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They drove in silence for a little. Lisbon reliving the events of the night. The lot of people she met, mostly from Jane's past, the different types of activities, Jane's smile as he looked at her all evening. Like he wasn't afraid to show her any of it, like he wanted her to know this. The fresh experience made her feel dizzy, and she closed her eyes while she leaned her head on the seat.
„Tired?" she heard his soft voice at last. She opened her eyes and thought about the answer for a second.
„Nope…" she shook her head. She wasn't tried, not in the slightest way. Acually, she felt relaxed and happy. This little trip with Jane made her feel like a young kid again. And it was good to feel so carefree and unclouded. She would even dare calling her mood shiny…
„Would you like a coffee?" he asked when he spotted the light of a huge sign in front of them.
„Yes, that would be great!" she agreed and he pulled up at the drive to the parking. They got out and headed into the store.
Jane went to the counter and ordered while Lisbon searched for a free table. When she sat down he appeared with two cups in his hands and a grin on his face. He manouvered to the table and plopped down beside her. He handed her a cup and she reached for it eagerly.
„Thanks!" she said and raised the mug to smell it. The familiar, warm smell of coffee filled her nose and she hummed in pleasure. She glanced at him as she sipped.
Jane watched her in amazement. Her face so calm and trouble-less. She seemed utterly happy at that moment and he thought he had never seen her more beautiful. Her raven hair fell softly, framing her pretty face. Her green eyes sparkling at him and he swore he could see his own soul reflecting in them. She knew him better than anyone, and she didn't know it… Usually Patrick Jane prefered to stay mysterious and unpredictable but to his own surprise it didn't bother him at all that Lisbon knew him inside out.
Lisbon blushed a little at his intense gaze and she arched her eyebrows in a soundless question. He shook his head with a smile and turned his attention to his own cup. He sipped his tea and his thoughts wandered to the woman sitting across the table. Lisbon. His little pixie. His tough, brave, independent boss. So strong, yet so fragile. She needed him and he needed her. Sometimes they were fire and water, night and day, jing and jang. But they needed each other, pieced together, matched.
He would've gone crazy without her after Angela and Charlotte were murdered. He probably would have killed himself.
Suddenly a thought popped up in his head. In a long time this was the first evening he spent out, alone with a woman. Of course he had been out with Rigsby sometimes, or they would all go and have a pizza after a case. And the last month of so, when he moved in to Lisbon's they were never alone. Sarah was always with them, and taking care of her filled their days.
To be honest, this night was the best he had in years. And he could thank it to Lisbon. Her lightness, her laugh, her personality made his heart warm up and he even forgot about the fact that this could be probably called a date. He wasn't trying to charm her, nor seduce her. In fact, he had to laugh at the thought of seducing Teresa Lisbon…
„Jane? Is everything okay?" she asked from him and he looked up. She eyed him worriedly and he could imagine the expression on his face.
„Sure, I'm fine…" he nodded and sipped the remaind of his tea. Lisbon had already put her mug down on the table and she was staring out of th ebig window, out into the night.
They could see the highway from where they were sitting, the lights of the passing cars' were playing on the glass. Jane put his cup down too as he finished and he smiled at her. „Shall we go?" he asked and when she stood up he helped her put on her jacket.
They walked out of the shop, Lisbon leading the way and Jane wondering how nice she looked.
Lisbon was well aware of his stare on her back as she made her way to the car. She got in and waited for him to start the car.
„Jane!" she called and he seemed to stir a little. He looked at her and she continued. „ I want to thank you for this evening! I would never even hope that I will have so much fun…" she admitted with a chuckle.
„I enjoyed it too!" he told her and focused back on the driving. He enjoyed the night more than she would ever think…
…
When they arrived home it was around 10 p.m. The street was deserted, not a car was around. They walked to the door and saw the light on in the kitchen.
„I hope Grace and Wayne had fun with Sarah too. „ Lisbon said and her voice somehow was anxious. She reached for the door but his hand on her arm stopped her. She turned around and found him closer to herself than she expected. He was really close. So close she could see her own reflection in his eyes. Her mouth fell open, her face stunned, her eyes wide, pupils slightly dilated… She was afraid that he could see that too. He must have seen it too if she saw it on her reflection. She gasped as he cupped her face and leaned closer. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest and she stared at his mouth. His lips only milimetres away from hers. She wanted him to come closer, to pull her into his arms, to kiss her. But in the same time she wasn't sure it would be a great idea. What if they didn't make it? What would happen to Sarah? What would she do with her broken heart? Because she knew that losing him would broke her heart into million little pieces. He was too important! Not something she could waste just for fun…
Jane held his breath when he looked into her eyes. He saw the hesitation, the fear, the surprise. All of these he felt too. He was afraid that she would push him away and he wouldn't have anyone to run to. He couldn't lose her, not another woman he loved… This time he really couldn't survive it.
But as watched her, his beloved Teresa he couldn't help but feel the urge to risk it all. Because he wanted more. Always more and more of her…
Mere seconds passed but for them it seemed like decades. Both wanting to kiss but afraid to move, to breathe. Then it was all over in a split second…
Suddenly a thud sounded from next door and they heard a shout. The door of her neighbor opened and a man stuck his head out and looked around.
They quickly stepped away from each other, Lisbon looking down at her feet, her face red as a tomatoe and even Jane looked a little uncomfortable.
„Neighbors…Always bad on timing…" he muttered to lighten the air around them and the corners of her mouth twisted up a little.
But before Lisbon could say anything the door in front of them flew open and a dumbfounded Rigsby stood in the hall.
„Oh, hey! I thought I heard something so I came to check if everything was okay…I didn't mean to interrupt anything…" he muttered.
„It's okay Rigsby…We just got home!" Lisbon smiled at him and entered the house. Jane noticed with a grin that she didn't say anything about Rigsby interrupting them…
He followed her into the hall and tapped the tall man's shoulder. He took in the sight when he stepped into the kitchen and saw that Lisbon was doing the same too.
VanPelt sat on the couch with Sarah in her arms. The baby was asleep but still the redhead seemed to enjoy to just watch her. When Jane and Lisbon entered the room she stood up, put the girl into the cradle and walked to them.
„You had fun?" she asked and when both nodded she added, looking above her shoulder „Sarah was a little angel. Wayne and I were about to melt…" that earned her an uncomfortable groan from Rigsby, clearly he didn't like to seem so fragile. Jane and Lisbon just chuckled, they both knew what Grace was talking about…
„Yeah, she can easily charm anyone…" Jane said and they all sat around the table.
„You tell that?" Grace laughed and Patrick raised his eyebrows in mock innocence.
„What, it's not my fault people find me irresistible…" he shrugged and he peeked at Lisbon. She was looking at him too and their eyes connected for a moment. A rare-seen mischievous smile was hiding in her eyes and he adored every piece of it. He winked at her and then realized that they weren't alone. Fortunately, Grace and Risgby didn't notice anything.
„Actually, we should get going…" VanPelt raised from her chair, thoughtfully sensing that there was something in the air.
Rigsby looked puzzled but he followed the woman.
„Yes, it's getting quite late!" he agreed and went to the couch for their coats. Lisbon stood up too and went to Grace. Much to everyone's surprise she hugged the redhead.
„Thanks for coming!" she muttered to her and now Grace was sure that something had happened.
„You're welcome!" she laughed and pulled back to put on her coat.
In a few minutes they were gone and Lisbon came back from the door. Jane still sat beside the table and looked up at her.
„So…we're alone." He murmured as she walked closer.
„Seems like…" she nodded and a sudden wave of nervousness washed over her. She leaned on the table some steps away from him. She looked into his blue eyes with her thoughts swirling in her head. What would have happened if Rigsby hadn't open that door earlier? Did he really want it? More of a question, did she really want it?
Lisbon stood, frozen in place and didn't move for minutes. She didn't know what to do, but neither did Jane… He wanted to stand up, embrace her, hold her tight to himself. Wanted to kiss her, caress her, claim her…He wanted to take her as his own, and have her forever!
His own feelings scared him. He didn't feel like this in years. Lone, long years without love, without women. When his wife and daughter had died he promised himself he won't love again, he convinced himself he didn't deserve to love, nor to be loved. He closed up, he built walls around himself. He never let anyone see through them, but now he felt he wanted to let her in…He wanted her to see through his walls, see how hurt he was, see that deep down he suffered without love…
He didn't want to love because he didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him. He knew that for him, love was dangerous. He was a mess with dark past and it wasn't even close to its end. His past haunted him and refused to let him alone.
But now he felt that he didn't care. He wanted to throw everything aside and just stare at her, deep into her beautiful eyes. Her eyes which could make him forget everything. Every pain, every trouble in his life. Made him feel loved and safe. He wanted to be with her and tell her how much she meant to him.
He felt like this for a pretty long time. He came to feel this along the years they spent together. Though, he never felt he was ready. Not until now…
These days, living with Sarah and Lisbon, watching how their days passed together he felt ready. He was ready to love again. He was ready to admit he loved again…
At least, he was ready to admit it to himself. Because he was afraid to tell her yet. Too afraid what she would say, what she would do… What would have happened if Rigsby hadn't opened that door earlier? Would she push him away? Would she tell him to leave her alone? Would she accept his love, maybe love him back?
Jane shook his head slightly. All of this seemed like just a daydream for him. How on Earth could Teresa Lisbon love him? But somehow, he had hope in it…Maybe just maybe she felt the same way. And he wanted to know if she felt. Even if it would hurt to know that she didn't…
He had to hope, because that was what kept him going. Hope. Hope that someday he will be happy again, happy because he could make her happy.
His thoughts were broke when she moved. He shut his eyes and cleared his mind. Lisbon slowly pushed herself away from the table and went to the living room. She checked on Sarah, giving her head a little stroke. Such gentleness was in her moves, his eyes teared up a bit. Love was so clear in this sight in front of him. He wanted to be a part of it, felt the urge to walk to her and hug her. He wanted the love too…
He stood up slowly and headed to the living room to Lisbon. He stood on the other side of the craddle, across Lisbon. He looked into the cradle, down on Sarah. The girl's features were light and peaceful as she slept. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't help but think that Sarah looked a lot like Lisbon. And he loved both of them so much…
He looked at Lisbon above the cradle and when she glanced up too their eyes met. She saw the intensity of his gaze and blushed. He smiled gently and walked to her side. She turned to him with her body and he knew it was time.
Now or never…
Next coming:
„What happened?" she asked, fear in her voice.
„I don't know…One moment she was laughing and then…this!" Jane said pointing at the couch in front of them. She sighed desperately and her legs started to tremble.
Jane felt her shaking next to him and without thinking he reached out his arm and hugged her by the waist. She looked at him surprisedly but let him pull her closer.
„It's going to be okay…" he muttered to her silently and she didn't know why, but she believed him.
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By the way…episode 4x07…Wooaaahh…It was powerful and amazing and I simply loved it! I think Simon Baker did a great job! What did you think?