3


She loved Jane, she really did. But when he was utterly bored no one could be around him too long without getting a nervous breakdown, not even she.

And the fact that they were currently trapped in Lisbon's work car without any possible escape didn't make things easier.

They were on their way to a crime scene that was too close to consider taking a plane but too far away for it to be a short ride in the car.

Jane tapped his feet to the music coming from the radio and was engaged in watching her face intently without blinking or moving for the last 20 minutes.

Suddenly another driver changed the traffic lane without flashing the lights which made Lisbon honk furiously. She then yanked her head around and stared at Jane: "Would you please stop that? You are annoying me!"

She practically yelled at him.

He raised his hands defensively and said: "Uh Sorry? I didn't mean to."

"Of course you didn't" came the grunting response.

There was a short silence and Lisbon almost started hoping he'd come to the conclusion that he needed to keep it down unless he wanted to sleep on the couch tonight. Naturally, he didn't.

"Let's play a game!" he suggested blithely.

"Whatever." she responded.

"Okay. I suggest we ask each other questions. There are no taboo questions and we definitely have to answer."

Surprised, she looked up to see his sparkling eyes: "You really want to do that?"

"Well, yeah. I mean we can decide how we want to play. And if one of us wants to end the game then that's okay for me."

"Okay." She said, still not fully convinced. Since when did Patrick wanted to answer questions about himself without making up weird stuff along the way?

"I'll start with an easy one: What instrument did you play back in high school?"

"Ah. Now I know what this is about." She grinned, starting to like this.

"Wait, before you answer: My guess is that you really did play trumpet but wouldn't admit it. It was only helpful that you were resting your head on my shoulder while we were dancing so that you didn't have to look at me."

She blushed remembering that night perfectly well.

"It is no use if you are answering your questions yourself."

He nodded: "Well that's true. Won't happen again…" he looked at her, "Wait! You didn't deny my guess. So it's true?"

She blushed several shapes darker which was enough for him to know he guessed right.

"Whatever. It's my turn now: When you were still with the carnival, did you do a sommersault or a flic-flac? And can you still do that?"

"Interesting question. If I may remark though, you asked me two things. But I won't be strict and answer both: I did do both of those although I am not sure I still can, but I'd try if you like! Oh, I also threw knives, one of the cool kids at the carnie taught me."

Lisbon laughed: "Definitely not after that stunt you pulled at the airport. You are just going to break both your legs! And the thing with the knives is kind of scary."

He grinned and nodded: "hm... My turn again: Your first love."

"Ah. I knew that one would come. That was Jake Henderson in high school. It was rather late, though. I think it was about the age of 15. Nothing big, we met at a party, I didn't want to go home since my dad did not have a good day and he was there for me. Actually, he stayed with me the whole night."

"Ah now, that's cute!" Jane smiled at her, "I would have stayed, too."

"I know."

He kissed her on the cheek but she swatted him away: "Seriously Jane, I am driving."

"Sorry, Dear."

4


Some rays of sunlight crawled through the blinds into the little bedroom of the airstream. Lisbon wrinkled her nose, sighed and cracked her eyes open. At first she wondered why she was lying in Janes silver bucket and did not wake up in her own apartment but it soon came too her: Usually they stayed at her place but last night they had to endure a long and straining briefing from Abbott. Jane did not really pay any attention, as always, but concentrated on Lisbon and on his hand that was softly wandering up and down her thigh. She looked at him aghast but wouldn't move her leg away. She still tried to focus but that was nearly impossible as his touch send shivers through her entire body.

She looked around scared anyone might have noticed Janes movements underneath the table but no one did.

He had started to caress her inner thigh now, drawing light circles on the soft fabric of her trousers.

The arousal shot throughout her body and Lisbon wondered how one man could make her feel like this everytime he touched her. In fact it was a feeling she had never felt before. Every time it made her lose all control. Right now for example she did not even hear Abbott talking. It was as if she was in another world and Jane, the bastard, knew exactly what he was doing to her which he showed with the smug grin that he flashed her.

After the briefing ended, Lisbon couldn't get out of the office fast enough and since they did not even manage to get into the car to drive home they simply stayed at the airstream which was conveniently parked in the parking lot of the FBI.

When she remembered the night before a small smile crept onto her face and she started stroking Jane's chest who was lying close to her, still fast asleep.

She cuddled closer and watched his chest rising and falling in a steady, drowsy rhythm.

That's when she fell asleep again.

The second time she woke up on that morning it had nothing to do with the sunlight. Jane was peppering kisses all over her body and murmured things like 'wake up sleepy head' in between. She grumbled, not fully awake yet and turned around. Her back now resting against his chest. He drew her closer, pushed some of her stray strands aside and began to kiss his way up from her neck to the corner of her mouth.

Finally she responded: "Morning to you too."

He had eventually convinced her to kiss him back so that he mumbled into her mouth: "Coffee's on the night stand."

That was enough for her to end the kiss abruptly, push herself up on one elbow and take a sip from the steaming cup.

Coffee and Jane. This might just be her notion of perfectness.

"Want to shower before breakfast?" he had pushed up her shirt and caressed her flat stomach.

"If you join me?" She did not need to ask twice.