So, yeah, this is the chapter that I have been wanting to write since I started this story. Things are definitely heating up around the office and will get quite close to the boiling point now. I hope you enjoy it. Please review.

Harmon paced back and forth in the front foyer of the Bunny Farm. Grace and Max stood by watching intently. Max had wasted no time in reporting back to his boss about Jack's arrest."How in the hell did they find out about Jack and his relationship with Sarah?" He spun around to glare at his two employees. "It seems that someone in this house has a very big mouth." He walked purposefully to Grace so that he could look her in the eye. "I want to know who."

Grace swallowed hard, praying that her eyes would not show fear and betray her. She knew as well as anyone that if Harmon found out that she was the one who leaked Jack Cooper's name to the cops, she was dead. Finally she nodded. "I'll see what I can find out."

His grin bordered on maniacal as he gazed at her with a familiar look that she knew all to well. He reached up and stroked her red tresses. "Good." His hand trailed down her neck and rested just below her collar bone. "But that can wait. Max,"

The large bodyguard stepped forward. "Yes, Mr. Harmon."

"You can go. Talk to the grounds keepers, the drivers, anyone who would know about Jack and Sarah."

Max nodded. "You got it, Mr. Harmon." He quickly moved to the door and made a hasty exit.

Harmon turned his attention back to Grace. She knew what was coming next. Aside from being less that stellar in bed anyway, when Harmon was angry, he liked to get it out during sex, and sometimes he could be downright sadistic. "I should go start talking to the girls." Grace's voice was low.

"I said that can wait. Right now," He moved his hand to grab her arm and pull her to him. "I'm in need of a little attention."

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From her desk in her office, Lisbon could see straight into the bullpen through the open door to where Jane was laying on the couch, pretending that he was reading a book. He was still sore at her because she decided that it was a good idea under the circumstances to keep him away from their suspect while Cho and Rigsby interrogated him. She had given him the choice between being physically removed from the building or the couch. She was secretly glad that he had chosen the latter so she could keep an eye on him. Glancing down at her desk, she realized that she had been drifting in and out of daydreaming and had gotten no closer to finishing her paperwork.

Jane rested comfortably on the couch with one of Cho's books placed strategically in front of his face. He hadn't missed Lisbon's glances from her desk. He smiled when she finally returned her attention to her paperwork. No doubt she was kicking herself for letting herself daydream. Now that her attention was occupied, Jane was free to watch her over the top of Cho's book. She was quickly becoming a person of interest to him. Posing as a man and walking in a man's shoes is not something that most women could pull off very easily. It took a strong person to constantly pretend to be someone else. He decided that he wanted to get know a person like that a lot better.

She stood up suddenly raising her arms over her head and then stretched from side to side. Then she took her glasses off and reached down to touch her toes. Jane couldn't help but watch the display. It fascinated him to observe her when she thought no one was watching as she slipped out of Lisbon mode and into Teresa mode. As he watched her, he decided that it might be a good opportunity to catch her off guard and perhaps get a little more insight into the woman behind the cop. When she turned to gaze out the window, he moved quickly to the office door.

"Knock, knock," he said, softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned and, to his surprise, made no move to put her mask back on. Perhaps she was getting used to the fact that he knew her secret and saw no point in keeping up appearances in front of him. He mentally patted himself on the back. It was a start.

"Finish your book already?"

Since she didn't immediately dismiss him, he stepped into her office. "Naw, wasn't really my type of story. You know, you really should shut your door when you're taking a Lisbon break, lest someone see you and catch on to your little game." With that he turned and closed the door.

She raised an eyebrow at him not really sure what he meant by 'Lisbon break.' Before she could ask he spoke again. "Do you think they'll get anything out of Cooper?"

Lisbon moved slowly around the desk, hopping up so she could sit on the edge and crossed her arms. "Cho's the best interrogator I've ever seen. He has his own special brand of questioning."

"Yeah," Jane chuckled. "I bet that solemn stare of his really gets em."

In spite of herself, she smiled back at him. Then without warning to even himself, Jane's mouth opened and he said, "You know, you're really very beautiful." The words were out before he realized what exactly was going on. But as he watched her for a reaction, he realized that he meant it. With her glasses gone along with the rest of her masculine demeanor, he found her very attractive.

Lisbon's only reaction was to simply stare at him with an almost unreadable expression, like he had grown another head or something. It was an odd reaction to say the least, but it made Jane smile as he cocked his head to the side. "You know, most women like it when a man tells them that they are beautiful." Still she said nothing, but this time she averted her gaze suddenly finding something excruciatingly interesting on her shoe. Jane continued to watch her with interest and wondered why she suddenly seemed so uncomfortable. Then a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning and he was sure he knew the answer. "I guess you don't get told that a lot, do you?"

It surprised him that it had not occurred to him what Teresa Lisbon had ultimately given up when she chose to live her life on her own terms. She had no true relationships to speak of. Almost everyone that she related to on a regular basis didn't even know that she was a woman. Jane could only imagine the hardship of never being able to be close to anyone.

When Lisbon still didn't respond, Jane took the initiative and walked right up to her so that he stood right at her knees. He cupped her chin and lifted her face to meet his. As he gazed at her, he realized that she was even more beautiful up close and he found himself unwittingly drawn to her.

She watched him curiously, wondering where this was all going to lead. Looking into his soft blue eyes, she saw understanding and empathy. Could he possibly understand what she had been through since pretty much giving up her life almost five years ago?

He took his hands from her face rested them on her knees."It must be frustrating to not be able to express yourself as Teresa Lisbon. Always wearing a mask, pretending to be someone you're not." She dropped her eyes again, but he forced her to look at him. "Not able to have a normal relationship with anyone." He felt compelled to move closer until their faces were only inches apart. "To not be able to feel being touched by another person or..." He stopped talking as he dipped his head even further and pressed his lips lightly to hers.

Teresa's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact. The shock quickly passed and turned into another emotion. She closed her eyes and leaned gently into the kiss while feelings that she thought she had buried deep slowly began to churn in her very core.

Patrick reluctantly disengaged from the kiss to lean back and gaged her reaction. He smiled as he looked at her, eyes still closed and her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. She slowly opened her eyes to look at him. It was evident from her expression that he had ignited something with that kiss, and he was pleased to know that he affected her as much as she did him. He just wondered how far she was really willing to allow those emotions to surface.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer. In a split second, her eyes turned from their normal bright color to dark smoky shade of green that told Patrick that he might be in trouble. Without warning, she grabbed his hair on the back of his head and pulled him into a crushing, passionate kiss. Now it was his turn to be surprised. And what a surprise it was. The sudden outpouring of raw emotion and need that emanated from the woman in front of him sent shock waves rippling from the top of his head all they way down to his heels. He wasted no time in returning the gesture, matching her aggressive embrace and deepening the kiss.

Teresa's mind was reeling from the surge of feelings and emotions that accompanied her brazen actions. But her mind wasn't the only thing that Patrick's kiss sent into spirals. Her whole body reacted as her heart thudded in her chest threatening to split her in two and blood thundered in her ears. She was glad that she was sitting on the desk because she was sure that it was affecting her equilibrium. Before she could reign in the rampant emotions, she wrapped her legs around his waist and roughly pulled him to her with her heels. When his pelvis made contact with and settled between her legs, she could feel his own need as evident as her own.

Her sudden movement caused another bolt of electricity to shock Patrick's system. They were treading in very dangerous territory and he wondered if they had just opened a Pandora's box. More importantly, he was beginning to wonder if they would be able stop what had already reeled way out of control. His hands moved from her bent knees up her thighs. The fabric of her slacks under his fingers was a reminder of her current situation, but surprisingly he found her state of dress, as a man, strangely erotic. Not necessarily her being dressed as a man, of course, but the thought of physically removing her masculine clothes to reveal her very feminine identity beneath them made his body ache from the inside out.

His mouth left hers as he moved over to kiss her neck just below her ear causing her to throw her head back and inhale sharply. As he worked his way down her slender neck he found his hands moving of their own volition to her front quickly unbuttoning her vest and then up to the top button of her shirt.

Teresa reveled in the unbidden feelings that he roused in her as he made short work of the first two buttons, his mouth following his hands blazing a searing trail on her skin. Somewhere in the back of her mind, logic and reasoning were still trying to pull her back to reality. While she tried desperately to ignore it and enjoy the moment, it began to scream at her. "Patrick," she was trying to get his attention but his name rolled off of her tongue in a breathy moan. She cleared her throat. "Jane." Her voice was now clear and assertive causing him to pause and look up at her.

There was no question about the expression on her face, or the silent pleading in her dark eyes. She was trying to reign him in. He tore his gaze away from her flushed face just long enough to glance around. There they stood in the middle of her cold office, ready to give in to their most primal urges right there on her desk. While the idea of taking her there on the desk was tempting, he knew they must stop. This was not the way that he wanted it to be. Not now, not here. Because his brain still wasn't capable of forming a coherent sentence, he could only nodded in understanding. They stood, still embracing, simply looking at each other, each trying to figure out what to say.

They never got the opportunity. The office door opened suddenly as Rigsby and Cho entered. Anything that the two were going to say died on their lips as they stopped dead in their tracks; frozen in shock.

The sudden interruption was like a bucket of cold water that doused the compromised pair at the desk. Jane was very grateful of that as he slowly turned around to face them, making sure to position himself directly in front of Lisbon as she cursed loudly and fumbled with her shirt. "Hey, guys." he said casually.

"What the hell have I told you about knocking!" She screamed at them over Jane's shoulder.

Rigsby stared at them. "I...uh...sorry...we..." Cho quickly grabbed his friend's arm and dragged him out of the office, closing the door behind them.

Jane found himself smiling as turned back to Lisbon. "I think we've been busted."

Lisbon scowled at him, her previously flushed, dreamy expression now beat red from anger. She shoved him back and hopped off the desk. "Terrific! Just great!" She moved back behind her desk and paced. She was clearly very agitated by the ordeal. "There goes all my hard work. All the years of hiding and pretending, just so I could get ahead. All gone. Down the drain."

She was quickly working herself into a frenzy. Jane moved around her desk and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to stop for a moment. "Get a hold of yourself. It's alright." She looked up at him and he saw tears forming in her eyes.

"It's not alright. Don't you understand? As soon as Minelli and the others find out about me...I'm done for." Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Okay, listen, take a deep breath and let's think this through." He said soothingly. "Look, Cho and Rigsby have a great deal of respect for you. Those two would throw themselves in front of a bullet for you, and I'm sure that you would do the same for them. Am I right?" She sniffed and nodded. "Okay, then. You trust those guys to have your back when you're out in the field. Maybe you need to extend that faith to your personal life. Tell them the truth. Who knows? They may surprise you."

In the bullpen, Rigsby was still reeling from the encounter in Lisbon's office. "I told you." He said triumphantly. "I told you."

Cho sat at his desk, still feeling shell shocked. While he had previously begun to agree with Rigsby's assertion about their relationship, finding out the truth of it all had been awkward, to say the least. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting to find out that way."

Rigsby nodded.

"Don't mention anything about it to them." Cho said quickly. "Let them come to us if they want to talk about it. Otherwise, we'll just act like it never happened."

They both fell silent when the office door opened and Jane and Lisbon filed out. They had both adjusted their clothing and smoothed out their hair. Jane went immediately to his couch while Lisbon went to stand in front of her team, clearing her throat to get their attention. "Okay, guys. I think I have a little explaining to do." She paused, waiting for a reply. Cho and Rigsby just looked at her. She had their full attention. She took a deep breath feeling her nerves turning her stomach into a knot. "Wow, um...I don't even know where to start."

"How about starting with your real name?" Jane gently prodded from his place on the couch.

Lisbon glanced at him and nodded. "It's a good a place as any. Um...my real name isn't Terry Lisbon...it's Teresa, Teresa Lisbon..."

Her men listened intently as she told them her story; from entering the Police Academy as a man, to her first assignment, and up until she got promoted to Senior Special Agent. When she finished, she watched them tensely for a reaction.

After a moment, Rigsby was the first one to speak. "You mean, your...a woman?" Lisbon nodded curiously, she was sure that she had covered that part. Rigsby let out a loud sigh. "Oh, thank God."

"Excuse me?" Lisbon was now very confused.

"Yeah, well, we thought..." Cho cleared his throat throat loudly. "I-I thought that you and Jane were...you know."

It took Lisbon a moment to catch up with Rigsby's babbling, but Jane was doubled over on the couch laughing hysterically. Suddenly, Lisbon got clued in and giggled to herself. "That's quite an imagination you have, Rigsby." She said.

"However," Cho cut in. "from what we just saw in your office, it wasn't his imagination."

Lisbon blushed furiously and nodded, conceding his point. "So, what do we do now?" She asked. Both Cho and Rigsby simply looked at her then glanced at Jane who motioned for one of them to speak.

"Well," Cho began, "I can't speak for Rigsby, but as far as I'm concern, your one of the best cops that I've ever met."

"Yeah," Rigsby cut in. "Just because you don't have...I mean just because you have..." Rigsby was obviously beginning to feel self-conscious.

"Just because you're a woman doesn't change the fact that we enjoy working for you." Cho finished for him. "And if you're worried about Minelli and the others...well, what they don't know what hurt them."

Lisbon felt the weight of the world melt from her shoulders. Maybe things would turn out alright. Now that her team knew the truth, she could let her guard down with them a little more. It would definitely improve things. "Okay, well...good then. I suspect that we never need to bring this up again? Especially the...uh..." she shook her head and motioned toward the office.

"The incident?" Cho finished for her, smiling.

"Yes, let's just all pretend that it never happened." They all nodded in agreement. Well, all of them except Jane. He wasn't exactly ready to forget about what happened between them in the office. "So," Lisbon changed the subject. "So, what did you get out of Cooper?"

Rigsby grinned at her. "Cho had him singing like a jay-bird. He admitted to killing Sarah."

Jane sat forward, clearly interested. "Did he say why he did it?"

"He was just a hired hand." Cho said. "He did say that if we convince the DA to make a deal with him, he'll give us his employer."

"That's ridiculous." Lisbon said. "We know he's working for Harmon. We'll hold off on talking to the DA."

"What should we do with him?"

Lisbon thought for a moment. "Take him downstairs and book him for assaulting Jane. At least it will keep him off the streets until we can look into Daniel Harmon."

Rigsby left to get the prisoner, while the others waited. Cho watched Lisbon thoughtfully. "How are we going to get Harmon? We're not suppose to get near him."

"I'll figure something out." She said.

"Can we get some dinner while we're figuring it out? I'm starving." Rigsby dragged Jack Cooper roughly through the bullpen.

Cho rolled his eyes. "You're always hungry."

"What's your point?" he returned indignantly.

Lisbon sighed. "It is dinner time. Alright, Cho go with Rigsby and get the paperwork started on this guy. Jane and I will meet you downstairs. We'll come up with a plan over dinner."

"You got it, Boss." With that, Cho and Rigsby grabbed their coats and led their prisoner to the stairs.

Lisbon smiled to herself at Cho's last remark. Despite everything they had learned about her today, they still wanted her to be their leader. She definitely felt lighter. Lisbon turned to Jane, still on that couch, grinning at her. "What the hell are you so happy about?"

All he said was, "I told you so."

Thanks for sticking with me. I hope you liked reading that as much as i enjoyed writing it. I'm really not too confident when it comes to writing the romance stuff, so please let me know what you think. Thanks.