Authors Note: SO this is what happens when I have to much time on my hands. While the site was having issues with anyone logging on and updating, I was busy writing the rest of my Cho/Lisbon story and this one shot. It might be a little OOC, but I think it's ok for this story I think. I got the insteration for this story from a random paring generator (I don't remeber where I saw it posted origananlly, but send me a messsage and I can send you a link if interested) and the Montgomery Gentry song "Hell Ya", especially the second virse.
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me I wouldn't be driving a car worth less than the gas I put in it every month.
"Damn it, Jane!" Teresa Lisbon yelled at the consultant. "What the hell did you do that for?" She was drenched head to toe in cold soapy water. She was over at his house helping him wash his car and washing hers too. They were almost done when Jane had dumped the bucket of soapy water on her. Now, he was standing there laughing hysterically.
"Fine. If that's the way you want to play." She grabbed the hose and turned it on full blast, aiming it at him. He started running around, trying to avoid the hose. He picked up the sponge and threw it at her.
"I give up! I give up!" He called, holding his hands up. She held the hose on him for a few more seconds before she twisted the nozzle and put it down.
"Truce?" She wanted to get his word that no more water would be exchanged.
"Yes truce. You have soap in your hair." He was still laughing at her slightly.
"Yea, well you have mud on your pants." She was trying to keep a straight face, but it was getting harder and harder.
"Do you want to go in and use the shower? I can throw your clothes in the dryer." He was still dripping and she thought that a shower wouldn't be a bad idea.
"OK, I suppose. Do you have anything I can put on in the mean time?" He got a mischievous look on his face.
"I'm sure I could dig something up." They walked toward the house and, to Lisbon's surprise, Jane pulled off his shirt and started taking off his pants.
"What are you doing?" She tried not to look, but it was hard. His chest was well sculpted and slightly damp. He almost glowed. He looked like a God with his curly golden hair; he was like a dream come true.
"I don't want to get water all over the floor." He said it as if it was obvious and it was, once she thought about it.
"Well, don't expect me to strip in your drive way. You started it; you can clean up the floor after me."
She started to walk up the stairs inside the house. Jane called after her "First door on the right. There are towels in the closet right inside the door. If you leave your clothes outside the door, I'll put them in the dryer."
She waved her hand over her back to signify that she had heard him and kept walking up the stairs. She walked into the bathroom and her first thought was that just this bathroom was almost bigger than her apartment. The second was that the shower looked absolutely amazing. There were multiple shower heads and it looked like you could get sprayed from all angles. It looked heavenly.
She quickly stripped and placed all of her clothes on the floor just outside the door. She turned the water on and stepped into the shower. It was heavenly. She enjoyed it so much that she barely registered Jane yelling a thank you through the door.
She stayed in the shower for over half an hour, finally she decided that her clothes were probably dry by now and decided to get out. She pulled a large fluffy towel out of the cabinet and dried off before wrapping it around her and opening the door to see if her clothes had been returned to her. They hadn't.
"Hey, Jane!" she called. Not hearing him answer she walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. She listened closely to see if she could hear a dryer running. She figured it was probably in the garage and started heading in the direction that she thought it was in.
Jane saw her slinking around the corner into the kitchen in just a towel. He smiled and snuck up behind her. "BOO!" he called. Lisbon screamed and turned around, holding her towel closely to her.
"Jane, what are you trying to do, scare me to death?" She had turned a bright shade of red and Jane was just laughing.
"I couldn't resist. Your clothes aren't dry yet anyway."
"Why not?"
"I forgot to start the drier. You still have at least twenty minutes." He grinned at her.
"Well, do you have something else I can put on?"
"You can use my robe, but it might be a little big."
"It's better than a towel." She mumbled under her breath.
"I'll just go and get it." He slid by her and up the stairs. She just stood there, watching him go. He didn't wear jeans very often, but he did look good in them. She admired the way they clung to him as he ran up the stairs. She heard a door open and then shut and turned around. She didn't want him to know she had been admiring him from behind.
As Jane comes down the stair he looks at her standing with her back to him. He's never really had a chance to see her legs before. She always wears pants. As he looks at them he notices that she's got something on her right leg. As he comes closer he realizes what it is.
"You've been inked!" He calls out, causing her to spin around.
"What?"
"You've got a tattoo, on your leg. That must be why you always wear pants."
She looks down at her leg as if just now noticing that she has a tattoo wrapping around her right leg from her ankle and disappearing under the towel.
"What I can't figure out is what it is."
"It's a rose." She states simply as if it's obvious.
"It doesn't look like a rose to me; it looks more like a vine."
"There was some confusion when I got it done. I said I wanted one single red rose, and the artist thought I said one winding red rose. I was a little inebriated at the time and really didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. It's really grown on me." She grabbed the robe from him and walks around the corner to put it on.
"So where does it end?" he asked with a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said with a smile, walking back around the corner and tossing the towel at him. "Thanks."
They both went into the living room and sat on the sofa waiting for the dryer to be done. They talked about nothing in particular, but Jane kept trying to catch a better look at the vine on her leg that led to the rose, where ever it may be. When the buzzer went off on the dryer, they both got up.
"Here, let me show you where the dryer is. You can change in there." He led the way through the kitchen to a little room that held the washer and dryer.
"Thanks, Jane." She shut the door, but left it open a crack. She pulled her clothes out of the dryer and didn't notice Jane pushing the door open just a crack more than it was before.
He felt a little guilty watching her like that, but she would never tell him where it ended and this was the only way he was going to figure it out. He watched as she pulled her panties on under the robe and then took it off. Jane had to work not to gasp as he saw that the rose ended just above waist of her panties, but it wasn't just one rose. Starting at her upper thigh, right where the leg turns in to the butt there were roses every few inches on alternating sides of the vine.
He quickly pulled the door back to where she had left it and walked back to the living room before she could catch him looking at her. He hoped that he would dream about that "single red rose" that night. It would be a happy dream indeed.
"Thanks for the robe, Jane." Lisbon tossed it at him. She heads out the door and just before she shut it, turned and said "Next time you want to look at my ass Jane, all you have to do is ask."