Soo, didn't get a lot of reviews for the first part but I hope this one's better and attract some more people, too. Anyway, here's the One Shot for the second episode. Let me know what you think of it, please. The only way for me to improve ;) Well, here you go, people!

She was getting tired of protecting him or explain his actions and herself to others. It was always the same but what could she do? As unorthodox as he worked he was good and he closed cases. As long as he wasn't breaking the law there was nothing wrong with it; too bad that he broke the law then and there or otherwise managed to get every person on the case hating him. Usually, people always reacted the same way: judgmental. She wouldn't deny that he was part of her team, though. Why would she anyway? It's not like he would let her. Sure, sometimes it got rather awkward or embarrassing, not to mention how many times he got her and the rest of the team in trouble and she had to take the blame since he was her responsibility but whatever. That risk came with the man. And he came with her team. They wanted the best? They get the whole package- him included.

Of course he would be eating. She could have made a bet on it and would have won. She couldn't quite decide whether to be amused or annoyed about his behaviour. She wanted to question the owners but with him eating and talking about the food made it very hard. Especially since the owner loved the compliments and would talk about his creations for hours. It actually made it hard to resist the temptation to try some herself but she had a job to do and eating would distract. She just wished that they would shut up and talk about the case. Sure, they eventually did answer all of her questions but God, was that annoying. A little bit more than usually even. But then again, everything (well, most of it anyway) he did made sense for the investigation, sort of.

What on earth was he planning on doing now? He had this gleam in his eyes with that little smile of his that let her alarm bells ring, loudly. This was so not going to end well- for her, eventually. She watched him carefully as he stood on the chair and started to talk. What the-? She wondered if sometimes he actually thought before he did something like that. Probably not as much as she wished he would. How long would it take for him to make a fool out of himself? Oh, she would pay to see that. The great Patrick Jane, wrong. But of course it didn't happen. Of course he was right once again. Too bad. She couldn't believe it when one of the men suddenly collapsed. Damn liar but it worked. They just found the guy who wrote the note and Jane had done nothing illegal and no other damage she would have had to fix. Fine with her. She just looked at him in disbelief when he gave her back the note. God, that man.

Another one of his theories. What else? She listened to his colourful theory, a little amused about the fun he was having. It sounded like fiction to her ears but a lot of his words did and a lot of his thoughts were correct- actually, all of them usually were- so she paid close attention throughout the whole speech. She couldn't go for it. As much sense as he made, she had to cover the most likely scenarios first and his wasn't part of that right now. She could promise to look into his idea later if hers didn't play out and so she did just that. He was usually right but she wasn't going to give in so easily. Leaving him hanging like that, however, was a lot of fun. He seemed to be alright with it, for now anyway but she had a feeling that he was going to pull another trick on her either way.

That was odd, she had to agree. The girl was a bit too ready to give up the name to not cause suspicion. Oh, no. He had done it again. Jackass. How many times had she already told him that hypnosis was illegal? Ugh, she was going to kill him. If anyone finds out that he hypnotized the girl, they'd get in deep trouble again. Well, her mostly and she was getting really tired of all the complaints. That was so not good for her personal file. She was going to run after him when he gave away Cho's name as help. This was getting out of hand. Cho? Really? Now she had to have eyes on him too or what? Jane was becoming contagious and that would be very exhausting for her, very fast. When she turned around again to shout at Jane, he was already gone and Cho took the opportunity to sneak out as well. She rolled her eyes and sighed before leaving herself.

They had their cars parked in the direction he was hitting. Jane. She had to hurry before the guy reached him. She had no doubt that Jane would not get out of it unharmed. Faster. No, she would never get to him in time if she'd just chase him. There had to be a shortcut somewhere. Gotcha. She ran as fast as she could and threw a glance sideways. She could already see him. A couple of meters more and they would collide... Next thing she knew was that she lay atop of their suspect and that she was putting handcuffs on him. She had made it in time. Perfect. Looking up at Jane, she couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. His face was priceless.

She heard the others talking about her tackle to save Jane. She wasn't exactly close by but they were talking loud enough for her to hear. When she heard Jane's words, she actually blushed a little. He did trust her. It was kind of sweet. She decided it was better that she wasn't standing right next to them at the moment. She would never hear the end of her reaction. Not from Jane, that is. As much as she could hide it from the others or simply overplay it by the fact that she was their boss, that would never work on him. He could read her like an open book even when she thought he couldn't and she knew it. And he didn't care that she practically was his boss, he'd act the same as always with a hint of disrespect in a teasing and sometimes even flirty kind of way. She didn't always mind if she was being completely honest with herself. Wait, flirty? How did that thought made it there?

The interrogation with Hector was interesting. She'd been called a lot but Oprah surely hadn't been on that list before. It was something new and she actually found it rather funny- not that she would or could say so. She found Jane's words kinda sweet when she came to think about it a little. Whatever he touched in Hector with his words, it worked because the guy started talking.

If he would just as much as mention a guy who liked redheads and motels she was going to scream. For real. And she really didn't care about the people around. He didn't want her to scream? That answer had come rather fast, a bit too fast in fact, she thought. Oh, she could have so much fun with that one... later. God, what was she thinking? Where was her mind going with this? Where would his mind be going if hers was already at a place it shouldn't be? No, she should not be thinking about either one of those. Not while working on a case anyway. No, not ever... Work. Case. Dead girl. Solve it. She focused again and her mind worked in cop-mode again. That was better.

That had been the best phone call she had ever been getting the whole day. She just couldn't wipe off the grin that was on her face. Not even when he came in and started talking like that. No, he couldn't make her mad. The news she had been received were far too good for that. Although somewhere in the back of her head one or two alarm bells were ringing already. But not loud enough to be concerned. She simply ignored them. His reaction, however, did catch her by surprise and raised suspicion. He was never waiting with his theories and ideas or whatever he had in mind. It would come to bite her later, she was sure of it, but right now, she was still far too happy to care.

What was he planning now? She stopped in the middle of the hallway to watch him as he pulled out his phone to make a call. She had no idea what he was doing besides the obvious. Wait! More romantic? Was he-? What? She couldn't exactly think straight, her mind went everywhere where she didn't want it to be. Not the moment. She could feel the blush coming up. He wasn't going to seduce her over a meal? Was that an 'I'm-never-going-to-seduce-you' or more of a 'I-will/would-just-not-over-a-meal'? She was going with the second. Wait, what? She was lying through her teeth and it wasn't even a good one. Damn. She used to be able to lie better, even with him but she was startled and frankly, rather flustered. God, she could have just held up a sign saying "Liar". And he knew it. He had to be pretty blind not to. What was he even saying? Jackass. Damn that man and the reactions she had to him.

Why was she in that motel room with him again? Right, his theory for the case. Was that Van Pelt on the TV? Apparently it was. She was listening to his explanation carefully. As weird as it was it made sense, as usual and he was right: If nothing happened there would be no harm done so she sat down on the couch and watched the scenario on TV play out. Jane was a little too excited for her liking but then again, he was a five year old on a sugar high. She put her feet on the table in front of her and crossed her arms. She could see the satisfaction on his face from the corner of her eyes. She felt him more move and lean in closer. It unnerved her enough to throw a glance at him. She couldn't look away somehow so she turned her head towards him. Big mistake. The look on his face was something she'd never seen before. It didn't exactly scare her but words failed her anyway. He leaned in even closer, a hand resting on her thigh. She automatically leaned backwards but didn't go far. Her feet fell off of the table as her back hit the armrest and Jane was hovering over her almost completely. He wouldn't seduce her over a meal, huh? Right... Theoretically, he was doing just that, only that they didn't have the meal but Rigsby and Van Pelt had instead and they could see it on their TV. Then again, the seduction phase was long over for them so he was sort of right.

"Jane..." She whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes, Lisbon, dear?"

He was so close. So, so close. The hand that had been on her leg before had moved next to her waist, to trap her where she was. Then his lips were on her neck and she forgot whatever she wanted to say.

"Nothing..."

Her stomach was tingling with anticipation from his touch and just increased when he put his hand on the small of her back and his lips brushed over her skin again. He was driving her crazy and she was sure that he knew it. She wanted more. She needed more. She grabbed his collar and pulled him up to kiss him. They didn't break apart for several seconds but once they did, she was breathless. He went right back to kiss her the next moment. She moved her hands up to his neck and through his hair and a leg over his. She wanted him even closer. He deepened the kiss and she welcomed the change immediately. They broke apart again and he kissed her neck, leaving her sighing and moaning. She tilted her head towards the TV, mostly to grant him better access which he took gladly. She opened her eyes just in time to see Van Pelt being in trouble. Damn, that was so not the moment but she had to react before her team got in even deeper trouble.

"Van Pelt...in trouble... Sorry." She managed to mumble somehow.

He didn't instantly backed away and she didn't push him off either. She wanted this too much herself to be that cruel. Eventually, he placed a last kiss on her neck and lips before pulling away. She got up, smiled at him blushing and rearranged her clothes as much as needed before leaving the motel.

Fuck. Jane. She needed to get back into the motel room right now. Don't let her be too late... Thank God the door was unlocked. She had a feeling that was Jane's doing. She burst through it, gun in her hand and facing to mad med. One with a knife and one with a gun. So not good. She had to stay calm before this got out of hand. That was thrown overboard rather fast when the owner decided to try his luck with his knife; running towards her and ready to kill her. She had to act so she did the only thing possible: shoot. He went down almost instantly. She turned towards his wife, both of them pointing their guns at each other. Please, don't make me shoot you. It was the wife or her. It didn't take long to make the decision as her shot rang out. She kneeled down next to the owner as Jane went to check on his wife. Dead. She looked up at him and a part of her heart broke at the look on his face. He was scared. She had seen almost all of his faces and she had seen or at least heard of scenarios like these but never had he been scared before. Not like this. She didn't feel any better herself, though. She had just shot two people. She was shocked and still a bit scared and she hated it. But he was alright, unharmed and so was she. That was some good news at least.

She still felt horrible. Being on that funeral only made it worse. She had the gratitude of the victim's family but it didn't really help. She'd never been so upset in her whole career. She just wanted to get away so when the family passed them, she turned around and walked of, following her team that had already left. She felt Jane close behind her and her heart skipped a beat when he lay his hand on her shoulder. Comfort. He was giving her some sort of public appropriate friendly comfort. She didn't look up, neither did she shake his hand off. It was welcomed and she not only tolerated but mostly appreciated the rare gesture. It was kind of sweet, actually. And it somehow even helped. She was glad for it and for him. She'd have to thank him for that later. She knew she'd be fine soon enough, although she couldn't quite tell yet if it'd be sooner with him around or if it would only delay the process. Either way, she was sure she wanted and perhaps even needed him around.