Lisbon was deeply asleep, dreaming. She and Jane had stayed together, went the whole way. Marriage kids, they were happy. All of them, their children had their mothers raven hair with their fathers clear blue eyes and extraordinary gift of reading people. It was her heaven, she finally had the white picket fence, it was all perfect, maybe too perfect…..
"Patrick, where's Junior?" Lisbon asked Jane folding laundry.
Jane's head popped into the kitchen . "He isn't home from school yet, don't worry."
She walked into the living room. "He should have been here….." the front door opened. Red John entered carrying Patrick Juniors head and nothing else.
"Jane!" she screamed, reverting to what she used to call him.
Jane ran in and Red John tasered him. He withered in pain on the floor. Lisbon ran at Red John. He raised his hand and she stopped frozen. "I control you!"
"No. NO!" she raged trying to force her immobile body to obey her commands.
"Teresa honey." a soft voice coaxed. She swallowed hard still asleep, flung her hand above her head, fists clenching and unclenching. Tears falling.
"Teresa honey wake up!" Jane touched her face gently. The dream had her in a vice grip.
"Kill your husband! Destroy you're family, like I destroyed his!" Red John commanded.
"NO!" she screamed, her body began to move of it's own accord. A samurai sword appeared in her hand. She was frozen above Jane, her arms raised. Still she fought. It sliced through the air whooshing passed her face and forever downwards…..
"JANE!" she yelled sitting bolt upright. Breathing heavily. She exhaled shakily when she realised that she and Jane were safe in her room, it was all a dream.
"Teresa?"
"I'm ok!" she assured crossing her arms, her face shuttered.
"That must have been some nightmare." he murmured.
"No nightmare." she stared at her covers.
He put his finger under her chin, lifted her face til she looked into his eyes. "This is me. Don't hide." he whispered shaking his head. "So, nightmare?"
She nodded.
"Wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head quickly.
"I'm here sweetheart." he promised.
"I know." she replied, then leaned in slowly and kissed him. It heated up rather quickly. Neither realised this was their first kiss.
"Wow." he breathed when she pulled away.
She hugged his chest. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?" she nuzzled his neck.
"Honey you take my breath away!"
She laughed. "None too shabby yourself."
He lay back down and looked at the ceiling, he wiggled his body motioning for her to lie down too.
She rolled her eyes slid back down beneath the covers. He pulled her close. "I love you Teresa."
"Love you too Patrick….or is it Jane?" she mused. "Whatever I love both of you."
He chuckled. "Didn't realise there were two of me!"
"That I couldn't handle!" she said with a yawn. They lay in silence, Lisbon drifted off to sleep once again. Jane lay awake content to simply hold her.
(X)
Lisbon sighed as she awoke. The room was light, light meant day, day meant work. She looked at her clock. God she was late! She sat up quickly. Jane walked into her room looking sleepy, rumpled, dishevelled and very sexy. The sight of him made her heart skip.
"Sleeping beauty is awake." he produced a plate of scrambled eggs from behind his back. "You're fridge is empty by the way, I opened it and it groaned."
She shrugged. "I know I need to shop."
"I can!" he offered.
"So can I." she countered.
"Together," he compromised.
She frowned. "I already hate the tedium that is food shopping having you there will make me homicidal!"
"Well how else are you supposed to buy what I like?"
A small smile played on her face. "You planning on staying here that long?"
"That depends on you." he placed the plate on the cabinet. Crawled across the bed and knelt opposite her.
"Um…" she stuttered. "I suppose you could come." all previous thoughts involving work forgotten!
"Sounds reasonable." he saw her pulse thudding at her throat, touched it gently and it jumped beneath his finger, looked at her face and grinned. "Lisbon your pupils are dilating again." he whispered.
"So are yours." she replied shakily.
His voice lowered seductively. "Maybe I see something I want." he leant in and pressed his lips to hers. They seemed to fuse together, at that moment they both knew that neither could have stopped what was about to happen if they wanted to - which they didn't!
(X)
Lisbon and Jane lay together. Her back against his chest. His head buried in her hair. Neither said anything, not willing to break the magic that had fell. Both knew the real world was going to intrude. Work. Responsibilities. Red John. But for now, this moment in time it was just them tucked away in their own little world.
"How perfect are you?" he murmured.
"Not very!" she replied seriously.
"Not really, you're just the right height. My arm fit's the curve at your stomach perfectly and my arm is just long enough to curve around you and cup your hip. If you were to move your head just a touch I have the perfect spot to kiss your neck. Very erotically." he wiggled his eyebrows.
Uncomfortable by him saying she was perfect, she suddenly felt the need to get to work….."C'mon we gotta get up. Red John…."
"The cops are chasing him." he told her sitting up and grabbing her wrist.
"But…"
"Lisbon. Red John is my nemesis and I won't rest til he's caught but right now you are my priority. If that means I have to stay here and tie you to the bed then so be it!"
Lisbon was shocked into silence, was he actually picking her over Red John?
Jane read the question in her eyes. "I could have killed him on the highway, my choice was to kill him or save you. No contest, you won. You'll always win. So lie here with me. We'll watch bad TV then talk. Maybe send a few crank calls to our team."
"I like how your mind works." she giggled.
A few hours later after watching the bad TV and resisting the crank calls they did rise from bed, they immediately headed to his home and packed him some clean clothes. They stopped for groceries only to be stopped by long queue.
"Do I have my gun?" she muttered under her breath.
"No, and a good thing to!" he laughed.
"I wouldn't shoot anyone. Just one into the air, this place would soon empty then!"
He chuckled. "Yeah but the police will arrive and arrest you."
"As long as I'm served before I'm read my rights."
"What? You have the right to spaghetti, anything you can of beans and sausage will be used as evidence."
She giggled. "You're mad!"
He put his arm around her waist. "Look at us all domesticated!"
She scoffed. "Speak for yourself, I am footloose and fancy free."
"No you're not!" he told her seriously.
"Oh but I am Mr Jane!"
The check out lady laughed at them. "If I had him I'd be domesticated and loving it!"
Jane almost blushed.
Lisbon looked up at him grinning. "Ah shy." then added. "Don't believe it!"
"The shy ones are the worst!" the cashier joked.
"Don't I know it!" Lisbon agreed handing over the money for her items.
They went home and Jane decided to cook Lisbon his speciality Spaghetti Bolognese.
"Anyone can cook that!" she groaned.
"Get out of my kitchen!" he growled.
"My kitchen." she corrected.
"Potato, potahto." he drawled.
All too soon her kitchen was filled with the sound of chopping and humming. It should have been weird Jane fitting right into her home but it wasn't. He had integrated himself in and fit perfectly like he had always been here. Then again he had did the same at work too.
She thought back to their first meeting. The arrogance she hated! Everything had been a joke to him. It had all been a cover to mask all the hurt and loss he had experienced. His quick wit, his mind five steps ahead. All those things she mistrusted at first were all part of the bigger puzzle that was Patrick Jane. And she was finally beginning to piece it together and see the real man…..wow she really had it bad! Especially if she was thinking like this!
His head popped out of the kitchen. "You wanna come in here?"
"Why?"
"Lonely, I haven't got no one to talk to."
She walked in and set up cutlery dishes and wine."
He picked up the bottle and removed it. "Orange juice or water."
"What?"
"You are on heavy duty pain pills, that combined with alcohol will send you to la la land. I have a hard enough time controlling your primal urges as it is!"
She raised an eyebrow. "MY primal urges?"
He tweaked her nose and grinned. "Yes, the ones that are telling you to rip my clothes off and have your evil way with me. I admire your restraint!"
"You wish."
"I don't have to wish. I could simply smile at you and my every wish will be granted."
"Really?" he had so much to learn!
He grinned.
She stared at him not moving a muscle. She was tempted by that grin, c'mon she'd have to be dead not to be tempted, but she could stop herself!
"Lisbon I am smiling."
Lisbon shrugged. "I don't see anything spectacular."
He coughed. "What?" his voice high. "I've lost my powers!"
"Had to happen one day." she drawled.
He dropped his head.
She walked to him. "You still have me." and kissed him.
"See it does work!" he crowed.
Her jaw dropped open as she realised what she did. "You conned me?"
His face was the picture of the innocence. "C'mon Teresa, did you really expect me to lose my powers? ME?"
Her eyes narrowed.
He took her in his arms. "It's not your fault I can read you like a book." kissed her softly. She was starting to get comfortable when his phone buzzed.
He pulled it out and she saw Cho's name. he pushed it back in his pocket ignoring it.
Lisbon's face immediately changed. "We gotta talk about stuff Patrick, work…."
He turned and stirred his sauce. "I'm a consultant so we aren't breaking the rules.. I hate that rule! If people fall for each other who are they to say that it's wrong?"
"I understand the rule, it's mostly about favouritism for promotions and people being distracted…look at what happened to Rigsby and van pelt. I know about distractions" she added.
He frowned. "You seemed fine."
"I'm the boss, I couldn't moon over you publicly."
He made a decision. "Tomorrow." he told her. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, tonight we'll be Patrick and Teresa with a delicious meal, a rented movie and popcorn."
"I still need to call the team."
"Lisbon." he growled.
"Just to see how things are."
He nodded understanding that she couldn't turn this side of herself off.
"Eat first!"
She nodded, he led her to her seat and sat her down. Lit two candles and dished up a plate full of spaghetti Bolognese with tomato's mushrooms full of assorted herbs on top. It smelled heavenly. Yhere was a plate full of home made crusty garlic bread.
"We'll be safe from vampires tonight I suppose." she smiled as he sat down.
Janes face fell as he remembered Red John tasting her blood.
"Patrick?" Lisbon was on her feet.
He shook his head. "Nothing is ruining our evening. I think you could have one glass of wine." he retrieved the bottle and poured both himself and her a glass. Sat back down. They began to eat.
"Where'd you learn to cook?"
"It was just me and dad, if I didn't cook then I didn't eat. I could have went over to someone else but dad didn't like that." he shrugged. "I enjoyed cooking. It was honest. I considered being a chef for a while. Don't know why I didn't." he whispered sadly. It was a lie, he wanted to give Angela a good life. The money blinded him
"Your really good." she nodded smiling in appreciation.
"I used to cook a lot in my past life." he smiled sadly. "Angela used to say Charlotte was gonna love having friends around for tea. I probably would have been working…..as always."
"Jane….don't beat yourself up." she had called him by his surname without even knowing it.
His mask slid back into place. "Yeah." he said brightly taking a drink of his wine.
After that the tone of the evening shifted drastically. Jane played along but Lisbon knew that's all it was, playing a part to keep her happy. She begged off halfway through the movie saying she was tired. She showered quickly then went to bed. He didn't follow, staying staring at the screen not seeing one scene. Obviously lost in private thoughts. An hour later she heard the door slam. She exhaled, turned over and closed her eyes.
(X)
"Teresa." came a rough voice. "Teresa my dear."
Lisbon's mind was fuzzy from sleep. A polite voice was talking to her, someone who should have been familiar. She opened one eye groggily. the person wa sshrouded ind arkness.
"Jane?" her voice thick with sleep.
The figure reached across and picked up a pillow. "Not quite." pressed it down over her face.
Lisbon suddenly knew who it was, she had no time to panic...but he was suffocating her!
A/N Ah red john has reappeared once again!
This chapter could have been much better :( sorry bt its almost finsihed and idn't want to tweak it x
