Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This chapter is fueled by candy and my frustration with children incapable of listening after they've eaten their body weight in candy. Man I love this holiday (insert sarcasm here). I now have to take Indiana Jones, a Dalmatian puppy and a good witch out to get even more candy, I love being a mom! Oh, I may have gotten some dates wrong in here, sorry about that, let me know if you know something that I don't about how long it's been since Lisbon was in San Francisco. Blame for this chapter goes to .x.x. Cordelia .x.x., who got me thinking, always a dangerous thing.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, my house would be the cool house that gives out full sized chocolate candy bars. As it is, we only get a handful of trick or treators; I guess no one thinks to come along the main street :(
Nothing Else 3
"Lisbon?" The voice startled her and she looked up quickly, her jaw dropping when she saw who was standing in the glow cast by the porch light.
"Bosco?" Lisbon blinked to make sure she wasn't seeing things, then immediately regretted her decision to remain in her baseball jersey night gown. She had no desire for this man to see so much of her uncovered. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I had to talk to you." He was standing on the bottom step of the porch, just inside the small pool of light cast by her front porch light.
"About what?" She thought she knew. The last time she was in this position she had been able to tell him that she had taken
"I've really enjoyed working with you again; it's been too long really."
"Not this again." She mumbled under her breath and leaned against the door jam. She looked out over the tiny patches of green that wove around the professionally maintained complex looking for Pink, hoping that he would finish his business soon; she had no desire to be having this conversation.
"I don't love her Teresa, that hasn't changed. I try, but working with you again, all those feelings, they just come back."
"You need to leave Sam."
"Why?"
Was he serious? "You're married. You were married 10 years ago, you are still married. Until and unless that changes, nothing will ever come from your unhealthy attraction to me."
"We have an understanding. She doesn't want a divorce, but she doesn't want me. She's ok with me seeking comfort elsewhere."
"Oh come on Bosco, do you really expect her to believe that?"
The new voice startled Lisbon, so caught up in the argument with Bosco that she didn't notice another car pulling into the parking space by her front door, or the man watching from just outside the pool of light.
"Jane, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are apparently, though, I don't have nearly the same hang ups you do."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I may have enough baggage to fill a 747, but you, you're married. You don't even have the courtesy of telling your wife that not only are you no longer attracted to her, you haven't been in what, fifteen years? And that you go around, lying about it, to have sex with younger women."
Jane had been walking towards him the whole time he was talking and was now standing in front of Bosco in what most people would call a challenging pose. Bosco ignored him.
"I wasn't talking to you maggot, I was talking to Teresa."
"Are you drunk?" Jane sniffed the air around him, "You are drunk. Does your wife know where you are?"
"No one asked you to come here Jane."
"And no one asked you, yet, you seem to feel you have a right."
"I've known her longer than you."
Jane looked at him curiously for a minute before turning towards Lisbon. "Good morning Lisbon, how are you doing?"
Smirking at him she said, "I was fine until Pink woke me up to come outside."
"He is a bit rascally isn't he?"
"Pink?" Bosco asked just to insert himself in the conversation.
"Her cat," Jane answered turning back towards Bosco.
"How the hell do you know about her cat?"
"Really Bosco, you shouldn't drink and drive, or think for that matter, it makes you even surlier than you usually are." Jane knew that he was provoking the older man, but he just couldn't help it, he didn't like him, and he was encouraging Lisbon to help him committed adultery, it just wasn't right.
"Jane…" Lisbon warned from the porch, wishing that she had decided to put on a robe or a pair of shorts.
"It's ok Lisbon, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, I'll just be going, I'll see you in the morning." He didn't want to go, but, it was just easier than fighting, in public, on Lisbon's front porch. He didn't want her to get upset with him, that's not why he came over tonight.
"What? You're just going to insult me and leave?" Bosco asked getting right up into Jane's face.
"No, I didn't come to insult you, I came to see Lisbon, but I'm leaving because I can tell that the last thing she wants is to have the cops called because of noise violations from our 'discussion' out here. So yes, I'm leaving, even though I don't-"
He didn't get a chance to finish as Bosco's fist connected with his jaw. Jane staggered backwards, struggling to keep his balance. He looked up just in time to see Lisbon barreling off the steps and into Bosco, tackling him to the ground.
How she managed to keep him pinned Jane did not know, what he did know was that the baseball jersey was shorter than the football jersey, and he could see just that much more skin, up to just the curve of her ass…
"Leave Bosco, now. Go home to your wife, never come to my house again and I won't call the cops." Lisbon gingerly got off of Bosco glaring at him just long enough to make sure he was leaving before turning towards Jane who was suspiciously not looking at her. "Are you ok Jane?"
"Um…" Jane rubbed his jaw where Bosco had hit, wincing at the pain.
"Come on inside, I'll get some ice for you." Lisbon turned towards the house, pausing in the doorway to let Pink enter. Jane couldn't help but watch her as she moved; this was not how he had thought his showing up at Lisbon's house in the middle of the night would go.
Really, he hadn't thought he'd do more than just sit in his car and look at her house, waiting to see if a light came on at some point. But now, he had a growing bruise on his jaw, and he was following a scantily clad Lisbon into her house. He'd never really been a big fan of football or baseball, but he was changing his mind.
"Are you coming Jane?" Lisbon asked looking over her shoulder at him.
"Um, yeah, coming." He mumbled following her. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Authors Note: Humm, not sure I like this. Oh well. Next chapter will be better, promise.
