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Chapter Three

Despite the fact that the CBI had given them a few more days to hang around in Vegas Lisbon booked the first flight she could find out of there. She wanted to return home where they could safely figure out a contingency plan. Knowing Wainwright the rest of the office had more than likely already been told about her and Jane, so pretending nothing had changed was not an option.

"I'm not changing my name to Special Agent Jane," she informed him as she closed the door to her room and locked it for the last time. "One Jane is already too much for the office to handle."

Jane smiled at her comment, snatching her bag from the floor before she could reach it. "That's okay Lisbon, I've already made peace with Lisbon-Jane." She glared at him in response. "We'll still call you Lisbon, but what's the point of getting married if there aren't a few changes in your life?"

"I wasn't exactly planning on getting married," she muttered before heading for the elevator. Everything had been paid for, except the honeymoon suite she and Jane had been given free of charge after Clark had apparently tried to his luck a second time and Jane had thanked him for his efforts by giving him a black eye. Apparently Jane got a lot braver when he was drunk. The receptionist gave the two of them a weary smile as they returned the keys, probably afraid of a repeat performance of last night. Lisbon would have felt embarrassed but she couldn't really remember what had happened last night so instead she ignored the woman. There was no sign of Clark. The man seemed to have finally gotten the hint that Lisbon wasn't interested – and now neither was she available. She wanted to shudder at the though. Her, a married woman, when just a day earlier she'd been pretty sure she'd never be married. And the fact that her spouse was Jane… this was going to take a heck of a lot of time to get use to.

The cab ride went a lot better this time, Jane keeping his big mouth shut for once. Naturally his silence got to her after a while and, unable to stop herself, she sneaked a peek. The bloody man was sleeping! How dare he sleep while she was sitting there stressing about the repercussions of their actions!

Without even bothering to open his eyes he smiled at her. "Sorry Lisbon, but someone kept me up most of last night."

He was damn lucky they were in full view of the driver or she would've taken a proper swing at him. Instead she had to settle for glaring, even though she knew he couldn't see her. He'd know and that was enough. Crossing her arms she sat back in her seat, turning her body away from Jane so she could sulk. She should've known he wouldn't allow her the privilege, sneaking his arm around her and pulling her towards him. She practically fell into his lap in the process.

"Jane!" she complained, struggling heartily to get back up. He held her in place, trapping her against his chest.

"Come on Teresa, I know you got just as little sleep as I did." He murmured in her ear. The use of her first name got her to sit still. She should've expected him to do so, he was now her husband after all but it still caught her off guard. "Sit back and relax a bit,"

"Over my dead body," she muttered, struggling once more but Jane's grip was like an iron vice. "Jane – Jane, please, this is really unprofessional…"

"This isn't really a professional situation Teresa," he whispered.

Once more the use of her name made her tense. She wasn't sure why but her temper was suddenly taking a spike. "If you're going to keep doing that can you at least shorten it to Reese?"

"But I like Teresa," he teased, goofy grin still in place. Mouth pulled into a tight frown she made a hard yank backwards, although it didn't make much of a difference to her position, his arms firmly keeping her in place. "But," his head dipped and lips captured her unsuspecting mouth, "I guess I can get use to it,"

The real question, Lisbon though as he finished and raised his head to its original position, was if she was ever going to get use to the new attention she was getting from Jane. And if she was ever going to get over the change their relationship had taken.

"Humour me just for a few minutes. I sleep better when you're there,"

She didn't believe him for one second but fighting him on it right there in front of the taxi driver didn't seem like the brightest idea. So, against her own choice of course, she let out a frustrated breath of air, lowered her head onto his chest and closed her eyes. It felt oddly nice, not that she'd ever tell him that out loud. Nice smelling his purely male, purely Jane, smell, nice hearing the steady beat of his heart, something most people would swear he didn't have. Without even realizing what she was doing her breathing slowed and within seconds fell asleep, never even noticing that Jane had told the truth and had already joined her in dreamland.

Sleep was not something that normally came easily to Patrick Jane. Most nights were spent tossing and turning before finally, just when the sun was just beginning to rise and he figured he should probably get up, it would hit him. Unfortunately those naps brought about by pure exhaustion never lasted long either. Half an hour later he'd be wide awake again and heading for the bullpen where the hustle and bustle of the office would act as his natural caffeine. He'd given up on coffee ages ago in pursuit of easier sleep but even the lack of actual caffeine didn't ease his nights. It had been through luck alone that he had discovered the one place he could catch a brief nap. The couch in the bullpen was too close to the noise. And while he normally pretended to zone out there he never really could. The couch in Lisbon's office was a different story altogether. Listening to her mock scoff before the soft tapping of fingers against the computer keyboard filled the air had brought a peace to his soul that Jane had never expected. He knew it wasn't the environment in Lisbon's office but the woman herself, even if he would never mention it out loud. It had proved to be the one place he could switch off conman Jane and just enjoy the peace and quiet that Lisbon gave off like a radiant light.

It seemed that ability of hers wasn't restricted to the CBI.

Jane cracked open one sleepy eyelid, his sleep fogged brain taking a second or two to adjust before he opened the other. The taxi was still moving, an obvious sign that he hadn't even slept more than a few minutes because the airport wasn't all that far away. That he had slept at all was a miracle in itself. He usually chose time consuming activities to force a nap, like a plane ride, surveillance or avoiding paperwork, but this time it seemed his subconscious had chosen for him. He shifted backwards to find a more comfortable position, settling Lisbon more firmly against him in the process. He froze, afraid that he had disturbed her sleep, but she simply mumbled a stream of incoherent words – the only one he could make out was "Jane" in a scolding tone – before resuming her nap. She was going to be extremely angry at him when they reached the airport but he decided he could live with that. Right now he needed the time to think things through.

His hand automatically reached for hers, his thumb stroking over the ring that was still on her finger. How it stayed there was beyond him. Lisbon was a small woman and thus naturally her fingers were much smaller than his. He was going to have to get her a new one.

The thought brought him back to the real dilemma. He was married. To Lisbon. Oh god what had he done? He wasn't ready for marriage, not after all that he'd been through. Heck, he hadn't even felt ready for a relationship despite the fact that it had been more than eight years. Lisbon had been the one who had pushed him to get out there, to take the chance to get to know someone else that he could love just as much as he had loved Angela. He was pretty sure she had never had herself in mind. He sure as hell hadn't had himself in mind when he'd hinted she take her own advice. He'd even gone out of his way to push her towards Mashborn just to get her to forget about worrying about him. She never had. She was like a dog with a bone, once she got her jaws into it there wasn't a chance in heaven or hell she was ever going to let go.

Just thinking about Angela made his heart ache with sorrow, regret, and now, the idea that he had betrayed her. Within those eight years he'd done no more than give another woman one tiny kiss – something he had regretting from the second he had realized what he'd done – and now he'd gone and done everything he'd sworn he's never do again all in one single night. Somewhere someone was laughing at him, he was sure of it. His gaze dropped to only person in the world he trusted. He wished he could give her everything she wanted, no, everything she deserved, but he couldn't. He was a broken shell of a man, incapable of living for anything in life except the rage and revenge he sought for the deaths he had caused. It wasn't fair on her, and he knew it. Lisbon deserved someone who worshipped the very ground she walked on, someone who knew how lucky they were to have a woman so caring, so special. Someone who loved her to a fault. He could never be that someone. He would be there for her, try and give her the support she needed but his heart simply wasn't his to give away anymore.

He wasn't entirely sure why the thought left him feeling utterly depressed.

There was a reason Lisbon chose never to take short power naps in public places. She was a woman who loved her sleep more than she cared to admit and being woken up was never a pleasant sensation for her. In fact it often left her feeling just a teeny tiny bit grumpy. Jane, she was sure, knew this by now and therefore she refused to be held liable for her mood when he nudged her awake.

"Wakey wakey Sunshine," his murmur was laced with charm as he breathed the words into her ear. She swatted his hand away with a quick flick of her wrist before she forced her eyes open. She nearly shut them again when she realized just where she was. How was she supposed to scold Jane when she was practically sitting on the man's lap? He was waiting for her angry reaction, the small smile on his face made that much clear. Instead she narrowed her eyes at him, settling for a scowl instead of a shout, before pulling away from him. He let her go this time, his smirk growing as she remembered to check her hair this time.

"Not one word Jane," she warned before swinging the door open with a tiny bit too much force. She heard his chuckle before she slammed it shut again. Infuriating man! She left Jane to deal with the bags while she checked her cell phone. She'd put it on silent shortly after Wainwright's call that morning and had yet to regret it. There was a missed call from Cho. Two from Van Pelt. With a sigh of frustration she stuck the phone back in her pocket. She would deal with her Agent's queries as soon as she herself had figured it out.

"Everything okay, Lisbon?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin. Damn the man for his ability to sneak up on her. She hated being caught by surprise and he knew it. She swung around, more than ready to take her mood out on him, but froze when she saw the look on his face. Jane was never one to show much emotion, especially when he felt vulnerable. It was something the two of them had in common to some extent. The difference was while she hid it behind a bad mood or pretended it didn't exist, Jane morphed into his happy go lucky bordering on psychopathic mode. He was being honest with her at the time, showing her he was just as unsettled and worried about the whole situation, and she thought it only fair to be open with him in return.

"I don't know what to tell them Jane." She told him honestly. "I could tell them the truth and have them worry, or I can lie and have to live with the guilt of doing so? I don't know where we're going from here and honestly, I'd prefer that we do before I tell them anything."

Jane nodded in understanding. "Well, they are practically your family,"

She felt her eyebrows dip in a frown. "Our. Our family, not just mine Jane. Oh god, family…" What the hell was she going to tell her brothers? Hi guys, you know the consultant I've been complaining about for ages? Ya, well, we just got married! She gave them two days tops before they pitch at her doorstep with shotguns. They didn't care that she was a federal agent and fully capable to taking care of herself. To them she'd always be their sister, the person every brother was sworn to protect. And if Jane was going to be his normal self there was no question they were going to see him as unsuitable. "It's a good thing you know when to run Jane,"

She left him there to ponder her words while she grabbed her bag. Three quarters of an hour later they were finally seated in the plane. Both of them had been relatively quiet since their talk outside the taxi and that wasn't about to change soon. An airplane wasn't exactly the perfect place to have the little heart to heart they desperately needed to have. Unfortunately after her nap in the taxi another one didn't seem all that likely. Jane on the other hand seemed to disagree. He waved his hand like an overeager student at the airhostess so he could once more get a pillow. Lisbon rolled her eyes at him and, in an attempt to ignore him, fished around in her small carry on bag for a book. She had just found her place when the airhostess appeared making her promptly drop the book in surprise. It was her! The woman who had annoyed her so much the previous flight was on the plane again, only this time Lisbon couldn't correct her on Jane not being her husband. If only the irony could kill her.

"How can I help you Mr…"

"Jane. Would it be too much trouble to ask for a pillow?"

"Not at all, I'll get one right away. Would you like one too, Mrs. Jane?"

It took Lisbon a few seconds to remember that was her. "Oh, eh, no thank you, I'm good." With a nod of her head and a smile that Lisbon found annoyingly friendly she was off. Lisbon didn't even have to look at Jane to know he had an annoying smirk on his lips. "Keep smiling like that and I'll make sure you just might lose something you like, Jane,"

He laughed out loud at that and, to Lisbon's surprise, leaned forward to place a quick kiss on her temple. "Of course you will Mrs. Jane," As he returned to an his place Lisbon saw the airhostess out of the corner of her eye, now beaming like only a true romantic could. If only she knew Lisbon thought dryly as she returned to her book.

"I should've guessed," Lisbon muttered as they left the airport building. She had known the others would be worried but had assumed they would at least give her until she returned to work before they would try and force any information from her. By the look on Cho's face she was going to have to spill if she really wanted to return home tonight.

He stood right in their way, his arms crossed over his chest and his face in his usual unreadable mask. Rigsby and Van Pelt stood behind him, both looking concerned. At least she could still read some of her agents.

"Cho's angry," Jane warned her softly. Lisbon almost stopped right there and then. How the heck did he know how Cho was feeling? The agent was like a statue, cool and impassive, and yet Jane seemed to know exactly what was going on in his head. And how exactly did Jane know she couldn't read the man?

"You need to get a hobby," She didn't bother shortening her strides because, honestly, running away wasn't going to make them back down. They were simply concerned about their boss and making sure if she was okay. Even if they knew it could annoy the living daylights out of her. "Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt. Imagine seeing you here. Going somewhere for a case?" She saw a flicker of guilt from Grace but the younger woman remained quiet. Lisbon forced herself to remain calm. Okay, she was going to have to set this straight. It wasn't going to be easy but right now there wasn't exactly a point of ignoring it. She took a deep breath, willing the no nonsense cop Lisbon to take over. "Okay guys, let's not beat around the bush here. I'm sure Wainwright couldn't wait to let you know exactly what happened so I'm not going to lie and tell you otherwise. Yes, Jane and I got married." That finally got a reaction from the rest. A mixture of surprise and disbelieve that made it obvious they hadn't wanted to believe Wainwright. "We didn't go to Vegas with the intention of getting married –" biggest understatement of the century "- but we did. We'd appreciate your support but if you don't like the idea then I'm afraid it's too late. Deal with it." Without looking them in the eye she started moving forward, eager to get away from there as fast as her legs could carry her. Van Pelt's question however stopped her right in her track.

"You're happy about it though, right boss?" Lisbon turned her head toward her, surprised to see the hopefulness in her eyes. "You're happy you got married?"

Lisbon eyes flicked towards Jane for just a second. Was she happy about it? Her first reaction when she had found out would have hinted at a big fat no, but right now she wasn't all that sure. Jane had been her friend for some time now and she enjoyed his company, enjoyed the way he always seemed to know how to make her laugh and that he could tell when she felt sad and needed a shoulder to lean on. She'd been worried about him lately, about how little sleep he'd been getting and how obsessed he became when it came to Red John. She'd be able to keep an eye on him now, make sure he was safe. Her fingers fidgeted with the ring still there. Her eyes met Jane's and for the first time since that morning she had the strange feeling that things could actually work out.

She felt the small smile that kept across her face all on its own accord. "Yes, I'm happy," She expected to be challenged, to be told she couldn't possibly want to be married to a man like Jane. Instead she was greeted with a rare show of affection as Grace threw her arms around her in a tight hug. Apparently she had been convincing enough for the young agent.

"If you're happy then the rest of us can't be anything else," she said as she pulled back.

Rigby stepped forward and for his turn at a hug. "Congratulations Agent Jane,"

"Lisbon," she insisted.

"Lisbon-Jane,' Jane countered.

Lisbon glared at him, smacking him playfully in retaliation. She was smiling broadly by the time Cho approached her. His hug was more honest than she had expected.

"Congratulations boss." He took a step back, his expression turning serious. "If he ever hurts you in any way…" he started but Lisbon stopped him with a laugh.

"Don't worry, I know how to use a gun."

Hope you guys are still happy with the story. Here's to hoping I have chapter 4 for you by Saturday next week!