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The ringing of the microwave pulled her back from her thoughts. She got up from the edge of the bathtub where she was sitting and wrapped up in a towel she walked out into her kitchen. She took the pizza out and as soon as her fingers touched the food she felt how hot it was.

„Shit!" she hissed and tried to put it down quickly. She threw it on the table and put her hand under the flowing, cold water. When her burning fingers finally calmed down she went back to the bathroom and put on her payamas. She combed her hair into a ponytail and she wandered back to the pizza. It smelled good.

She was cutting it into pieces when she heard the keys in the lock. She turned towards the front door and saw david entering the flat.

„Hey!" he said. His voice exhausted, and fom this distance she could see the dark circles around his eyes. He dropped his bag on the floor and hang his jacket.

„Hi, what's up?" she greeted him,turning back to the food.

David came up to her and hugged her. His arms sneaked around her middle and a flashback appeared in her head. Jane's hands travelling their ways on her body… She shook her head and focused on the pizza. Sure as hell she didn't want to cut off her own finger. As she finished it David took a big breath to answer. She turned in his arms to look at him and she stroked the back of his skull.

„I had a long day…" He sighed and kissed her forehead.

„Yeah, me too…" she nodded and tried to smile. She failed miserably and all she could force out of herself was a twitch of her mouth.

„Why don't we have this in bed, then?" David offered as he help up the pizza and Lisbon agreed. She hated to bring food into her bedroom but this time she didn't care. She needed to thik of something else. She had to find something to distract her from thinking about Jane. She hoped that David will be able to make her forget him for some time but it wasn't working. Patrick Jane's face, his smile, his lips, his kiss were all in her mind, driving her crazy, totally dizzying her.

In bed she snuggled closer to David and he held her tightly. He brought the pizza in his lap and held out a piece for her.

„Thank you!" Lisbon said, genuenly grateful and she took the food. David had already started eating and she watched him for some moment. She was so lucky to have him. Why on Earth would she do anything to lose this guy? Why on Earth would she want another guy? Mostly, why Patrick Jane? He was the most annoying, arrongant, egoistic, smug pain in the ass she could imagine. He pissed her off every single day. Why, then?

Her growling stomach reminded her of the piece of food in her hand and with an ironic grin she took a bite of it. It was almost cold. She glanced at David, he was already done with his slice and was beginning to devour another one.

„You look upset…What happened?" he asked with his mouth full of food. A small crumb fell out and with a chuckle she took it. She ate it and then looked at him.

„It's just Jane…" she explained, hoping that he wouldn't ask. This way she wasn't lying. She wasn't telling the whole truth either but it was easier this way than to tell him that Jane kissed her and she didn't stop him. Because that's what happened to be truthful. She didn't give a damn about it, she never once tried to make him stop. That was the biggest part of her guilt. Why didn't she stop him?

„Oh, honey..You really should fire him! I mean, he caused you so much trouble and wrinkles here…and here…" he said softly and with his finger he caressed over her forehead and between her eyes.

Lisbon slightly leaned into his touch and closed her eyes for a second.

„You know what? Let's go away for a little holiday! What so you say?" David said suddenly. His voice excited, obviouly proud of his idea.

„What?" she laughed. She pulled away to look at him and she saw that he was sincere.

„Why couldn't we go? At least for the weekend…We could go to Vermont, or to Las Vegas, back to Chicago…Wherever you want!" he stared at her with glowing eyes. „We both need to relax little! It will be fun!" he tried to convince her.

„I..I don't know.." Lisbon scowled and thought about it. A whole weekend without Patrick Jane? Maybe it would really do magic to her. „Okay, let's go!" she said finally and David clapped his hands together.

„Great! I will plan it all!" he cheered and he smiled with his dreamy smile. She knew he was already planning the whole trip.

She chuckled slightly and laid her head on his shoulder. She was falling asleep when he moved and she opened her eyes to look at him.

„Teresa? I need to ask you something…" David whispered. It was dark all around them and she felt a little cold without the blankets. She pulled it over them and noded.

„Go ahead!" she encouraged him.

„So…" he was clearly nervous. He bit his lower lip and blinked at her. „About Jane…does he…is he..in love with you?" he muttered. He didn't look into her eyes and she was glad he didn't because then he would have caught the slight wince that ran over her face. She felt a blush appear on her cheeks and she was grateful for the darkness. She shifted uncomfortably and elbowed on her pillow.

„No…Why do you think? „ she lied. Well, she tried to convince herself that it wasn't actually a lie, because how could she know if he was in love with her or his sudden attraction was just an affair. Being in love was a complicated thing.

„He is just…Never mind. Forget it! „ he said and she could hear in his voice that he had already regretted that he asked. „Just sleep..Good night Teresa! Sweet dreams…And tomorow I'll arrange everything for our weekend!" he hugged her and smiled fondly at her.

Lisbon didn't push it anymore, this conversation wasn't one that she wanted to have at the moment. She simply closed her eyes and thought about their little holiday, imagined it. Sleep came slower than it used to and when she drifted off her dreams were foggy and twisted. She woke up many times at night, and she couldn't keep a picture out of her head. Her and Jane kissing, their embrace so tight. And for some reason right then it didn't feel bad or inappropriate. It felt perfectly normal. It felt like it was supposed to be like that. But every time she snuggled closer to David and fell into sleep again, just to find those strange dreams which she had previously.

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Next morning she walked into the bullpen with a small smile on her lips. After all she felt relaxed and David had brought her breakfast. There was nothing that could riun this day. Or at least she hoped until she saw Patrick Jane stretched out on his brown leather couch. When he spotted her a smug smile appeared on his face. He started to get up from his position but with a wave of her hand she stopped him.

„Don't even bother Jane! I'm not talking to you…" she said. It was a brand new idea but why couldn't it work? Maybe if she wouldn't talk with him she won't have this weird feeling in her stomach every time she looked at him. Actually if she won't talk to him then she wouldn't have to look at him.

„What?" He squealed, he raised his eyebrows and stood up to follow her into her office.

Lisbon sat beside her desk, already pulling a file in front of her. She was determined to ignore him. She opened it and didn't glance up. „Come on Lisbon…now just tell me why?" he begged her. She knew excaly that he was wearing that pouting face she adored so freaking much. So this was one more reason why not to look up but just start her work. She pulled out a pen and began to write.

„Really? You really do this?" Jane asked in deisbelief. He walked closer and stood in front of her. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. He couldn't see her face just her silky brown hair but he could tell that she was havig a hard time to deny him.

Lisbon closed her eyes. Shut them and tried not to listen to him. His smooth, soft voice creeped into here ars, trying to reach her brain. But she wasn't letting him. Not now… This time she will win!

„Please, at least look at me! I can't read you this way… You are not talking to me, okay…But how do I realize what did I do wrong when I can't see your reactions?" he leaned on her desk, trying to cath a flash of her face. She was staring blankly on the paper in front of her. „Please Teresa…" he whispered and saw the trembling of her mouth at the using of her first name.

Lisbon didn't want him to see her face. Her face always gave her away. Mostly her eyes and she managed to avoid eye contact for a while but he could get everything out of her from her face too.

„Go away Jane! „ she hissed. So silent he could barely hear it. He was taken aback by the hate in her voice and he pulled back in surprise.

Actually she didn't mean to be so harsh, she wasn't really mad at him anymore. To be honest, at the moment she felt an urge to pull him back, to do things with him that they did in her dreams that night. She shook her head lightly and waited for him to leave her office and shut the door behind him. But unlike she expected, he rounded the desk and stepped close beside her. So close she could feel him. She shot him a side glance but she didn't look up at him.

„Lisbon?" he asked and he crouched down next to her to be on her level. He covered her hand on the table with his own and in a very suggestive voice he continued „ I never meant to hurt you with anything I did or said. I beg you to forgive me!"

Lisbon snorted darkly and finally looked at him. His eyes were huge, ocean blue and praying. They were telling her that he was really sorry and he needed her forgiveness. Her mouth fell open a bit and she gasped. He was like a little boy, a curly, blond angel…

When she turned her face towards him Jane searched for her eyes. He looked into them deeply, into the very soul of her. And what he saw was fear. Pure, unmistekable fear. He blinked and waited for her to say something.

Lisbon couldn't help but turned her hand on the table and squeezed his fingers. She knew he knew everything now. She was an open book to him. Presumably he knew all about her guilt, her uncomfortness, her confusion. He must have known that she felt something for him. Because his face was nothing but stunned. There was no other word to describe it.

„What are you afraid of Lisbon?" he asked and she scowled. She wasn't afraid, was she? Maybe he couldn't read her so much after all…

„Nothing…I'm not.." she protested but he shook his head.

„Don't deny it, it's in your eyes, I can see it!" he muttered and pulled his hand away. He reached up to stroke her cheek and then suddenly, without any warning he stood up. „Have your coffee Lisbon..We will talk later! And I meant that apology!" he said and walked out of her office.

Lisbon stared after him in amazement. What whas this? He just left it alone? This was so not like him, she was already getting suspicious! He must be planning something…

She drank a sip of her coffee and sighed. This was getting more and more confusing. And why was her heart speeding so fast from his touch?

Next coming:

Lisbon turned away and went back to her office. She needed to grab her coat and go for a walk. Clear her mind.

Jane stood silently in the kitchen, no words came as she walked away. As she passed him he could smell the faint scent of cinnamon and his heart ached. He loved this woman with all his heart and she didn't know it. And if he tried to tell her she didn't believe it…What should he do?

And now she was leaving, then going away with David…He had to do something to stop her!

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