The first thing Lisbon was aware of was warmth. And extreme comfort. And then her 'pillow' moved and she suddenly realized she was halfway sprawled on Patrick Jane. She moved her head slightly to see Jane's relaxed boyish face. He actually looked asleep. But then she was lying on his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat, arm across his stomach and his hand on her hip, seemingly blazing its imprint through her clothes.

She had to move. The position was too intimate. She shifted to escape his embrace and tried to do it without waking him but was unsuccessful.

He opened his sleepy eyes and slowly smiled. "Good morning."

She scrambled up. "Gotta go to the bathroom," she said then went into his facilities to gather her wits. She turned on the faucet and splashed her face before looking into the mirror and grimacing. Her hair was all over the place and she was horrified that Jane saw her looking out of her norm. Not that she really cared but it was the principle.

"Lisbon?" Jane's voice came over the water. "You ok?"

She swallowed a nervous laugh before running her fingers through her untamed hair, shutting off the tap, and opening the door to look at the now standing Patrick Jane, running his fingers through his own hair.

He grinned. "Hey."

She shifted her balance. "Well, this is awkward, isn't it."

His mouth curled down slightly. "How so? You fell asleep. Apparently so did I."

She edged towards the door. "I'm going to go get a shower and changed now."

Jane took a small step towards her. "Teresa, we do need to talk," he tried again. "About this."

She made a frustrated noise from the back of her throat. "There is no 'this'!" she repeated once again before escaping to her own room.

Lisbon used her IPOD to keep Jane at his distance as they returned the rental and sat somewhat impatiently waiting to be boarded, trying to ignore the antsy man sitting next to her.

Once they boarded to await takeoff Lisbon turned up the volume- grateful she had charged it at the hotel and looked out the window Jane allowed her to sit by.

He took her hand and she decided it was easier to let him stroke her knuckles than fight it out with him.

Apparently it wasn't enough for him. He took the closest ear bud out and leaned in. "Lisbon, you aren't my boss if that's the problem."

She turned to look at him. "That's not exactly the problem."

"Well, what do you perceive the problem could be?" he asked, honestly.

"This can't happen," she asserted.

"Lisbon, how else can I say this? This is happening right in front of both of us."

Lisbon glared and put her ear bud buck in her ear.

He plunked it back out. "I sleep when I'm with you."

She rolled her eyes. "Great. What type of company does that say I am? The great insomnia cure."

"Lisbon..."

"What, Jane? What do you want me to do about this? Say everything's going to be ok? We do whatever it is we want to do and to hell with the consequence? We're not even in a romantic relationship now and look at us- we're about to kill each other."

He just looked amused. "I'm just wanting to talk. You're the one being the spitfire."

Lisbon glared and flipped him off. "Spitfire this, Jane."

"You want to kiss me," he said matter-of-factly.

She looked surprised. "What?"

"I can see it in your eyes. You want to kiss me."

She struggled with a blush. "Uh, we're on a plane with people. I think it would be inappropriate."

"You do," he grinned as he argued.

"Jane, this is not the time or the place and I'm not going to kiss you even if you keep insisting I want to. Leave it."

"Come on, Lisbon."

Her temper snapped. ""What are we going to do, Jane, go back to your house, sit on your lonely mattress and then lie under the smiling symbol of Red John?"

Jane blinked. "That's cold."

She sighed, allowing it probably was. "What do you want me to do, Jane? You want to come over all the time and just have sex?"

"No, Lisbon--"

"What do you want to do?" she asked. "Just tell me so I can tell you no and we can get this over with and go on with life."

"I want you to admit you want to kiss me."

She rolled her eyes again. "If I do can we move on?"

He paused for a moment. "Yes."

"Then yes, I want to kiss you. Not right now but when I don't want to kill you I want to kiss you. You are very kissable."

His smile lit his face. "Thanks."

"Moving on!"

He chatted aimlessly for several minutes before she placed her ear bud back to ignore him for some time.