body odor, or antiseptics. She had her old smell again.
Lisbon closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder as they swayed.
And a certain crying smile in a Malibu household wiped away its tears.
[A/N: So what did you think? Want to tell me in a review?]