A/N: Yes, you read that right, over 2000 words. I actually planned to have this as a separate one-shot but then I decided that it might as well function as another chapter for this story. Please let me know if you agree.
More Rigspelt than Jisbon but these guys are just... I mean, yeah, they broke up but did they really? It's like Rigsby cheated on Van Pelt when he slept with Sarah and Van Pelt cheated on Rigsby when she was engaged to O'Laughlin. I mean... did they really break up? I know they did break up but okay. Can a girl dream?
Oh and there's a bit of Jisbon in there. Well, a bit, a lot. But indirectly. And in flashbacks. So.
And I know it's a lot longer than usual. I just felt like it, alright.
'Not alone'
Chapter 9, 'Seriously?'
Van Pelt smiled softly as she rubbed her still growing belly. Would it ever stop expanding? She was almost eight months pregnant now. Surely the growing part would stop eventually.
She looked at Ben who was kneeling on a chair to reach the table and was drawing some things on a white sheet.
"What are you making, Bennie?" The little boy looked up, the tip of his tongue between his lips. She chuckled – he could be completely focused on something that he would even forget to drink something or go to the potty seat.
"Rick Reesa!" he announced, and Van Pelt smiled even brighter. Of course. It didn't even surprise her anymore – she sometimes suspected the little man loved Jane and Lisbon more than his own father.
That thought was temporarily destroyed though, as Rigsby walked into the kitchen. Ben saw immediately that his father had walked in and jumped off the chair, waggling a bit but managing to fall around one of his legs.
Rigsby chuckled and lifted his son. "Hey there, Hero."
Ben chuckled too and moved to get out of Rigsby's arms already. He waggled over to the chair and struggled to get on the chair, but he once again managed just fine.
Rigsby stole a quick kiss from Van Pelt, who had been watching Ben for the past fifteen minutes. She just didn't know what else to do since she was on maternity leave. And anyway, that little boy fascinated her immensely.
Rigsby sat down with a small sigh. He watched Ben too, not even bothering with asking what the little man was making – it was always 'Rick and 'Reesa.
"You know... I was wondering something," Rigsby started. Van Pelt slightly rolled her eyes but smiled all the same.
"Hmm?"
"How did Jane and Lisbon suddenly start sleeping together?"
From all the questions she was expecting, this question was certainly not it.
She was quiet for a while, her eyes not leaving little Benjamin who grew more curious the longer they were silent. He put down a child-friendly crayon and sat down on his bottom, a finger in his mouth.
Van Pelt reached over and ran a hand through Ben's chestnut hair.
"I really don't know." She sighed. "It was like she was pregnant out of the blue."
He chuckled. "You and Lisbon never discussed it?"
"What, just because we're women means that we discuss everything?"
"No, because you're Lisbon and Van Pelt. You always discuss everything."
She sighed.
"Well, I heard that..."
"Jane?"
He closed his eyes. She had to stay away from his attic, forever and ever. He couldn't trust himself, not now he knew for certain what he was feeling for her. If she didn't stay away from him, bad things would happen and he would lose her. He would accept anything except for that.
"Jane, please let me in."
He knew she didn't only mean his attic, but he shook his head.
"No," he whispered. "I..."
"Jane, I'm serious."
"I love you..." he whispered, almost as low as he could, not even hearing what he said himself.
"Jane, god dammit." He got up and slowly walked to the door, but she didn't wait for him to open the door. So when she did, she walked straight into his arms.
His heart took over before he could think about it, and he bowed down and kissed her. She gasped but he didn't pull away from her, even pulling her closer.
She moved away from him, and this time he let her.
"Jane-"
"I love you, Teresa. I love you, please..."
What was he begging for again? She shook his head but swallowed.
"Jane, we... I mean..."
He kissed the corner of her lips. The breath caught in her throat.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. She lifted her hand and brushed his cheek. She pulled away as if burned.
"We can't..."
He brushed her hip. "I'm sorry you think of us that way."
She stared into his eyes for a long time, then raised her hand and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Seriously? In the attic?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, that's what I heard. It wouldn't be the only time, trust me. But Lisbon doesn't really enjoy talking about her and Jane's love life..."
"What're we discussing," a non-question was asked by none other than Cho.
Van Pelt jumped up. Rigsby chuckled at her reaction.
"Jane and Lisbon's love life," Rigsby answered. Van Pelt was having trouble catching her breath.
"Again."
"Yeah, again. It will forever be a mystery when they started sleeping together."
"It's not a secret."
"Yes it is."
Cho glared at Rigsby, then just shook his head softly and went over to Ben.
"You're not supposed to come and pick him up in half an hour."
"I know." He looked at the drawing Benjamin was making. The little boy was smiling brightly at his uncle, proud at what he had created. The hint of a smile grew on Cho's lips.
"For Rick and Reesa?" he asked the little boy. Benjamin nodded, his smile growing even wider. "It's good."
"Yay!"
They all smiled, even Cho smiled brighter than he normally did. Then he turned back towards the other adults present.
"I know Lisbon told you so, but their first time wasn't in Jane's attic."
"Lisbon."
"Go away Jane, I want to sleep."
A few minutes later, when Lisbon had almost slipped into sleep again, his voice came back.
"Lisbon."
"Dammit Jane."
"Please let me in. I want to sleep too."
"You've got your own room. Lemme sleep."
His voice disappeared. Lisbon sighed contently and closed her eyes again. She felt peaceful, being able to rest after the long day they had had, in combination with the difficult case they were working- She shrieked when she felt a hand on her hip.
She reached out for the gun that was placed on her nightstand and pointed it at the person that had seriously invaded her privacy – but dropped it as soon as she saw who it was.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She really wanted to shoot him but the mess it would leave would cost her immensely since the CBI wouldn't be paying for that.
He reached out for her hand and made her drop the gun. As soon as she was unarmed, he tackled her and they tumbled onto her bed.
"Ja-"
He attacked her mouth. She couldn't fight him, because quite honestly – this was what she wanted.
"And how would you know?"
Cho just stared at them.
After another futile attempt to finish reading the book, he put it away.
He knew this wasn't their usual nightly routine – if it was, then he would've seen it in their behavior, or they would have at least gotten a sparkle in their eyes. Especially Lisbon, she had never been good in hiding that she had gotten lucky. Jane, he didn't have much experience with since it had happened, let's say, never in the time that they had worked together, but the guy had been waiting for Lisbon for nine years now, so there should have been a sparkle in his eyes too.
That sparkle had never been observed, though.
He closed his eyes.
Right now, he regretted not telling them that the walls were very thin in motels.
"You heard them?"
"Yes." He dismissed them completely and focused on little Ben who was offering him a crayon.
"That doesn't bother you?"
"No."
They were all silent as they watched Benjamin and Cho finish the little boy's drawing for 'Rick and Reesa'.
"Did you hear something about them, Wayne?" Van Pelt asked after quite a while. He hesitated, then averted his eyes – not quick enough to hide his blush.
"Don't tell me you assumed she was made pregnant by the pregnancy-fairy."
He shut his eyes and his blush even worsened.
"Really?! Dammit, Wayne, you're such a child-"
"No, I did not believe in fairies, Grace, I'm not that immature. I just... never really thought about it before. It's none of our business."
"Since when do you care?"
"Since I don't want to think about them having-" He stopped when Ben looked up at him. "You know, doing... that. I always get visuals when people start talking about that."
Van Pelt rolled her eyes. She brushed his hand.
"I think... that no matter how they started off... it was good from the beginning."
Cho and Rigsby nodded. That moment, the phone rang.
"Do not tell me that's Jane."
Rigsby checked the caller ID.
"It's Jane."
"I swear to God, he's a psychic."
Rigsby smiled and answered the phone. He nodded and 'hmm-ed' a few times, then put down the phone.
"Jane and Lisbon are having a party celebrating them being together for eight months. Jane said that they didn't want to have secrets anymore or something like that. And they – but I think it's Jane – want to answer all our remaining questions."
Van Pelt rolled her eyes. "Great. Now we'll have to listen to the story of them... doing it for the first time."
"If it was up to Jane, yes, probably. Lisbon is still there, though. It can't be that bad."
~...~
Van Pelt covered her eyes as Jane kept on talking and talking. This was so bad.
She knew that this would be terrible. She knew all the questions they might have had ever since Lisbon became pregnant would be answered. She just didn't know Jane could be so... specific. She also hadn't known that that had been their first time together. Yes, she had encouraged Jane to make the first move, but she hadn't thought that they would actually go that far.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He sighed and looked up at the person the hand belonged to. It was Van Pelt.
"Jane... I know it's difficult, with Red John and all... but she will always be waiting for you. She won't feel this this way about any other man ever again."
He shook his head. "I can't, Grace. There are so many risks... I might lose her."
She made him raise his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. She sighed and lowered her hand. She looked at Lisbon who was paddling at the water's edge. Her hair was blown gently out of her face, the setting sun giving a golden glow to her features.
Van Pelt sighed again.
"Just tell her how much you love her."
She brushed his shoulder briefly, looked at Lisbon for a few moments, then walked away.
Jane didn't look at the sand brushing through his toes now – he looked at Lisbon.
She embraced herself with her arms, and it looked like she was lost in thoughts.
He rubbed his face. Took in a deep breath.
He knew Van Pelt was right. Absolutely right.
But he couldn't. He couldn't risk her life just because he was in love with her. There was more at stake now.
It had all been different with Angela. So less complicated – he loved her, she loved him. That had been it. No hard feelings, no serial killer. No pressure – well, except for the pressure put on them by their parents.
But now with Teresa...
He shook his head and rubbed his face again.
He couldn't risk her life... but he couldn't risk losing her before he had told her how much he loved her.
So he got up and slowly crossed the beach, the sand strangely slowing down his movements even more.
She didn't see him approaching her until he stood beside her. He looked at the sun as well. Before he could do anything, she reached out and linked their hands.
He looked down at their intertwined hands, and he felt... happy. The happiest.
"I'm sorry for being me, Teresa."
She shook her head, not taking her eyes off the sun.
"If you weren't you, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you."
He swallowed. They stared at the setting sun until it disappeared into the ocean. He squeezed her hand, and from the corner of his eyes he saw her slowly turning her head.
"You deserve someone better than me."
She stepped closer until her face almost touched his shoulder. He only turned his head, feeling her warm breath on his skin.
"I don't want someone better. I want you."
He closed his eyes and turned his head so he would be looking at the sea again if he didn't have his eyes closed.
"I..."
She went on tip-toe and kissed his cheek – his heart skipped a beat.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Jane," she said softly. "You deserve more too."
"But you're perfect, Teresa. You're all I ever wanted."
She sighed and brushed his cheek this time. His cheek felt aflame, just like his heart. He wouldn't survive this.
"Guess we both won't look for someone else."
He opened his eyes and looked at her again. She looked even more beautiful now, and he didn't even know what had changed.
"Teresa..." he whispered.
She made him turn towards her and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Teresa..." he breathed now.
"I love you, Patrick." She paused for a few seconds. He was getting light-headed with her in his arms. "I just wanted you to know that... just in case... something happens..."
"I keep thinking about what'll happen if he gets to you, Teresa," he whispered. She closed her eyes as his breath touched her face.
"Then stop thinking," she replied, as she excruciatingly slowly came closer to him. He was the one completely closing the distance between them and linking their lips.
Needless to say, they both stopped thinking.
Lisbon just sat in her chair, doubting between covering her eyes because of shame or shoot Jane. Van Pelt noticed.
"Okay, thanks Jane for that lovely piece of information."
"I wasn't done yet-"
Lisbon stepped in now. "We have cake!"
A/N: So let me know! I really want to know what you think!
