A/N- Well, I forgot I had this. I'm ashamed really. I had to finish it. It's a quick job, and I'm sure I could have done much better with it, but it's done. It's over.

Thanks to everyone who read it, but I'm moving away from the fan fictions and onto my own things now, so if anyone enjoys my writing, please feel free to head on over to FictionPress. It's under the same user name.

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"We need to talk." She choked out again, her palms beginning to sweat. She rubbed them against the sides of her shirt before crossing her arms across her chest.

"Okay..." He said slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of his couch and pushing himself up. She could feel her cheeks beginning to burn. Jane moved quickly towards her, and within a second, all she could see was the blue of his shirt and vest. His hand was on her forehead and she felt her eyes flutter closed.

"You're burning up, are you sick?" Concern lacing his voice, he took her arms firmly, as if to keep her standing.

"It's warm in here." She murmured, eyes still closed. His hands were so cool and soft...

"C'mon." He said quietly, pulling her out of her trance and away for the team, who just stepped out of the elevator after a lunch break. He tried to avoid Grace, who's head twisted in their direction with a raised eyebrow. Her mouth opened to speak, but she stayed silent after she saw the pained expression on her superior's face. She just smiled softly at them as Jane pulled them into the nearest private space.

Which just happened to be a supply closet.

He tugged at the string that hung loose by the entrance and the light flickered on. The dim light cast shadows over her already tired face, making her seem ghostly.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the noise that emerged from her throat was more like a whimper.

The closet was small, but not so cramped that they were touching. They could stand apart and be comfortable, as much as they could be in a supply closet at work with around fifty agents prowling around outside anyway.

Lisbon groped for something to sit on, but found nothing convenient. Her whole body trembled as she lifted her gaze to Jane's penetrating stare.

"These dreams, Lisbon, they might stop if you tell me." She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a finger placed gently on her lips. Her eyes widened, bottom lip tingling at the contact. "I'm talking first." He said tenderly. "I will do everything in my power to stop these nightmares. Sweetheart, I'll always be there to save you."

He mentally scolded himself for the foolish pet name, but he could feel Lisbon's defences slip down slightly. Her lips tugged up into a sly smile, when Jane's finger slipped down to lift her chin.

"You are unbelievable." She whispered.

He was dangerously close.

She could feel heat radiating from his chest, and the musky scent of his aftershave filled her nose. From such a close proximity, she could see the true colour of his eyes. Even in the flickering light, she could see the cerulean with the occasional fleck of gold and green.

"I'm you." She blurted suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Without realising it, Jane had managed to pin Lisbon against the wall, and he placed a hand on the wall just above her shoulder.

"I'm you." She stammered. "I see what I can only imagine is what your life was like. What you dream about, what you see. What you've been through." Her voice faded away as she continued, finishing so small he had to lean in further to even hear her.

"Like what?" He stuttered, completely taken aback by her confession.

She mentally censored her words.

No pain Teresa. Don't open up old wounds.

"What your life was like with your-" The word 'family' caught in her throat, but the glazed look on Jane's face told her he fully understood.

"Just then," she motioned with her hand, "I dreamt about you in hospital."

He stayed silent, averting his tearing eyes from hers. The closet was beginning to blur, the water lens distorting her vision. So much so, she thought she was wrong when Jane's hands came up to cup her cheeks gently, and when he rested his head against hers. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She rested her head into the crook of his shoulder and her placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He inhaled the scent of his Lisbon. Cinnamon. And a little bit of vanilla.

They both let the tears slip freely, silently, comfortable with the idea, and refusing to acknowledge the full consequences of what they just experienced.

For now anyway.

After a few minutes in the embrace, Lisbon pulled away with a sniff. Her small smile was returned, and even in the dark, she couldn't help but be dazzled. His smile was so honest, so pure.

She motioned for them to leave the closet. Jane playfully pressed his ear against the door, and Lisbon repressed a giggle.

Back to normal.

"Just go!" She hissed, and pushed him out the door.

Right into Hightower.

"Ma'am." He nodded, and blushed as he power walked away, leaving Lisbon to cower in the supply closet for a good half hour, before he finally came to rescue her.

He pulled on her hand, lifting her from the bucket she had taken residence on. She scowled at him, and shook her head silently. Jane just grinned and placed a quick, unexpected kiss on Lisbon's lips and placed a steaming hot cup of decent coffee into her hands before she could slap him. A rosy tinge crept up her cheeks, and a smiled coyly.

"This better be good coffee."

"Of course." He dipped into a small bow, giving her room to slide out of the dark room. She walked away, taking a small sip.

"Jane!" She barked. "This is tea!"

He was already around the corner and collapsed onto his couch, a boyish, silly grin on his face.

He missed.

She was strewn across the dirt ground, her life fading with each drop of blood.

He fell to his knees by her side, holding pressure against the wound, holding them together.

He eyes fluttered closed slightly, but he could feel her trying to hold on with everything she had.

"Stay with me." He whispered.

"Jane." She sighed, her fingers twitching towards him. She slowly took a hold of his arm, clutching at his forearm like he was the only this to keep her alive.

A single tear dropped from her closing eyes, and the dam broke.

"Patrick." She rasped.

Suddenly, two bright lights blinded him, and he leant protectively across her torso.

There was a screech, a rip and the scratching of twisted metal.

Jane jolted awake on his couch, getting a rather odd look from Grace at her station. He just shrugged it off and wiped the accumulation sweat off his forehead.

Maybe insomnia isn't so bad when there's two of you.

Okay, it's done. Thank you to everyone. :)