Hiya people! This is just a random story that came to me in French when the teacher was rambling :( who needs French anyways?

Disclaimer: in my dreams... seriously. Its Bruno Hellers, CBS and every other responsible person:(

'Jane!' That was not funny. Lisbon scolded, 'How many times have I told you not to poke the bigwigs?'

'It the murderer though isn't that a good thing?' Jane whined. The case had been a long one, a secretary to a senator had been found murdered in her apartment and there were no obvious clues as to who had killed her. That was until Jane eavesdropped on the senator himself confessing to his wife that he had been having an affair. Jane had managed to question the senator at his house wording everything so that the man was bound to slip up. He slipped up by saying exactly where the body had been even though he had not been told about the crime scene.

'It's a great thing. Just can you not do it without gaining a lawsuit?' Lisbon bantered, but with genuine meaning behind her words.

'I'm sorry Lisbon. I'll always make it up to you though, you know that? I will always be there for you, no matter what happens, you can trust me' Jane reminded her of what he had said that day when they had done a trust fall.

'I trust you Jane, just please can you make my life a little easier?' Lisbon felt like he could control her soul. She knew she had been falling for him, she just hadn't realised how far under she was.

God, she's beautiful. Can she not see I love her? She doesn't know it but I can't read her, it annoys me. That's the reason I bug her so much, to see what makes her tick. Perhaps there are better ways. Jane thought to himself as he watched Lisbon head back to the car. She had left him standing there, as she pondered what he had just said.

What does he mean? Will he always be there for me? I want to believe him but is he still hell bent on revenge of his wife and child? I try to help him but it's like dealing with a five year old, who has odd moments of maturity. Lisbon thought as she walked over to the car, she decided that Jane probably knew of her inner turmoil already so she would confront him when he rejoined her.

'Lisbon, Lisbon. Don't look so grumpy, it's only some paperwork. You do it everyday, I'll even stay out your way.' Jane decided to play it safe even though he knew that she was still trying to figure out what he had meant. It hadn't been that difficult a statement, had it?

'Jane,' Lisbon sighed, 'How will you protect me? You don't carry a gun'

'Let me make it a bit clearer' Jane said gently, 'I can't say the words but read the meaning behind the action'

'OK' Lisbon said confused. Confused until Jane took her hand and brought his lips slowly down, allowing her time to pull away, she didn't. As the pairs lips met, all the sexual tension was resolved. Feelings suppressed for years suddenly escaped. The couple drew apart, panting, staring at each other warily.

'I'm not going to hurt you Lisbon.' Jane assured.

'Red John? What about...' The question died on her lips as she saw the answer written on Jane's cherub face. It clearly said he doesn't matter.

'As long as I have you everything will be alright. I can protect you, Red John cannot touch us. He wants me to suffer, but he lost. I've found happiness after never thinking I could.' Jane answered her with a smile full of triumphant revelation.

'Let's keep it secret for a while, for Van Pelt and Rigsby's sake. It's not fair on them.' Lisbon said with an air of authority.

'I agree. But let's forget about Hightower for a while. She doesn't need to know.'

'That I do like the idea of.' Lisbon managed to get out before Jane's lips came down on hers again, sealing their fate perfectly.

'Hey boss, turns out one of the rangers has done a runner. PD are looking for him but he mentioned something about Red John before he left.' Rigby called , oblivious to the kissing couples situation.