Happy Families (isn't that sort of a card game? i'm dutch and in the netherlands it's called 'kwartet' - if i'm right.

Okay, whatever. Like you care or something, it's a childish game anyway.

So, back to the point. Enjoy my fic:


CHAPTER 1


"Caspar, I'm home!" Lisbon closed the door behind her and waited for an answer. It was Thursday evening and after a long day at the office she was glad be home finally.

"Hi, mom." A handsome teen with dark brown curly hair came jumping down the stairs. "How was your day?"

"Oh, just as usual. Do you have eaten yet?"

"Yes, uh mom, I'm going to the movies tonight, okay?" he stated and wanted to pass her, but Lisbon stopped him.

"It's Thursday. Didn't we agree on only go out in the weekends?"

"No, we didn't agree. I was against it. But pleeease," Caspar pouted while he begged his mom. Lisbon grinned. He looked so much like his father when he put a face like that.

"Fine," she sighed eventually. "With who are you going anyway?"

"Zoe. She picks me up at eight."

Lisbon frowned. "Zoe? I think I don't know her. Is she your newest love?"

"No, she's just a friend." He turned red and walked away.

"You're world's worst liar, Cas," she called after him as she plumped down on the couch in the living room, closed her eyes and drowse off.


After he had dropped Lisbon at her apartment, Jane was driving to his own home in his sky blue car. They had a weird relationship together. Although they weren't married, – Lisbon didn't want to have that whole show around them – they had Caspar, and were actually very happy with him.

For a couple of years they had lived in the same house, raising their, now sixteen years old son. But things didn't turn out so well: their disharmony at work increased and started to affect their private relationship, and they agreed to live separated for a while.

It was good this way – even Caspar seemed to be satisfied with switching among houses now and then – but eventually he started to desire something more again. Something more than only their banter at work, or the phone calls he made when he felt lonely.


Ding dong. Lisbon woke up with a start at the sound of the doorbell. She heard Caspar open the door and talking to someone, before a laughing girl stepped inside.

"Caspar, you ass," the girl exclaimed as she watched the smirking Caspar. "I told you I don't like horror movies!"

"Yeah, but you had probably chosen some kind of a dull chick flick."

Lisbon approached the bantering duo and hold out her hand to the girl as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Teresa, Caspar's... mommy."

"Mom..." Caspar scowled and started blushing, burning with shame.

The girl chuckled and shook her hand. "I'm Zoe Stewart, nice to meet you."

Lisbon pulled her arms around her son and hugged him. "Have fun," she said cheerful. "And come home too late, okay?"

Caspar tore himself away angrily and pulled Zoe back outside again. "Bye mom," he growled before he slammed the door. How embarrassing.


Jane settled himself in front of the television. He took the remote control and zapped through every channel, without even noticing whether he liked the program or not. He sighed. Since he and Lisbon decided to slow it down, every night seemed to be even more boring than the one before.

He raise to his feet and grabbed his cell. Without any hesitation he pressed speed dial one and waited.

"Lisbon."

"Hey, Tess, it's me," Jane answered. "How are you?"

He heard a chuckle on the other side of the line. "I feel great, Jane. Just like two hours ago, when you dropped me at home, remember?"

Jane smiled. Duh, he just wanted to hear her lovely voice.

"Why are you calling?"

It took him too long to think of a nice answer, so Lisbon spoke again, before he could reply.

"Want to come over? Caspar is away tonight."

He didn't need much time to think of a answer to that question. "Sure," he said desirously as he practically sat in the car with half his ass already.


Caspar was amazed when he saw his dad's citroen parked in the street. Okay, he had always known his parents were far from normal, but snuggling behind his back, that was scurvy. Despite their sneaky act, he liked it they were spending evenings together again and decided to be quiet not to disturb them.

He sneaked through the door and saw his parents both stretched on the couch, asleep. His dad had one arm tightly around the tiny woman next to him, the other one holding a big bowl of popcorn, resting on his tummy, going up and down as following his regular breathing.

Sweet, he thought as he turned off the television, he should go out more often, in favor of - if it's right to call it that way - their love.


Awww. Will they, won't they?

TBC... So don't worry.

I was just thinking, should i let Caspar look more like Lisbon or jane, or a mix (uhh, they actually don't differ much, so what the hell am i talking nonsense) whatever, review if you like