A/N: Hmm. Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I've been writing random one shots. And creating graphics. www. penelope-ziva. livejournal .com :) This was a prompt from tromana. Prompt: "If I tell you to run, run."


Lisbon checked her bulletproof vest, before taking her gun out from her holster and flicking off the safety. Jane straightened his jacket.

"Let's do this." He said, and Lisbon looked at him.

"Jane. You're staying here." She replied, and when Jane tried to interrupt to say he was going in, she added, "And that is an order."

"But Lisbon…" Jane began, but Lisbon shook her head. She was not letting Jane come in on this one.

"No, Jane. You're staying here." She checked her gun once again, before turning to enter the warehouse. "And if I say run? Run. For god's sake Jane, run."

Jane stared after her as she entered the warehouse. He hoped she would be alright. The guy they were chasing was ruthless, a serial killer with a taste for female blood.

He heard her shout, "CBI! Put your hands up!" He waited with his leg muscles tensed, ready to run. Although it wasn't to run away. He had her back, she should know that. He wasn't about to leave her in there with that man. No way in hell.

"Just put the weapon down." He heard her voice. It was steady, but he knew she was nervous. Not scared, not exactly. Lisbon didn't get scared. At least she did, but it wasn't when she was chasing a suspect. She wouldn't ever admit to being scared, for any reason. He knew that. Lisbon was a strong little firecracker, always ready to chase a suspect, and risk her life every day to bring justice.

His head snapped around as he heard two shots. He swore, glanced around, and ran in.

"Jane? What the hell are you doing in here?" Lisbon exploded, when Jane came running in.

"I came in here because I thought you might be hurt." Jane countered, and Lisbon glared at him.

"For god's sake, Jane!" Lisbon cried. "I told you to stay outside. What if he was the one unhurt? You could have been killed!"

"So could you!" Jane shouted back, angry that she thought that he cared so little. "I worry about you every single time you go to get these people. I have no say in any of it, I can't protect you in any way. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?" Lisbon fumed.

"I love-" Jane stopped suddenly and froze.

"Love what?" Lisbon asked, slightly confused. Jane took a small step towards her.

"I… I love you." He said, as if it had just dawned on him. I do… I do love her… I actually do…

Lisbon stared at him, absolutely flummoxed at his words. "Do… do you mean that?" She said finally.

"I… I do." Jane replied, and then more confidently. "I do."

Lisbon leaned forward, and their lips touched, all previous anger forgotten.

And the only witness was the dead form of the suspect, two bullet holes gaping in his chest, bullets from Lisbon's gun. Unseeing, uncaring.

And their team would never know.


A/N: Did you like it? I wanted to get a little angst in; I've been on a sugar high from all the fluff I've written. Reviews, please!