CHAPTER 4 - Anything for Lisbon
As Lisbon walked in the CBI building, Patrick looked a little too innocent, sitting on the worn couch. She eyed him suspiciously; her green eyes looked him up and down, trying to find something out of the ordinary.
"Hey Lisbon." Patrick smiled, his light blue eyes sparkling.
"Hi Jane." She said suspiciously.
"It's," He looked at his watch, "Seven-twenty and with the way Rigsby raided the fridge immediately upon entering the station, you guys haven't eaten yet. So, let me take you out. I think Italian would fit the mood." Jane said, grabbing Teresa's wrist and pulling her toward the elevators.
"Jane, I've got work..."
"Well, you have to eat don't you?" He questioned with a grin. Rolling her eyes at him, she gave in as he put her in his little blue car and drove them through the heavy traffic to the local Italian restaurant. Scanning the area, Patrick hoped he had chosen the right place. But spotting the arrogant head of Richard Castle assured him that he still had his "touch". Requesting a seat next to the famous Richard Castle hadn't been easy. He had to swoon the hostess and hypnotize the manager, but all for his Lisbon...