Random one shot. I've been listening to Broken and Beautiful, the version by Suzie McNeil, and it reminds me of Jane and Lisbon, so... Here we are...

Broken and Beautiful;;;

This was a second time for two things for both Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon. Being at a high school reunion, and dancing together. Lisbon hadn't really wanted to come at all, remember what had happened the last time, but, it wasn't like she had a choice, she was the boss, and that meant she had to come.

You fall apart and I run in from anywhere, like cameras at an accident

My staring eyes, I wonder why I care

Maybe I'll be frightened by the pain, but watch your tragedy again

"Come on, Lisbon. It's not that bad dancing with me, is it?" Jane asked, a joking tone in his voice, and a smile on his face. Lisbon glared at the man before her for a second, before sighing and giving in.

"Fine." She muttered, taking his hand and pulling him out of the crowd of people. She could see Grace and Wayne dancing together too. They were cute together, now, if there wasn't that rule...

Lisbon looked at Jane's face, a real smile of his face as the two started dancing. Like last time, Lisbon let her head rest in the crook of Jane's neck, but unlike last time, she really liked it. She let a small smile creep on to her face, before shooing it away.

This was Patrick Jane, the man who drove her nuts on a daily basis. The man who had gotten her suspended before, who had gotten them both in trouble with Hightower, who had made her believe she was going to die at one point. Even with all those things, she couldn't help but think of the other things that he did to her.

Cause your broken and beautiful,

And so damn cynical

Jane made her heart skip a beat when he gave her that smile. He made her smile, and see the good side of things when she really didn't want to. He made her feel safe, even when she was the one with a gun. He made her angry, annoyed, happy, sad. He made her laugh, smile, cry, yell. He made her realise what love felt like, even though she wasn't sure if he felt the same way she did.

But I'm drawn in by the darkness in your eyes,

And it's beautiful. Broken and beautiful.

Jane pulled back from Lisbon so she was standing a little in front of him, looking up, her green eyes full of confusion. Her green eyes. He loved the colour of her eyes, emeralds went do well with them, anything really.

Talkin' you down from ledges to stay with me. I'll touch your sharpest edges

I'll be the one who holds your hand while you bleed

Falling off in pieces like you do, I would hand them back to you

As she looked up into his eyes, his intently blue eyes, she wondered what he was thinking, and if he really knew what she was thinking. As if to answer her mental question, he nodded.

Cause your broken and beautiful, and you're so damn cynical

But I'm drawn in by the darkness in your eyes, and it's beautiful

He brought his hands up from where they'd been resting while the two danced, cupping her face in his hands. A chill ran up her back, and she hoped he hadn't noticed.

My favourite mess, like a magnet pulling me down until I drop

Call me obsessed with your sadness but I don't want to make it stop

He leaned his head down, telling her if she didn't want to, he'd stop. But she couldn't even shake her head, she was happy. Happy and in love.

Cause your broken and beautiful, and you're so damn cynical

But I'm drawn in by the darkness in your eyes, and it's beautiful.

Broken and beautiful.

He lightly pressed his lips to hers, pulling back a few moments after. Smiling at him, she put her arms around his neck, pulling herself back up to him.

Cause your broken and beautiful, and you're so damn cynical

But I'm drawn in by the darkness in your eyes, and it's beautiful.

Broken and beautiful.