A/N: I really don't know where this chapter came from. I really don't. Sorry if this chapter makes you extremely uncomfortable.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
'Not alone'
Chapter 10, 'Inducing labor'
Director Bertram was history. Would she get fired if she killed him? Probably. Did she care? Not really.
"So, Agent Lisbon, what have you and your team been doing since you caught the infamous and notorious serial killer Red John? It's been eight months, right?"
Lisbon stared at the interviewer, then swallowed and averted her eyes, trying to hide her smile.
Yeah, what had they been doing since they caught Red John? She looked down at her pregnant belly. She was seven days late now, this kid was too stubborn to get out of her. Apparently, it was too nice and warm where it was nestled in her womb.
"There has been a switch in the hierarchy of our team..." The corners of her mouth twitched. Yeah, because it was obvious that was because of them catching Red John, ahum.
The interviewer had noticed her amusement. Of course the man had seen her belly; you couldn't look over it anymore. She was ready to explode. The fact that Bertram had actually made her responsible of talking to the press for this special a network was establishing had surprised her – he knew as well as everyone did that she could go into labor any moment now.
"I, uh... we..."
Rigsby and Van Pelt were too busy taking care of their baby – of course theirs wasn't stubborn. Dammit.
Cho had meetings with the higher-ups about possible changes within their team if she were to come back after her maternity leave.
And Jane just wanted to make her suffer because she apparently had teased him too much the day before.
There wasn't much to say anyway, and she didn't know why this network was so interested in knowing about how they closed the Red John case – they closed it; that was the most important thing. He couldn't kill people anymore, the civilians of the entire state of California were safe. Or something like that. That was what the media made of it anyway.
"Tell us something about your pregnancy."
"I don't see why my pregnancy is relevant for your investigation."
"It isn't. But seeing as you're pretty pregnant you had to-"
"Okay, that's enough, I don't see any reason why I should stay here anymore."
She used the table she was sitting in front of for leverage to get up on her feet.
That was when Jane decided to show his ass and come in.
"Ah, I see you're done."
"No, not really," the interviewer said. Lisbon just smiled at Jane.
"Yes, we're done."
"Great, because I'm gonna steal you now."
He snatched her wrist, ignoring that the interviewer was protesting. Lisbon just let herself be pulled with Jane; she couldn't fight him anyway at the moment.
When they were out of the room, she made him turn towards her.
"Okay, what the hell are you doing?"
He smiled and shrugged. "I know you didn't like that interview from the beginning, thought I might as well help you out."
She sighed, and crossed her arms above her belly. "Jane... Director Bertram wanted me to do this. I might lose my job completely if I disrespect him."
"You don't disrespect him. You just didn't want to do what he told you to do."
"Jane..."
"Okay, okay. I just got you out of there because I know we're both sick of waiting for our baby to come."
She frowned and waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she rolled her eyes. "So?"
"I called your practitioner if she finds it okay to induce labor and she wondered why we didn't do it sooner."
"What? You want to induce labor?"
He looked at her as though what he was saying made absolute sense.
"Yes, of course."
"Jane-"
"Just come. I'm sure you'll enjoy one point on the list."
"Which is?"
He didn't reply, just smirked at her. She knew enough.
~...~
The phone was ringing.
They didn't pay attention.
He was just in time to catch her as she almost fell down, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. He carefully made her sit down on the floor in between his legs.
She laughed despite being out of breath. He rubbed her arms, her belly, but not her breasts. He knew to avoid them.
He kissed the skin in her neck.
"Well...," she breathed when she had gained a slight modicum of control, "that was interesting."
She was still giggling but her arms were pulling on his, wanting him to wrap his arms around her tighter. He did.
"What's so funny?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I never thought I would enjoy making love while I was a walking whale, but now... phew."
He smiled. "So do you feel anything?"
"Besides pleasure and satisfaction? Nope."
He sighed.
"So what's the next thing on your mighty list?"
He kissed the skin in her neck. "Let's first get you into a soft bed."
He got up and put his hands in her armpits, hoisting her up. She turned around and kissed him, a passionate kiss that took his breath away. He tried to push her away though – he really wanted her to be in a bed when they continued this.
She sensed it. She turned around and walked into the direction of the stairs, putting as much of a sway to her hips as she still could. He playfully hit her butt. She chuckled.
It never hurt to try more, he supposed.
A/N: Hmmm... I don't know.