A/N: Thanks for the massive support on the first chapter! I was really not sure if I needed to continue it, but looks like you want it :D.
I already told you, this story is completely in Dominique-style, so really, totally weird! And I already told you that I may have made up a resort, but I didn't want that copyright infringement and I wanted the resort to be just perfect for my story and all. And like the previous chapter: I may have used a lot of imagination with the resort and how it is looking and all :D.
There is just a low amount of fluff in this chapter, I'm working toward it though. Next chapter will be full of it :D.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Day 1
Lisbon had been standing in front her of her closet for the past hour now. She just couldn't decide what clothes to pack: she wouldn't be needing that much if they were in a wellness resort the entire day, but maybe Jane had planned to go to a restaurant in the evenings, so she would have to pack at least a few clothes. Nothing too fancy, but nothing too dull either. She didn't like to dress up like Barbie, especially not for Jane, but she didn't want to attend dinners in a plain simple jeans.
She finally chose a dark green dress, not too flimsy but also stylish. She'd bought it when she was out shopping with Van Pelt, but didn't recall why exactly.
Accompanying the dress, she also packed a comfortable sweatpants and casual tank top. A few more jeans, just in case.
Three knocks on her front door pulled her out of her packing ritual, and she reluctantly went to open the door. When she did, the smug smile of Mister Annoyance made her groan.
"Good morning, star shine! Ready?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"I was just busy with packing my clothes when you came," she said, and he nodded, walking into her apartment without invitation.
"There's no need for much clothes, Lisbon," he said.
"Let me guess: you just packed one three-piece-suit, foreseeing how we are going to spend the whole time in towels?"
Jane shook his head.
"You could never have been more wrong," he said, and then, Lisbon's eyes fell down on Jane's actual attire. He wasn't wearing his usual suit, he had only a normal T-shirt and jeans on. Lisbon looked at him, clearly surprised.
"Don't worry, I have packed a suit. I couldn't go with you to a restaurant in these clothes while this beautiful woman here is dresses in a dark-green dress made of silk," he said, and she frowned.
"How did you know-"
"I'm a mentalist, Lisbon. Now, let me help you with your clothes." With that, he walked upstairs. Lisbon quickly tried to remember if she had put her underwear in the bottom of her suitcase, and she let out a sigh of relief when she realized she did.
She followed him upstairs, and when she entered her bedroom, he was standing in front of her closet, holding two dresses in his hands.
"Jane, what the hell are you-"
"Hush, Lisbon. I'm helping you with your clothes," he said, and she just sighed and rolled her eyes.
This better be relaxing, or she swore to God, she was going to kill Jane and Hightower if it wasn't.
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"Did you make the reservation?" Lisbon asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Why Lisbon, I'm offended. I don't see a reason why I wouldn't have made the reservation. Poor Madeleine doesn't have enough money for this, the CBI didn't want to pay for it, so I was the one."
She sighed.
He picked up her suitcase and walked over to the desk where he could get the key to their room. She followed him.
"Hello Sir, welcome at the Crown Beauty and Wellness Resort!" a young girl exclaimed enthusiastically. Jane's usual smile only grew wider at her enthusiasm in her job.
"I've made a reservation for me and my lovely wife here."
The girl smiled when she saw Lisbon.
"What is your name, Sir?" the young girl asked.
"Daniel Rosenfield," he said. She typed in a few things, than begin frantically running around to grab the keys and the maps and everything that was necessary to give the couple.
She returned within a minute, and gave the keys to Jane.
"Here you go, Sir. Your room is at the top floor, at the end of the hall. We from the Crown wish you a happy stay!" the girl told them, and Jane flashed her his 1000-watt smile, before looking at Lisbon.
"That's no problem at all, thank you," he said, and Lisbon rolled her eyes.
As they stepped into the elevator, she stared at him. He only smiled.
"Why are you looking at me like that, my dear?" he asked.
"The top floor? In most hotels, the best rooms are on the top floor," she said, and his smile grew only wider.
"Then I hope I can please you with the room," he said, and before she could ask what he meant, the elevator door opened again. They were on the top floor now. The decorations in this hall looked different from the ones in the Main Hall.
In the Main Hall, from where you could go to every part of the resort, the decorations looked plain, modern, white. It looked clean, pure, hygienic.
This hall looked expensive, luxurious.
Jane had meanwhile walked down the hall, and she hastily followed. When he opened the door, Lisbon almost dropped her suitcase in surprise.
"Oh my... God, Jane, this is... beautiful," she said, as she walked around the room.
When you opened the door, you went straight into the living part of the room. A big, black sofa was standing there, a plasma screen standing at the other side of it.
The kitchen was supplied with the world's most expensive machines ever made. There was a big, glass stair in the middle of the room, probably leading to the bedroom and bathroom.
Jane was looking at her all the time, and when she looked at him, he smiled.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, and laughed at the sight.
"Really, this is... this is perfect," she whispered, and he nodded. He took her suitcase, and went to place them somewhere else. She rolled her eyes at how courteous he was all of a sudden.
She walked upstairs, again surprised at the beauty of this room.
This wasn't a child friendly room, since floor where the bedroom and bathroom were located was not secured by high bars. In the middle of the bedroom was a big, king-sized bed standing. Misty glass separated the bedroom from the bathroom.
"Shall we explore the resort, Lisbon?" he asked from downstairs.
She walked back to the living room.
" Sure."
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"And here's the sauna. We could stop by there tomorrow, honey," Jane said, excitingly. Lisbon shot him an angry look.
"No terms of endearment, Jane," she quietly hissed. He sighed.
"Will people believe that we're married if we don't touch," he whispered. She sighed, and grabbed his arm.
It felt like a bolt of electricity went through both of them, and were to pull back when they found they couldn't. They looked into each other's eyes.
"Well, that was weird," Jane said, and Lisbon awkwardly smiled.
"But a sauna tomorrow?" he asked, trying to move the subject. She nodded, and they awkwardly continued their way through the resort.
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"Jane, leave me alone, I'm getting dressed," Lisbon exclaimed, and Jane raised his arms in defense.
"I only needed to get a vest, Your Highness. I'm sorry for trying to dress properly," he said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Well, you're dragging me with you to the restaurant, I won't go there on my own volition."
"Yet you were pretty happy to go there when you saw the restaurant."
"Patrick Jane, just leave this damn room so that I can get changed," she exclaimed. He laughed, and left the room.
He looked around the apartment when he got back in the living room. It indeed was a beautiful apartment. The sun began to fall, and it was shining perfectly into the living room. He quickly walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall next to the door.
He froze suddenly. Why was he even caring about how he looked like? He was only going to dine with Lisbon, for Christ's sake. The woman he knew for over seven years. Whom he shared everything with, who was his best friend.
He sighed, and quickly looked at himself again, when he saw in the mirror Lisbon descending the stairs.
His heart flew to the moon and back. There she was, dressed in not the green dress she had picked, but the red dress he had picked for her. From what he could see, she wasn't wearing any make-up.
She had decided to wear four inch heels. He didn't even know she had them.
She smiled at him, and his mouth went instantly dry.
"Cat got your tongue?" she teased, and he smiled.
"I don't have a cat, Lisbon, you know that."
She rolled her eyes, but let it rest at that.
"How do I look?" she asked, and turned around to give him a good look at her full appearance.
Her dress ended just above her knees. It wasn't low cut at her breasts, but it was a bit tight and therefore hugged them perfectly. A small ribbon was bound around her just below her bosom, which made her look really slender – which she already was, of course – and the rest of the dress hung wider from her body.
He nodded.
"Amazing," he said, and she smiled.
"What about me?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.
"I think I've seen that three-piece-suit a billion times."
"True, but don't I look good in it?" She looked up and down to scan his appearance.
When at work, he always wore his suits casually: no ties, always loosening the upper two buttons on his shirt, sometimes losing the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
But now, he had buttoned up his shirt up to his neck, a tie around it as well. She had to admit: it looked kind of strange on Jane.
But he looked like he came out of a magazine for three-piece-suits; really handsome.
She nodded in approval.
"It'll do. It's too late anyway to get you in something different," she teased, and he gasped.
"Woman, you'd better watch your mouth or I'll abort this mission," he said, and she rolled her eyes again.
She found she did that quite a lot in Jane's presence: rolling her eyes. But how could she not? The man was an idiot at moments.
He offered her his arm, and arm in arm, they left the hotel room for the restaurant.
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They had gotten the best places in the restaurant: they had a beautiful view over the city.
Lisbon assumed Jane either bribed the waitress of flashed her his 1000-watt smile nobody could deny.
They had been talking about normal stuff the first few minutes, but when the food arrived, they both fell silent. They just reveled in each other's company.
"So, Lisbon, how are you and Walter?" Jane suddenly asked, and Lisbon almost choked on her food. She looked at him when the food disappeared from her throat, and sighed.
"He's... out of the country, like always. I... am planning on breaking up with him when he comes back."
Did she see relief in his eyes?
"That's great- I mean, I'm sorry for you, Lisbon. I know how much he meant to you," he said. She shook his head.
"Don't be stupid. You don't like him, and you didn't think he had a good influence on me."
"That's right."
Lisbon couldn't help a small smile appearing on her lips.
"That was pretty straight forward. What happened? Are you jealous?" she teased. He huffed.
"Me? Jealous? Of Walter? No way, Lisbon," he said. An evil smile appeared on her lips.
"Patrick Jane, you're jealous of Walter," she said, and he put down his fork.
"And what if I am?" he asked, and she shrugged.
"Nothing. I just think it's sweet."
"Why is that sweet?"
"That you think that I think that Walter is better than you."
"I don't think that-"
"Jane. I know when you're lying," she said, and he smiled faintly.
"Because I taught you?"
"No, because you're an idiot," she stated, matter-of-factly.
And with that, they continued their dinner. In silence, of course.
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"So... How are we going to do this?" Jane asked, as they stood, clad in their pajamas, in front of the bed.
"You take the couch, I take the bed?" Lisbon asked.
"Oh, no Lisbon. We'll sleep together in this bed. It's big enough," he said, and she groaned.
"Okay, but no funny stuff."
Jane nodded.
"No funny stuff, got it," he said, and dove into the bed. She rolled her eyes, but joined him.
She pulled the covers up to her nose. The bed was pretty comfortable and warm. She felt instantly tired, ready to sleep for days. She didn't know from what she was tired, actually.
Within a few minutes, she heard Jane's breath going softer and regular. She turned her head to look at him.
He looked so sweet and peaceful when he was sleeping. The faint worry lines between his eyebrows were gone and his lips were curved in a little smile.
She scooped a bit closer, just a bit, and brushed a curl out of his face.
She scooped back to her part of the bed, sighed, and closed her eyes. This was going to be a long case.
A/N: I needed to mention Mashburn, sorry!
And what did you think? I thought it was not very fluffy, but maybe your opinion is different. They are slowly seeing that they don't only like each other as co-workers and best friends. But that's logical, since they are in love with each other :D.
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