Solace

Epilogue

So soft. His lips were silky soft, and she allowed herself to indulge in their delicious sweetness for a moment. He was teasing her with his tongue, not really expecting her to start French kissing him, but unable to resist the temptation nonetheless.

He broke away the split second the lift doors slid open, and she envied the utter calm with which he strode into the bullpen, showing not even a hint of excitement. Good thing Lisbon hadn't worn any lipstick today- knowing full well it would come off the moment he caught her alone.

So the amazing Patrick Jane looked as nonchalant and immaculate as always, smiling at passing colleagues, from head to toe the impish devil everybody knew.

Lisbon herself felt pretty shaken, her lips swollen from his kisses, face flushed with an arousal she just couldn't help.

And…it didn't sit well with her to see him like this, making casual bouts of small-talk with the people around him, greeting here and there, flashing his killer smile like a weapon- she just didn't want to share him. Hell, she would have loved to lock him into her bedroom after last night, her personal love toy…she sighed, and Jane turned, smirking at her, his eyes telling her he had virtually heard her thoughts. Loud and clear.

"Well agent Lisbon", he said so softly only she could hear him, "care to have lunch with me today?"

"Where?"

"Hmmm…what about the lady's room in the basement?"

"Sounds lovely- get me at noon!"

They entered the bullpen, both smiling like mad, when Lisbon froze- Grace already sat at her desk, looking up from her computer. Jane passed by her, winking jovially, then strolled to his couch and lay down- placing an open file on his groin with a sigh.

Lisbon didn't know what to tell her redheaded colleague. What about- Hey, I know you liked to spend time with Jane and he was pretty good at helping you through a hard time, unfortunately he is full-time occupied from now on, so…sorry?

She said the first thing that came to her mind:

"How are you feeling?"

Grace surprised her, her lips curling upwards into a huge grin.

"Not bad," she beamed, "I …won a huge bet just this morning. 500 bucks. So I go shopping with a girl-friend today."

She paused for a moment, her face going serious.

"He was a killer," she said, looking Lisbon straight in the eye for the first time since O'Loughlin's death," but we got him. I got him. He's dead. Red John is dead. And Jane is back with us. And with you. We succeeded. And", Her smile returned, "I'm glad we pulled through."

"So am I.", Lisbon said, smiling back.

She went directly to her office, stopping herself from looking at her sexy consultant sprawled on his couch.

Five hours till noon- she could manage that. She had to.

Approaching her office, she could hardly contain a grin when she noticed that the blinds were still shut. Her skin started to tingle all over. It had been a glorious, wonderful, mind-blowing night, and though she was sore in pretty strange places, she was as happy as she'd never been before.

Stifling the urge to race to his couch, grab him and check out this lady's room RIGHT NOW, she opened the door - and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Oh my god," she growled, "I'm going to kill the bastard."

Her office was jam-packed - with thousands of flowers.

Deep red roses.

The End

So, ladies- I'm pretty much drained right now…and I ran out of inspiration. I hope this sorry state won't last long- but I'm missing the show dearly, and can't wait for September and my weekly fix of fresh ideas. I'm going on a three-week-holiday in four days, but I take my laptop with me…and maybe I develop a new idea during the next days, who knows.

I hope you liked this story…and please, send me feedback. I love to know your thoughts!

I publish sixth chapter and epilogue together- I don't think someone will review the sixth chapter (out of sheer embarrassement, you know), so I take my chances with the epilogue.