I am a writing machine this week! Hehe, anyways, I hated leaving y'all with a cliff hanger, so I wrote another chapter today, although you might not be pleased with the ending. Oh well, it had to be done! Even I wonder, what will happen next! I'm excited about next week's episode! It kind of reminded me of this story! Too funny! Anyways, y'all enjoy. This chapter was a lot of fun to write!

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Chapter 7

He snapped another picture with a smile. The couple never even noticed his presence. For cops, they sure could be unobservant. He watched as the man pulled the woman to him. The two were involved or almost involved, and that would be there downfall. He would have to watch out for the woman though. She seemed a little more wary at times. It will destroy her when she realized she had let her guard down. She didn't get to be a hot shot for the police by sleeping her way up, that was for sure. He felt his blood rise, as he watched her walk out of the lake. She sure was a looker, and a pistol to boot. He'd make them suffer. No one rejected him, no one. Carefully, he backed out of the woods and headed towards the ranch.

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"I'm tired, Jane. Besides, I need more sunscreen," Lisbon climbed out of the water, much to Jane's dismay. Heading back towards her towel, she flopped down and stretched in the sunlight. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes. Jane features lightened as he walked over to the sleeping woman. Stretching out beside her, he stared up at the clouds.

"Hey, Lisbon. Lisbon!" One green eye opened.

"What?" she asked, annoyed.

"Does that cloud look like a crab in handcuffs to you?" She opened both eyes, now thoroughly confused.

"How did you even come up with that?" Her curiosity was piqued, and she stared at the cloud Jane was referencing.

"The one beside it looks like an upside down high heeled shoe." He said nonchalantly.

"You're crazy," she said. Sitting up, she began to pull on her clothes. "You ready to head back?"

"My shirt's still wet," he said with a playful grin.

"And whose fault would that be?" she shot back, heading towards the horses. He stopped suddenly, and she turned, baffled. Smiling at her, he put his finger to his lips and walked quietly towards her. She watched him warily, as he walked past her and into the woods. Shaking her head, she followed him. Looking around, she wondered where he went. Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth, stifling her scream.

"Gotcha!" Jane said laughing. She glared at him, as she relaxed in his grasp. She turned slowly until she was facing him, the mood changing. Jane studied her, lifting a hand to caress her cheek, tucking a piece of her hair, behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, her eyes darkening. Slowly, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his sending a jolt through them both. She moaned as he deepened the kiss, granting him access to her tongue. She wrapped her hands around his neck, running a hand through his curls, as he pulled her closer, resting a hand on her hip. They broke apart slowly; each needing air and he rested his forehead against hers.

"We should get back," she murmured, still in his embrace, eyes closed.

"Yeah."

Silently they saddled their horses, letting Kate know they were heading back. She smiled and told them to be careful and to turn the horses out. Jane made a big show of checking his cinch before mounting. Rolling her eyes, they urged their horses in a slow jog.

Without warning, Timmy let out a huge buck sending Jane flying. He stopped and stood, looking at the two humans, clearly nervous. Lisbon flew off Big, throwing his lead around a nearby tree branch, before rushing to Jane's side.

"Stay still," she said worriedly as she checked him for broken bones. Jane let out a slow breath, his eyes fluttering open.

"I'm fine. Just knocked the wind out of me." He said, making a move to sit up. Lisbon eyed him, concerned, but helped him to his feet. "Just going to be bruised tomorrow." She searched his eyes for any sign that he might be lying before nodding slightly. Heading back to the horses, she handed him Big's lead rope before grabbing Timmy.

"You take Big." She said leaving no room for argument. About to protest anyways, he watched baffled as she untacked Timmy. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a glint of silver. Wordlessly, she pulled a small thumb tack out of Timmy's saddle pad. She met Jane's eyes, before silently resaddling Timmy. Their ride back was silent. Jane kept glancing at Lisbon, but she refused to meet his gaze.

Back at the cabin, he was determined to make her talk to him. Following her into her bedroom, she slammed the door. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away, spinning around to face him.

"I can't do this anymore, Jane." He was stunned. Was she talking about the case? About them? "This is why inner office relationships are frowned upon. It clouds your judgment." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, daring him to argue.

"Don't do this, Theresa."

"Don't call me that." She said, turning away. Angrily, he spun her around roughly.

"At least give me the courtesy of looking me in the eye, and giving me a better reason than our jobs!" She jerked out of his grasp. He could see the fire raging in her eyes. "Don't tell me you don't feel it too. Damn it, this isn't a game, Theresa!"

"That's all it was, Jane. It was never anything more," she said icily. Shooting her a burning look, he stalked out of her room, slamming the door.

She stood, trembling as her eyes filled with tears. Sinking to the floor, she wrapped her arms around herself. She hated herself. How could she do that to him? She had to, she reasoned. Her feelings were affecting the case. He could have been seriously injured, and all because she was a little horny. She had to push him away, in order to protect them both. She hoped he would understand one day. Silently, she cried over the one man she truly loved.

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In a nearby shack, a man watched the live feed come across the hidden cameras he had carefully placed earlier that day.

"Good girl, Theresa."