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When Teresa Lisbon woke up early the following morning, it was to a foreign experience.
A pair of strong arms had wrapped themselves around her naked form, one hand resting on her stomach and the other tucked under her body. The naked form of her bedmate was pressed tightly against her back and a head was burrowed into the crook of her neck.
Allowing herself to snuggle into the embrace for a moment, her eyes then flew open in remembrance. She'd slept with Jane! Flying up into a seated position, she looked down at the sleeping form of the golden haired man next to her and realised that in her movements, one of his hands had fallen to her upper thigh.
She grabbed her sheet and pulled it up her body as Jane began to show the first signs of wakefulness. The hand was removed from her leg as he raised it and ran it over his face and through his unruly curls before his eyes fell to her.
'Hey,' he said softly.
She found herself unable to respond, but didn't object when Patrick pulled at the sheet covering her and pulled her closer to him. She also didn't protest when he pulled her on top of him, wrapping one arm around her waist and placing the other on the nape of her neck. But she did stop him when he made the move to kiss her.
'Jane...' she said in a warning tone as the hand on her neck moved to her face as he brushed her hair away. 'Good morning,' he said.
'Good morning,' she responded shyly. 'We need to talk...' She got no further as he flipped her and leant down to cover her body with his. 'And what a good morning it is,' he smirked as his face came ever closer to hers.
There was only a hairsbreadth between them.
'We're going to regret this,' she whispered against his lips as his eyes bore into hers. 'Are we?' he said softly as he crashed his lips to hers.
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When Teresa Lisbon woke up once again a couple of hours later she was surprised to find herself smiling. When was the last time she woke up with a smile plastered on her face? Yesterday had been a hard day – for them all – and she wasn't ashamed to admit that their activities the night before had been exactly what she needed.
The temporary feeling of joyfulness faded as she realised that she was alone in the bed and that there was a muffled noise somewhere nearby that sounded suspiciously like her mobile phone. Now feeling seriously out of sorts, she rolled out of the bed as she stumbled over to where the ringing seemed to be coming from, looking around and raising various things before she discovered her phone under Jane's vest. Looking at the display she realised that she had several missed calls. 'Shoot,' she whispered to herself as she pressed the call button and raised the phone to her ear with a brisk 'Lisbon'.
'Boss?' was the flurried voice on the other end as van Pelt came onto the line and Patrick Jane chose that exact moment to step out of her ensuite wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, the occasional drop of water falling from his damp hair and onto his chest. Her mouth went dry for a moment.
She said nothing as she forced herself to turn away and responded to the worried van Pelt. 'I'm here.'
'Boss where are you? We've got a case and Minelli wants to know where you were yesterday,' said the agent quickly. 'What do I tell him?'
'Let me worry about it,' she said as she eyes the retreating back of Jane. She quickly throws on clothes with no thought as to what she is putting on as van Pelt updates her on their newest case.
'I'll meet you there,' she said, ready to hang up the phone but was stopped by van Pelt's tentative last question. 'Ah boss,' van Pelt said nervously. 'What about Jane?'
Ah...
'Jane?' The phone was snatched out of her hand before she even had a chance to think about a further response. Turning to the fully dressed man now standing in front of her with her phone to his ear she swore inwardly when he began to speak to van Pelt. 'We got a case?'
'Give me the phone,' she hissed as she made a grab for it, but Jane was too quick and evaded her as he continued his conversation. 'Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh,' he said before he hung up the call. 'We've got a case,' he said brightly handing her the phone with one of those smiles that bugged her to no end.
There was no way he was getting out of this easily. 'We need to talk.'
'Not now we don't,' said Jane in a sing-song voice as he moved to the door. 'A case is calling.'
'Jane,' she said, not moving from her spot.
'Now where are the keys?' he pottered on.
'Patrick...' She could see the tension radiating from his body as he froze in his spot facing away from her. 'Not now,' he said softly. 'Please.'
She sighed in defeat. 'Are you sure?'
She didn't receive an answer as Jane found her car keys and proceeded to usher her out the door. She couldn't fight the strange sensations running through her as she locked up her place and refused to give him the keys as they got into her car. This just wasn't right. How could he be like this? He'd just faced another obstacle with Red John and yet here he was acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. And she was the bundle of nerves as they drove to the crime scene and he joked as usual.
Her mood didn't improve when they arrived and she stomped over to her team, Jane going off to God knows where in another direction. 'What have we got?'
Checking her gun and badge are where they should be she startled when Rigsby suddenly stepped up next to her. 'Do you really think it's a good idea for him to be here boss?' he asked, nodding his head in Jane's direction.
'You want to try and tell him otherwise?' she shot back at him. Rigsby opened his mouth and then shut it swiftly. They both knew how that conversation would go.
'Ah boss,' said van Pelt as she came over, head looking at her notebook in front of her as she began to speak. 'Crime Scene's inside with the body of Glynis Lombard and I've got Hugh Lombard – the husband – and the three kids off to the side over there. Detective Cas...' Van Pelt's voice trails off and Lisbon wondered why her junior agent was looking at her strangely. 'What?'
'Are you wearing the same shirt as yesterday?' blurted out the redhead, before she blushed in horror and covered her mouth as realised what she had just said. 'I'm so sorry...'
And but of course this was the moment that her entire team seemed to be standing there. And but of course, Jane had to open that big bloody mouth of his. 'No, no that is an interesting observation. Please do explain.'
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