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Onereviewer:orangebean,askedwhyJanewouldwonderwhyLisbonwaspregnant?
The answer to that would be…Jane was thinking of all the reasons why Lisbon could be throwing up if she only had the common flu?... so he suspected that she might be pregnant only experiencing morning sickness…srry I didn't add that into my story..:)
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In sickness and in health
Part 4
"Can I umm…. can I ask you a personal question?" This definitely caught Lisbon off guard, causing her heart to skip a beat.
"Uh sure Jane. What is it?' she asked taking another sip.
Jane placed his tea beside the couch and looked down at his hands thoughtfully, as if preparing his words correctly.
"Lisbon, are you pregnant?"
Lisbon almost choked on her water. "What?"
"I mean you would tell me if you were right?"
"What the hell kind of a question is that?" she yelled putting down her water angrily. Jane had expected this, but he had to know.
"It's just,… well you have the flu, Lisbon! Normal people don't throw their guts up when they have the flu! What am I supposed to think?"
"THAT'S JUST IT JANE! YOU DON'T THINK, YOU JUST ASSUME AND ACCUSE!" she screamed.
"YOU'RE NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION." Now they were both yelling at each other.
"WHY SHOULD I JANE? IT'S CERTAINLY NON OF YOUR DAMN BUSSINESS IS IT!"
"SO YOU'RE ADMITTING IT THEN? YOU ARE—"
"NO JANE I'M NOT ADMITTING ANYTHING!"
"REALLY? CAUSE YOU'RE DEFINITELY NOT DENYING IT EITHER!"
"I SWEAR ONE MORE WORD JANE AND-"
"TELL ME, TELL ME I'M WRONG!"
"YOU'RE WRONG! IAMNOTPREGNANT!" she roared.
"REALLY? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CHECKED? HOWSUREAREYOULISBON?TELLME,LISBON!HOWSUREYOUARETHATYOUARENOTPREGNANT!"
"I CHECKED!"
"WHEN LISBON? WHEN?"
"THREE MONTHS AGO, BEFORE—"
"THREE MONTHS AGO?" he stood up abruptly. "LISBON. THERE'S A HUGE CHANCE THAT—"
"I AM NOT PREGNANT JANE!"she screamed standing up with him, her hands balling into fists.
"OH SO YOU AND MASHBURN NEVER—"
"JANE! I AM NOT—"
"LISBON WILL YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF? HOW DO YOU KNOW? YOU CAN'T, IF YOU HAVEN'T CHECKED FOR THAT LONG—"
"I JUST KNOW OKAY!"
"NO YOU DON'T LISBON! YOU DON'T KNOW!"
"WAIT..THAT'S WHY," said Lisbon pointing an angry finger stepping closer and almost jabbing him in the face with it. "THAT'S WHY YOU DIDN'T MAKE ME COFFEE LIKE USUAL! YOU THOUGHT I WAS PREGNANT! I CAN'T BELIVE YOU—"
"WHY LISBON? IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I MIGHT ACTUALLY CARE! THAT MAYBE I CARE IF YOU'RE PREGNANT WITH HIS BABY!" Jane realized he'd said too much.
Lisbon took a step toward him. "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"
"NOTHING!" he turned away from her pulling a frustrated hand through his golden curls. "Nothing," he repeated softly.
They stood in silence for a few moments, just frozen like statues.
"Jane," Lisbon spoke in a quiet tone. "I'm notpregnant."
Jane spun around and in a flash he was almost only an inch from her. "YOU CAN'T KNOW THAT LISBON!" he yelled. "YOU COULD BE PREGNANT!"
"BUT I'M NOT!"
"THREE MONTHS IS TOO LONG LISBON, YOU KNOW THE CHANCES—"
"JANE—"
"LISBON, YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT, JUST ADMIT IT!"
"YOU ARE NOT RIGHT, JANE. IN FACT, YOU ARE COMPLETELYWRONG!"
"YOU THINK SO, HUH?"
"I KNOWSO."
"PROVE IT."
"CAN'T YOU JUST BELIVE ME AND LEAVE IT ALONE ALREADY?"
"YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT!"
"AND WHY IS THAT?" Lisbon watched as all of the anger disappeared from Jane's features. How his hands unclenched and his jaw loosened and even trembled a bit, at her words. So she went on.
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE? YOU PESTER ME AT WORK. GET ME INTO TROUBLE. NO WONDER I HAVE SUCH A DAMN HEADACHE ALL DAY! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME SO ANGRY! OH I KNOW, BECAUSE YOU'RE JANE AND JANE DOES WHAT JANE WANTS, NEVERMIND ANYONE ELSE'S CAREER, ANYONE ELSE'S FEELINGS. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO SELFISH? YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOURSELF!"
Jane stepped closer anger gripping his chest uncontrollably. How dare she assume he didn't care for anyone else but himself? He cared. He certainly cared for her. "I do care Lisbon," he said, enraged. "Why do you think I'm here?"
"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'TKNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE? I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN KEPT YOU AROUND THIS LONG? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE ALREADY!"
"NO, LISBON! I'M NOTGOINGANYWHERE!"
"JANE!"
"LISSBON!"
Lisbon sighed, turning away from Jane and calming herself a bit, letting him do the same. She sneezed and immediately began searching for a tissue. She heard him move slowly behind her and then he was turning her back around to look at him, handing her a tissue.
Lisbon accepted it gratefully and blew her nose. She felt an urge to run and lock herself in her room as Jane bent lower to meet her gaze and tilted her chin upwards to see her face clearer. "You can tell me you know," he whispered quietly like she was the only person in the world that could hear it.
Lisbon just stared. His eyes were such a beautiful sea blue, but there was something else about them. The twinkle they got when he was excited or had an idea or scheme was gone. In its place was something much more prominent—concern. He was concerned that she could be pregnant? Why wouldn't he be happy for her? I mean she wasn't pregnant, she knew that… but if she had been, why wouldn't he be happy for her? And why did he think she was pregnant? It couldn't just be because she'd thrown up could it? Was she really that fat that he thought she was having a baby?
Lisbon took a deep breath thinking about how to word it just right. And then her gaze flickered up to his. "I promise," she began, whispering so quiet only he could hear. "…with the sincerity that I would be with anything concerning RedJohn, that I am not pregnant," she said softly never taking her eyes away from his to prove she was telling the truth.
That sealed the deal. Of course it would. Lisbon would never be anything but serious over Red John, and she wouldn't use his past as a way to avoid a question either, especially when he'd always find out the real answer anyway. "I believe you," he said simply as he straightened and took his hands off her shoulders slowly.
Lisbon gave a small smile. "Good," she said softly.
They stood there for a few long moments just staring at each other. Lisbon looked at Jane. He really was handsome. Curly blonde hair and facially a clean yet handsome rubble –she hated guys with lots of facial hair, mustaches, beards…nope not attractive—but Jane was always fashionably different. For instance where most businessmen wore the ordinary suit, Jane wore his signature three -piece suit, everyday! Even when the California summers produced their hottest temperatures, he didn't even break a sweat or move to unbutton his vest a little. How he did it she'd never know, like most things concerning Jane.
Suddenly something caught her eyes…
Jane wasn't wearing his signature suit. It was the first time she'd noticed it. She'd never seen him wear anything other than his three-piece suit…. never.
Instead Jane had replaced it with something much more casual; a simple white T-shirt and black jeans. Of course he kept the brown leather shoes. Lisbon's heart skipped a beat. She could see his chest through the shirt, but more surprisingly she could see his… abs. Jane didn't work out… Did he? But to her surprise Jane was in fact a very muscular man, his arms forming large muscular biceps and triceps, really his whole arms were muscular and she'd already mentioned his chest… Lisbon had always known Jane was attractive. Hell, every time she was seen at crime scene with him she'd could see the other women whispering and tossing their hair at him or sending him flirtatious smiles. Of course Jane never seemed to really even notice. This had often amused her really, because those women would think she was with Jane. They'd glare jealously at her, even when they were just grabbing a coffee at Marie's. But this was different. She certainly would never have guessed.
Jane followed her gaze confused. "What?" he asked, totally oblivious.
Lisbon snapped out of her trance and came back to reality, trying as hard as she could to contain the tomato red blushing of her cheeks that followed. "Uh…you're wearing a different shirt."
But instead of smirking and calling her on her embarrassed blush, Jane turned back to the couch to retrieve their cups and took them to the kitchen. Not wanting to see her reaction or even deal with it, he called back to her. "After what you did to the other one, when you were sick last night, I went to my house and packed a few things."
Lisbon nodded. And then it clicked in…
"Wait! What?" she hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the tissue box on the way and met him by the sink. "A few things?"
Herecomesthestorm,thoughtJanewithasigh.He turned just in time for her to screech to a halt in front of him, almost running into his chest.
"Lisbon," he took a deep breath ready for the angry storm Lisbon was working up in her head. "You're sick, I told you I was going to look after you. Remember when I said I was always going to save you? This is just another form of that promise!"
Lisbon shifted modes, quickly. "Jane, I don't need saving, how many times have I told you that?"
"You told me yourself your flu symptoms are coming back!"
"Yeah, but I can deal with that! I'm fit as a fiddle and I can look after myself!" she planted her hands on her hips to further exaggerate her point. Then glancing at the kitchen clock behind his head Jane watched her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. "Oh my goodness! Look at the time, I need to get to work!"
This was not going well for Jane. "Lisbon!Youarenotgoingtowork!"
"Jane, I'm not fighting with you again! I'm going to work and that's final!"
"Lisbon, you can't. Cho has already taken over the case. I told them you weren't well enough to come to work for a few days. Van Pelt told Minelli and he gave us two weeks off!"
Lisbon stopped short of a witty remark. "Us?"
"Yes, us. Lisbon you deserve it, you've been working way to hard lately, especially with all that paperwork!"
"Well, maybe if a certain consultant of mine listened to the rules once in a while, I wouldn't have all that paperwork!"
"Rules, rules, rules! Why do we always have to follow these silly rules?"
"It's the CBI! We enforcethe rules! Jane I am going to work and you can't stop me!"
"Actually Lisbon I can. I think you'll find all the exits from your apartment, boarded up with booby traps."
Lisbon froze and then smirked. "Ha hah. Very funny Jane, I almost believed you!"
"I thought you might!"
"Jane—" she whined in a way that almost made him give in. But he had other ideas, better ideas.
"Well," Jane said stepping closer until she had backed herself up against the kitchen wall. He brought his arms up to rest on the wall on either side of her head and trap her against him. Lisbon glanced around for an escape but came up empty. She froze when he brought his lips to her ear. "Then I guess I'll have to persuade you."
Was that okay? Well, I have a question for you Jisbon fans! If Jane and Lisbon were to play –"Truth or Dare" what are some good questions you would like them to ask each other? Pls reply…. I'm writing another story involving them and the game and I need your feedback. Message and review me pls! Thank you and love you guys so much!
-Jamhead