A/N: Please review and let me know what you think! Is it dragging out too long now- should I keep writing or just resolve the whole issue quickly?

Disclaimer: still not mine.



"JANE!!!" Lisbon screamed, sounding furious. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE??!!"

Jane looked at her appraisingly and Lisbon looked down only to remember that all she was wearing was her oversized white towel. She pulled it tighter around her as she backed herself into her bathroom once again. She shot Jane a venomous look before closing the door in his face.

"I'm going to count to ten and when I am finished, you had better have left." She shouted as she leaned her back against the door and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on the ground. She banged her head a couple of times against the door in frustration, each time creating a resounding thud.

"Gee, I'm really sorry Lisbon," Jane started, "I didn't think that you would be in such a compromising position. I'll go wait in your kitchen for you."

"No." Lisbon retorted sternly, "you had better be gone by the time I come downstairs. I told you already that I don't want to talk to you. I am still angry with you from earlier and you have just made it worse for yourself. If you know what is good for you, you will leave before I start shooting."

Jane grimaced at the thought. Surely Lisbon wouldn't actually shoot him! He wandered away from the bathroom door and meandered down the hall towards the kitchen. He opened the door, preparing to leave but then he had another idea. He loudly closed the door before tip toeing as quietly as he could over to her couch where he sat down in the darkness of her living room while he waited for her to change and come downstairs.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Lisbon made her way down the stairs wearing a pair of yoga pants and a very modest t-shirt. She had her hair pulled back in a loose pony-tail. As she made her way to her kitchen in search of something to eat, she noticed that Jane was sitting on her couch and although that did not surprise her, it did serve to irritate her again. She ignored him pointedly as she walked through the room and into the kitchen. Jane stood up hastily to follow her like a puppy trotting happily after its human companion. He tried to start a conversation several times but she ignored his every attempt, finding something else to occupy her. Jane could tell that he was bothering her, but he thought that maybe if he annoyed her enough it might break down her defences and she would then open up and move on.

He moved steadily closer to her and just as he was close enough to hug her, she turned around with a loathsome expression on her face.

"Do you not think that I know what you are trying to do?" She asked. "You think that I have some large problem that I need to unload. The truth is I am fine; it is you who has the problem."

Jane looked momentarily hurt but he continued to inch closer to her. She noticed this and wormed her way out from between him and the counter and she walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. "I'm not projecting, as you say, I seriously think that you have something that you want to tell me. Something that you have never told anyone; this piece of your past has stilted your interactions in the present and it will continue to do so until you open up and tell someone about it."

"You're wrong. You are seeing things that are not there. You just want there to be a problem because you cannot stand the thought of me helping you once again. You don't realize that the only reason that you need all this help is because of the choices that you have made. Its not my fault and it is not my problem. You don't take responsibility for your actions and now you can't live with yourself so you make it MY problem. It is your fault." She finished strongly. She hadn't meant to sound so harsh, the words just flew out, releasing her pent up frustrations. She failed to notice the change in his demeanour as she spoke.

Her words cut him deeply. He could not believe that this was the same Lisbon who had stayed with him that afternoon in the cemetery, helping him get through his painful day of memories. He looked up at her with cold eyes before replying in a quiet, dangerous voice.

"You don't think I know that?" He started. "You don't think that I know that it was my stupid actions that got my wife and daughter killed? I am well aware that actions have consequences and I do not need your reminder of that fact." He showed her his wedding band before continuing. "This is reminder enough."

With that, he picked up his things and got to his feet before storming out of her apartment. Lisbon tried to erase the look of shock from her face. She hadn't thought about his wife and daughter when she had said what she said. She felt immediately sick with guilt and before she knew what she was doing she flung open the door and started to chase after Jane in her bare feet.

"Jane! Wait! Come back!" she called before she collapsed on the ground in tears. "I'm sorry…" she muttered to herself before getting up and heading back inside the iciness of her house. She had just undone all of the good work that she had tried to do earlier when she helped him to remember his family in a positive way. She had taken his vengeful thoughts and thrown them right in his face because she was angry. Why did she never think? Now all she could do was imagine Jane driving alone and upset and that was all her fault.

T.B.C