Unchained Melodies

Summary: He doesn't exactly remember what happened over the past twenty-four hours, it's a blur and he knows that whatever he's done; it can't be too bad. L/J

Disclaimer: *is poor*

Spoilers: Set somewhere in S2.

Warnings: Language, and some fluffy goodness.

A/N:

This is the last chapter of this story! I'm so excited but so sad at the same time to see it leave… I already have the plot bunnies attacking me again, so who knows where that'll lead me too…

Ha, a grand thank you/shout out goes to all the reviewers from the course of the whole story: Ebony10, Bezelburr, Koezh, Charmed225, Jadestar1981, MK, lisbonloafers, Patrickjane-ismyman, JelloFanatic123, Country2776, lisbon69, xxxBekaForEvaxx, Chiisana Minako, Miss Cannibal Princess, batgirl1993, Famous4it, mwalter1, HOUSEM., BottleOfStars, and liz2434. *gives cookies* and of course to all the reads and alerts for this story, I couldn't have written this without all of you! *hugs*

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!


Chapter Five-

One week.

Both of them had been at this, and Agents' Cho, Van Pelt and Rigsby were already sick of it. Lisbon could say that she had a separate personal life that didn't invade her professional life all she wanted, but honestly? She couldn't because her personal and professional life was the man who was always off angering people.

Monday, had been hell—a new case and on top of that, both the consultant and the boss at each other's throats. (They tried to avoid the lustful looks Jane would send her way.)

Tuesday, had been uncomfortable—new suspects, and Jane couldn't be in the same room as Lisbon. (Some woman had passed the wayward consultant in the hall, and gossip had gotten around that Jane had hauled off and punched a wall.)

Wednesday, had been ridiculous—revisiting the same suspects, and following new leads while both Jane and Lisbon moped around. (It didn't exactly appear the same way with Lisbon, but her irritability had reached the point where Cho didn't even want to step near her in fear that his head would be taken off. Jane, of course remained the cold callous bastard; they all knew and loved.)

Thursday, had been murderous—a lead had taken them back to the same hotel in which Jane and Lisbon had gotten married in. Van Pelt 'accidently' made a booking error and had Jane with Lisbon in the same hotel room to sleep. (Van Pelt had been cornered by the two of them at separate times, both of them pissed as hell—Van Pelt had held it together long enough to make it back to Rigsby and Cho before bursting out in tears. It was then that the three of them had decided to do something about this.)

Friday, had been insane—the order from HQ had come to them all, telling them to stay there an extra few days as a "chance to scope out the case" which to Cho read as "the CBI can't handle anymore of this between the two of you, so handle this now." (Rigsby had chuckled as he had no problem staying at the hotel a few more days, while Lisbon and Jane were mortified.)

Saturday, had been the straw that broke the camel's back—nothing new happened on the case, but if you rounded the floor in which the CBI Serious Crimes Unit currently stayed, you could hear the arguments from Jane and Lisbon. (It had gotten to the point where security had shown up to arrest them for disturbing the peace of the other residents. It was also then that Van Pelt had an idea.)

Sunday, had been the day of no-return—Van Pelt had asked the hotel staff to manually lock Jane and Lisbon's room. (This meant that no one could get in, and no one could leave.)

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"—sick and tired of you!" Lisbon's voice attacked Jane, who sighed from his spot near the door. If she decided to throw something else he'd be out of the room in a flash. Jane knew both of them had been irrational and just bitchy for the past week, but he couldn't help it; Lisbon either completely ignored his three words or had taken them in stride.

When both of them had gotten married, he planned on telling her the very next day—but somewhere between the streaking on the front lawns (luckily, the cameras had been off and it had been pitch black outside) and the staff telling them to go back to their rooms; something had changed.

He didn't remember how both of them had ended up there, and he didn't remember what they had done—but he knew the woman before him was beautiful, he had planned on telling her on their way back to HQ but it was then he realized that Lisbon needed him, as much as he needed her and he'd do anything to make sure that by the time he was ready to tell her that she was in love with him.

He was selfish, he admits that—but love is selfish.

He didn't plan however, for the truth to destroy them both—he didn't plan on her either practically telling him to get out of her life.

He didn't plan on it hurting as much as it had, but he felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders—if Lisbon wanted to be with him, she could chose. If Lisbon didn't want to be with him, he didn't know where that would put the both of them.

So when his hand fit around the door handle of the room, and tugged on the door to leave the room; he was somewhat secretly happy that the door wouldn't open and somewhat mortified, because it meant he'd have to deal with Lisbon in her rage.

Her heart is still pounding in her chest, and the words still flutter past her conscious—she knows she hasn't been the easiest person to deal with this week, and her heart (what's left of it anyway) goes to her team for putting up with her and Jane's implosion. She knows she's being petty and childish for not listening to Jane's complete explanation but somewhere deep inside, she knows that she can't handle it.

He lied to her, and though she can mask her anger with him over that—she can't hide the true reasons for her anger from herself. It's often said that honesty is the best policy, but sometimes honesty can destroy the only resemblance of feelings that were being built—because Lisbon feels like her relationship with Jane was built on a lie. If he had told her when they had awoken in the same bed together, she knows that she would feel the same amount of anger and even if Jane hadn't told her until both of them had been on their death bed, she would still feel the same amount of anger.

It doesn't change the fact that her heart feels something, and that's what she's angry with—she doesn't understand these new feelings, and she can't comprehend why she feels as if she's on a roller coaster, zooming back and forth, forth and back, up and down, side to side. Lisbon wonders if Jane can read her as well as he says he can, and knows her true reasons for her vile anger.

She was blind, she admits that—but love is blind.

She didn't plan on her words to affect everyone the way they had, with the vicious anger and the general carelessness—and she didn't plan on his walking away from her instead of ignoring her orders.

She didn't plan on it hurting as much as it had, but it was her choice and both knew it—she could continue ignoring him, shutting him out and stomping away until their relationship was completely destroyed and she couldn't stand seeing Jane doing something stupid because of her or she could accept in stride that just maybe, love was supposed to be unknown and she could take the leap of faith toward Jane.

So when she saw his hand fit around the door handle of the room, and watched him tug on the door to leave the room; she knew that if he opened that door—he wouldn't be back and she had to either swallow her pride or turn the other way; and when the door didn't open—she was secretly happy that it wouldn't open, and mortified that she'd have to face him with all the cards on their table.

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"—and…" Jane expected another threat to roll from her lips, or for her to keep lecturing in circles but instead of any of that, a bitter laugh followed by a somewhat controlled sob rolled from her lips. Jane stared at her in surprise as she stared at the ground before her. "I'm a complete and utter hypocrite." She brought her head up to stare at him, and neither of them said anything for a few moments.

"I'm no better." He added.

"Look at the both of us," Lisbon dryly laughed. "Grown, and both of still running from things we don't understand." Jane flashed a smile.

"Isn't that what life's about?" Jane asked. "Running until we can't run anymore?" The irony in the statement made both laugh, and then lapse into an uncertain silence. "Look Lisbon, I'm…" She shook her head furiously.

"Don't say it, Jane." Lisbon softly spoke. "Don't…" Jane had already crossed the distance to where she was standing and already had her face in his hands.

"I wasn't lying." Jane murmured. "I might have held off on telling you about everything, but I wouldn't lie to you like this."

"Jane…" Jane brought his lips down to meet hers, both of them standing in the middle of a hotel room which had been labeled a "disaster-zone" with his soft hands holding her face in place—both their lips met, slow and fumbling at first until the raw desire of passion over comes the both of them; and then the kiss turns into something else entirely.

Meanwhile, the team is holding a celebration on all their own which involves drinking and bets.

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It's the morning after,

Lisbon meets Van Pelt, Rigsby and Cho downstairs with a good gestured good morning, a bright smile on her face and green eyes drawn to the wedding ring around her finger.

Jane comes stumbling in ten minutes after Lisbon, his suit oddly displaced and with a single wave to everyone—he goes to greet Lisbon with a slight smile.

Van Pelt, Rigsby and Cho aren't idiots, they know what's going on and under the table Rigsby slips Cho ten dollars as Van Pelt stifles her laughter into her glass of orange juice.

It's about time, are the collective looks around the table as Jane and Lisbon join them.

"What are you all grinning at?" Lisbon asks, and the grins disappear slightly.

"Just the fact that it's a lovely Monday morning," Van Pelt covers for them and Lisbon seems satisfied with the answer as she begins to eat her breakfast and drink her coffee. Jane however, simply smiles in response to their grins over his cup of tea.

He knows they know, and he'll probably let Lisbon in on the joke later—but as for now, they've got a case to solve, and as for later, he thinks with a devilish grin in her direction, more beds to break in.