A/N- Sorry, guys, I know it's been forever. I'll try to do better.

Chapter 4

Jane settled onto the sofa at CBI with a bump and a sigh. What a day. He looked around the bullpen for a moment, then picked up his jacket and the brown paper sack he had brought with him and headed to Lisbon's office. He opened the door, not bothering to knock. Lisbon looked up.

"What's that?"

"A picnic. I didn't get to have my picnic last time, remember? Today, I want my picnic."

"You didn't get your picnic because a dead man fell out of the sky! I'd say that takes precedence over a stupid picnic!"

"Meh. We caught the guy that did it. And last week some psychotic hypnotist tried to have Rigsby fling me off of a ten-story rooftop. I still want my picnic." Jane walked over to peer out Lisbon's office window, turning back to grin at her. "See? Not a cloud or a dead man in the sky."

Lisbon sighed, smiling in spite of herself. "OK, find the team. It's lunchtime, anyway."

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"So, what's up with them?" Grace looked across the bullpen at Rigsby as she grabbed her jacket. Jane and Lisbon were already headed for the elevators, Jane carrying a large sack. Lisbon had told them to meet at the park across from CBI, Jane had brought food.

"What do you mean, what's up? We're going to eat. Man, I hope Jane got pizza. I'm starved," Rigsby headed out from behind the desk.

"No, seriously, they're different now. You don't notice?"

"Nope, haven't noticed a thing. About those two, anyway."

Grace shook her head, following Rigsby to the elevator bank, Cho bringing up the rear. Maybe I'm imagining things.

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"Move over."

"You move over. I was here first."

"No, you move over! It's my house!"

"Teresa, I'm hurt. How can you pull rank on me like that?"

"Easy, you're a couch hog. Now, move!" Lisbon shoved at Jane, moving him marginally down the sofa. She sighed. There. Now she at least had elbow room.

"Teresa?"

"Mmm?"

"Why are we watching this?"

"Because it's my favorite movie. We watched what you wanted to last night."

"Yes, and it made sense. What is this movie, anyway?"

"You're kidding, right? You've never seen Princess Bride?"

"Obviously not. I know I'd remember. That Humpty Dumpty fellow alone is enough to assure that."

"Prince Humperdink, and stop making fun. It's my turn, it's my favorite, and you can go somewhere else if you don't like it."

"Seriously? What is so great about this?"

Lisbon sighed, pausing the DVD. "It's just great, is all. Girl loves boy, boy seemingly dies, then he comes back to save her from a terrible fate, and they live happily ever after. What could be better? Aside from the fact that the boy is really cute." Lisbon gave Jane an impish grin.

"Meh. You call that cute. No offense, Lisbon, but you need glasses."

"Oh, I need glasses. All right, Mr. 20/20, enlighten me. What's your idea of attractive?" Lisbon crossed her arms over her chest, wishing she could smack that silly grin off Jane's face. Or kiss it off, either one. She mentally shook herself, but the attempt was halfhearted. Admit it, he's getting to you, Lisbon.

"Nah, why spoil the fun?" Jane rose from the sofa, stretching. "I'm for bed. Enjoy the rest of your movie. Want a towel, in case the drooling gets out of hand?" Jane ducked, a sofa cushion sailing over his head. "Take that as a no."

"Oh, go to bed." Lisbon hit PLAY, turning her attention to the TV again, and jumped a foot at the whisper in her ear.

"My idea of attractive is right in front of me, Teresa, and if you can't see that, you really do need glasses. 'Night." Jane brushed her cheek with a kiss, then headed down the hall, leaving Lisbon to stare, unseeing, at the screen in front of her.

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Lisbon jerked awake, looking around the room and seeing nothing. What woke me up? Then she heard it, a voice, down the hall. Jane, it's just Jane. The voice continued, louder now. Lisbon started to yell, but decided to check on Jane instead. She padded down the hall, pausing outside his closed door.

"No, No! Sorry, I'm sorry, don't!" Lisbon eased the door open and peeked inside. Jane was tangled in the sheets, thrashing, his skin sheened in sweat as he fought his nightmare, his face streaked with tears. Lisbon crossed the room in a flash, reaching the bed and switching on the lamp on the nightstand.

"Patrick?" He fought on. "Patrick!" Now she laid a hand on his arm.

Jane jerked awake, gasping. Seeing Teresa sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with concern, he stilled instantly, then tried to wipe his face with his hands. Lisbon passed him the tissue box from the nightstand.

"I…" she held up a hand.

"It's OK. What happened?"

"The usual. Nothing earth-shattering. Sorry I woke you." Jane began untangling himself from the sheets, attempting to straighten them. Lisbon stood.

"It's fine. If you're sure you're OK, I'll….uh….I'll…huh." she stopped. Who'd have thought Jane had a body? "Yeah, I'll just go back…" she headed for the door.

"Teresa?" Lisbon turned. Jane, sitting on one side of the bed, turned back the covers. "Stay? Please?"

Lisbon needed no convincing. Crossing back to the bed, she crawled in, reaching to snap the light off, lying back and turning to her side, facing Jane.

"Thanks."

"No problem. You…wanna talk about it?"

"The same. Red John, my wife, my…." he drew a breath. "My daughter. I was there, and I couldn't stop him. I was so helpless." Jane shuddered. Lisbon reached for him, instinctively holding him yet again as he sobbed against her, stroking his bare back until the sobs subsided and his breathing evened out. She eased herself back. He was asleep. Lisbon sighed, lay back against the pillow, and allowed herself to doze off.

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Jane woke, dimly aware of someone else in the bed, and arm over his chest. Looking down, he saw a head of dark hair and smiled. Teresa. She hadn't left. Jane lifted his hand to stroke her head, feeling her stir. She looked up at him sleepily and smiled.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. Thanks." There was no need to say what for.

"Mmm, welcome. You OK now?"

"Yeah. Fine. If you want, you can go back to bed. Teresa?" He looked down again and smiled. Sound asleep. Relaxing again, Jane lay back, easing himself close to her warmth. I could so get used to this. And, with that thought, he slept.

A/N- OK, warning, probably some smut next chapter, just FYI.