A/N: Good lord it's been ages! After a very LONG hiatus, I've decided to continue my writing, and in doing so, have also decided to make another chapter to this story, now i know it was changed to 'Complete' but an idea kinda popped into my noggin so i decided to add another chapter.

I hope this chapter is just as good as the previous one.

Enjoy

It defiantly wasn't Sunday the alarm doesn't go off on a Sunday. It was in fact Monday. Gruelling Monday, Jane thought as he threw a hand out to shut off the annoying piece of technology. Whoever put Monday at the start of the week needed shooting and he could think of a certain someone who would agree with him and do the shooting herself. A loud groan indicated that Lisbon was awake and gloomy. Not a very good morning person or a Monday person for that matter. A cool rush of air pulled him from his thoughts.

Patrick rolled over to see Lisbon already getting out of bed. "What, no morning hug?" His gruff voice startled her causing her to turn around.

"I thought you were still asleep." Stretching out her aching muscles from last night's extreme work out at the gym she leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek and went to get up. Only to be stopped by Jane's strong arms around her waist.

Lisbon tried to pull free, "Jane c'mon duty calls..." she whined as she tried to pull free again.

"Duty can wait," he let her go some, but kept his hands on her hips. "Sit"

Teresa cocked an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"You're sore, let me give you a massage," seeing the hesitant look on her face he gave her one of his best smiles, "I'll be quick," he said, already pulling her to sit down on the bed.

"You promise?" Lisbon asked, finally giving into him and sitting on the bed.

"Cross my heart, hope to die..." He said as he started to smooth out the knots in her back and shoulders. She worked too hard, he thought.

A low groan escaped her lips from somewhere deep inside her throat as she sagged into his amazing, gentle touch. How the hell did he get good at this?

About ten minutes later Jane stopped and kissed the back of her, "All done Teresa."

Coming out of her daze, she stood from the bed, "Really?" she murmured. "Hey, where'd you learn to do that?"

"What're you talking about?" He asked getting up and heading to the bathroom.

The look of confusion on his face made Lisbon laugh, "I'm talking about the incredible massages!"

"Oh!" Coming back out of the bathroom, "Well, I don't know. I haven't taken any practise, or had any classes if that's what you mean." He said, going to the closet and pulling out a suit shirt and jacket he placed them on the bed, and then went to grab some boxers, socks and suit trousers out the drawers.

"Well, you should do that more often. Certainly gets you more brownie points." Teresa replied suddenly getting up and heading towards the drawers herself.

Now, there's an idea, I always want to make a good impression... A smirk appeared on Jane's face; he raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the person who gave him such a wonderful idea.

Teresa noticed Patrick staring at her, "What?"

"Well," Jane drew out the word as he took her hand and yanked her back to the bed, "Brownie points ya say?" He grinned wickedly.

"Call in sick?" She suggested with a grin of her own. He laughed she loved his laugh. Yep, maybe Monday's weren't so bad.

A/N: Hmmmmm! For me this didn't live up to the first one. I am a bit rusty, but hey ho!

Review if you wish constructive criticism is always welcome, tell me where I'm going wrong? Things I could change?

Thanks for reading :)

-Becks-