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Chapter 11

By the time Jane finished the song, she was asleep and he also closed his eyes to fall into peaceful sleep.

He was in the CBI, napping on his couch as usual. He heard a loud noise, so he opened his eyes to find Lisbon beside Grace's desk with a pile of files in her arms. The thing that made the noise was her coffee mug hitting the floor. Her stack of paperwork swayed when she looked after the cup with a sigh. Jane immediately jumped up and hurried to help her before everything ended up on the floor, and he slipped his hands under the files to get them from her.
Lisbon looked up with surprised eyes, but a soft smile graced her features when she realized it was him. She handed him the papers and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.

"Thanks, Jane!" she murmured and he was shocked that she was acting so affectionately with him, especially in the middle of the bullpen.

"You're welcome; where should I put them?" he asked with a charming grin, and she just nodded towards her office. He made his way to said place and dropped the files on her desk. As she walked past him, Lisbon brushed his shoulder and then sat down in her chair. She spun around to get something from the drawer behind her and Jane watched her for another moment. Then, without a word, he turned and started to walk back to his couch.

However, as soon as he left her office he was stopped in his tracks by the sight that greeted him. It was a beautiful, tall, blond woman who stepped into his line of sight and he froze, his heart beating faster.

"Angela" he breathed unbelievingly.

"Hello, Patrick," the woman said and smiled gently at him; Jane closed the distance

between them with two swift steps. He couldn't hug her, though, because as he got closer, he saw that she wasn't really there. She was probably just a creature of his imagination, a ghost from his past...

His soul ached and his face fell when he realized this, but Angela's smile got wider and she shook her head.

"Don't be sad, Patrick! That wretched face never suited you very well!" she chuckled and rolled her eyes, just like Lisbon.
No, you have to stop comparing her to Lisbon or the other way around, he told himself angrily. He looked, or more correctly, stared at his wife, grateful to see her again even though he knew she wasn't really there. He had so many questions but somehow none of them came to his mouth. He didn't want to break the moment, nor risk that she may disappear if he asked the wrong thing. So he just stared at her and waited.

"Take care of her, Patrick! Be careful not to mess it up because she is the one you need. She deserves to be happy and you do too..." Angela said and he knew exactly what she was talking about. His eyes widened and he gaped at her. The woman laughed and her blond hair flew around her face as she shook her head. "Come on Patrick, I know you love her and I want you to be happy. You deserve to live again, so let yourself! And appreciate her, she will be with you no matter what happens." she said and as the words left her mouth she slowly started to fade in front of his eyes.

"Angie!" he reached out but he couldn't get a hold of her. She smiled at him once more before she disappeared. "I love you", he told the blurry image of his beloved wife and he saw her gaze lovingly at him, finally fully disappearing.

Jane sighed, and felt his blood cool in his body. But somehow he had a weird, warm, pulsing feeling inside of him that fought with his shock. He could only describe it as hope...

Just with that, Patrick Jane woke up from his dream in the middle of the night. It took him a second to remind himself where he was and then he was able to see a little in the dark room.

He felt Lisbon snuggled into his side and he smiled at her tousled hair and peaceful face. Her eyelids slightly fluttered; then she pushed her face into his shoulder with a quiet sigh. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you!" he whispered even though he knew she couldn't hear it. Then he tightened his arm around her waist and fell back asleep.

...

Lisbon didn't know how a headache could be this much of a pain. Before she even opened her eyes, she felt the throbbing pain in her head and her whole body was numb. She opened her eyes a bit, then squeezed them close again when she was greeted with the brightness of the sun. She bit back an annoyed moan and turned her head away from the light.

That was when she realized that her legs and back was hurting too. She was laying in the bed in a weird, twisted pose. Her head was leaning on something warm and soft which wasn't her pillow, and it was slightly higher than the other parts of her body. She wondered what could it be, then in this way of thinking, her mind began to work on the happenings of the last night.

She didn't want to wake up, but she needed a painkiller really soon and some water.

She blinked very slowly and noticed the form of a man's outline in front of her, under her technically… Now she knew what that incredibly comfortable, warm thing under her head was. When she further opened her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a perfectly lined nose and blond curls.

She lifted her head from his chest and that was when she felt his arm around her waist, keeping her at his side. Jane's eyes were still closed, his breathing even and slow. He was still asleep and a ghost of a smile played on his lips.

Lisbon felt her body react to his presence in many unexplainable and bewilderingly new ways. Her heart beat faster, and her blood was racing in her veins like a galloping horse. A small gasp escaped her mouth and her cheeks flushed.

She considered if she should wake him up or just let him sleep some more. She could just watch him, but then her own words echoed in her mind from the previous morning when, just like today, she woke up next to Jane... Only that time he was watching her, and she honestly told him how creepy that was. So now watching him sleep, however tempting it seemed, would be totally wrong.

She was afraid that if she moved just an inch he would notice it and stir, so she needed to stay completely motionless and quiet.

She tried to close her eyes and go to sleep again but eventually she discovered that once she woke up, there was no going back to sleep for her. Especially not when the sunbeams practically engulfed the entire room and both of them. Why hadn't she darkened the room with curtains originally?

After five minutes of being a breathing statue, she decided to make a move.

Her headache was starting to get worse, and she had an uncomfortable and unnerving feeling forming in her stomach. She had no intention in throwing up in her own bed, so she carefully shifted her head from Jane's chest and slipped out of his arms. She heard a protesting grumble and she stopped moving, holding her breath as she looked back at him and only daring to blink when he sighed and turned a bit. He seemed like he was fast asleep again.

She pursed her lips together in concentration as she inched away from Jane. His hand still clung to her waist and when she pulled away from him, Jane curled his fingers in a weak attempt to keep her there.

"Don't go..." he murmured sleepily and she grimaced, disappointed that she woke him up.

"I need to; my head is killing me!" she whispered, afraid that a louder voice would make her pain even worse.

"I'm not even surprised," he chuckled. He smiled at her and with his thumb, he stroked her chin gently. She pulled away with raised eyebrows, taken aback by such an intimate gesture.

"By the way, how did you end up in my bed again?" she asked casually, a grimace forming on her lips. She did everything she could to hide how flustered she was merely from the fact that he was laying there beside her. "Did you have a nightmare again, or what?"

….

His heart shattered into tiny little pieces in that second. She didn't remember. How could she not remember when all he could think about was last night? He knew that a hangover could cause blackouts but he never thought that he would have to face it like this.

His happiness disappeared and he was hopeless. What should he do? Should he

tell Lisbon? Or tell her without any details? Details which he couldn't get out of his head.. or maybe just hint? Should he take the risk to kiss her and hope that last night wasn't just the alcohol talking?

She was still looking at him with questioning, sleepy eyes and he so freaking much wanted to kiss her. He remembered his promise to her last night and his heart sank. Seems like she wasn't in the best state of mind to bring it up.

"Yeah...Yes, I...Yes I did," he muttered and he didn't even manage to convince himself. He ran his free hand over his forehead and realized the other was still at her hips. He was surprised she hadn't shaken it off yet.

She looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, clearly confused from his behavior but she did't say anything. He tried to compose himself again, pulling his thoughts together before she would notice that something was up.

She shifted and moved towards the edge of the bed, and this time he didn't stop her. He decided he could use some time alone to think. Although, when she lifted the covers to get out of the bed, she stopped and Jane would have swore that he heard her suck in a breath. She looked over her shoulder at him, her messy hair cascading over her back.

"Jane? Why am I only wearing a bra?" she asked and she blushed a little. His brain raced to find a believable answer.

"Last night you decided to sleep in your bra because you were pretty hot..." he replied and forced himself not to smirk or think about just how true this was. She was actually damn hot yesterday, and not only in the way she thought he meant.

"I see..." she nodded slowly, rolling her eyes. She stood up and stretched. Jane swallowed hard; his mouth went all dry from the sight of her body. He noticed a tiny bite mark on the back of her right shoulder and repressed a proud grin. He made that... He just hoped she wouldn't spot it.

She started for the door, and he let his eyes linger on her body. He wished he had gotten rid of her pants too last night so he could see her legs now.

Lisbon stopped at the door, her hand on the doorknob, and turned back to him.

"Jane? Don't touch my stuff!" she told him with a pointed look, and he knew she was referring to the previous morning. The thought of it, and more concretely the book he found, sent his pulse racing again and he nodded shakily.

As she left the room, she still seemed confused and the small wrinkle between her eyebrows told him that her headache was bothering her quite much. As soon as the door shut close after her he let out a trembling sigh and he sat up. He bent his head into his hands and rubbed his face.

"God" he groaned and felt like his head was going to explode. What will he do now? After all that happened, all the dancing around each other and making up courage to act out their feelings they finally got somewhere last night. He could finally tell her how much he loved her and she didn't remember.

Should he see it as a sign from the universe? He didn't want to but it crossed his mind that maybe it wasn't a coincidence that she didn't remember. Maybe her brain blocked the memory to protect her from the awkwardness of the morning. Only, he was sort of sure last night that she knew what she was doing. That she wanted it as much as he did.

So then, should he try again this night? Without the alcohol... And see what happens? Jane wasn't sure he had the courage to do that.

He pushed the covers off himself and thanked God that he put on his shirt last night. He was sure Lisbon would have killed him if she woke up to him shirtless in her bed.

He looked around the room and the stream of memories hit him like a train. He shook his head and made his way to the door. A cold shower was exactly what he needed, but since Lisbon was using the bathroom he had to wait. He went back to his own room and threw himself on the untouched bed. He ran his finger through his hair and that was when he heard her return to her room.

...

After a long shower, he headed down to the kitchen. He heard that the other team members were already there, but he couldn't really make out their conversation, not just because it was too quiet, but mostly because going down the stairs was like a film to him. Again, the memories of the previous night flowed through his head as he went down step by step. He relived every second of their delicious journey up to Lisbon's room and he could almost hear her moans and feel her lips under his own. He stopped shortly at VanPelt's room and remembered how they kissed next to it, Lisbon pressed up to the wall.

As he went on, he had to hold back a groan when his mind replayed the first time their tongues touched. He slid his index finger on the wall, remembering how they stumbled up the stairs. Then, just before he entered the kitchen, he stopped right at the spot where he first kissed her, where he spun her around and pinned her to the wall. He remembered the flash of her eyes and the way she gasped when he crashed his lips to hers. He could feel her legs as she wrapped them around his, pulling their bodies together.

He slammed his eyelids shut and reminded himself that he didn't want to take another icy shower.

Jane took a big breath and stepped into the kitchen. He was greeted by the soft laughter of Grace and the sight of their friends sitting around the table. Cho still had scary black circles under his eyes but, so unlike him, he was smiling widely. Rigsby was facing him across the table and laughing.

Lisbon closed the fridge in the minute Jane entered the room. She shot him a smile that made his heart flutter; then with a bottle of water in her hand, she sat down. VanPelt was at the stove, cooking something that looked and smelled dangerously and deliciously like bacon and eggs.

„Morning, everyone!" he waved at them and plopped down next to Rigsby.

„Did you sleep well?" he looked around.

„Yeah... I fell asleep as soon as I got to my bed!" Grace's voice sounded behind him.

„Me too!" Rigsby nodded in agreement.

„I fell asleep here…" Cho said and when everybody chuckled, he raised an eyebrow. „Wait, did you guys know it?" he asked incredulously.

„Yes, you were asleep when we left you here!" Rigsby admitted with a grin.

„Thanks a lot.." Cho snuffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

„Oh come one Cho, we just wanted to let you have some rest!" Grace tried to reconcile as she came over to the table as well. She put the breakfast down in the middle and everyone hummed.

„Looks wonderful Grace!" Lisbon told her with a smile.

„Thanks, Boss!" VanPelt tucked her hair behind her ears. „Cho, you get to serve yourself first!" she said and handed him a spoon. The agent seemed to forgave them for yesterday and he got a pile of eggs on his plate. Then he handed the spoon to Lisbon.

...

She reached for the spoon swiftly and immediately regretted it. As much as she tried to act normal, just to talk and smile with the others, Lisbon still felt the hangover's effects on herself. Her head was pulsing with pain and she felt a little weak. But she didn't want the others to see just how bad she was feeling. The last thing she needed was her team knowing that she felt like crap after a long night of drinking. And worst of all, she had to realize that she didn't remember anything since the moment they left the bar...

Her last memory was leaving the SUV in front of the bar and she narrowed her eyebrows at the thought that she had to go back for it that day.

"Lisbon, you OK?" she heard Jane's concerned voice and she glanced at him while handing the spoon to Grace.

His eyes were soft and Lisbon happened to find some kind of sadness deep inside of them. She saw that he tried to hide it, but somehow he didn't do such a great job.

Her heart urged her to go over there and hug him, to console him with a loving kiss. Or simply to make this sadness disappear from his beautiful eyes.

But her brain stopped her before she could even consider this. A loving kiss, what's wrong with you Teresa? she scolded herself. He was Jane, her friend and colleague. The pain in the ass consultant but nothing else. Right?

The fact that her heart leaped between her throat and stomach every time he looked at her meant nothing. He probably didn't feel anything of the kind towards her.

Then she remembered his singing in the bar. That must have meant something!
Lisbon pressed her fingers to her temple and closed her eyes. This inner

battle between her head and her heart made her headache worse.

"Lisbon! What's wrong?" Jane's voice sounded again, this time closer and she opened her eyes to find him squatting next to her. She realized she hadn't even answer his previous question.

"Yeah...I..uh, it's just my head. It kills me..." she almost smirked when it occurred her that her words had double meaning.

"Did you take a pill?" asked Grace and she looked worried too. It made Lisbon's heart melt that her team members were this concerned for her well being. She was grateful for having them; they were like family to her now.

"Yes, don't worry. I'll be okay..." she nodded and forced a smile on her face.

It seemed to make VanPelt feel better because she looked back to the food, served herself, and then piled some eggs on Rigsby's plate too.
But Jane wasn't mollified. He was still beside her, his hand resting lightly on her knee. He searched her face and probably saw her lie because he didn't move.

"I'm fine Jane!" she assured him and motioned him to go back to his chair.

With a sigh he did and Lisbon fiddled with her fork before she dug into the eggs.

She eyed Jane from the corner of her eyes and noticed that something was different. She couldn't tell what, but there was something odd about him today. Weird, considering that as far as she remembered yesterday he drank the least of all of them.

"I need to go back for the car today but you can stay here and rest." she announced, breaking the silence that settled between them. She was hoping that a walk would help her headache cease.

Grace and Rigsby nodded and Cho hummed gratefully. Jane on the other hand looked at her and put his fork down.

"Can I go with you, Lisbon?" he asked and she pushed aside the urge to let out an exasperated sigh.

"I guess you can. Why not..." she shrugged and Jane grinned happily. "We will go right after breakfast." Lisbon added.

„Perfect!" agreed Jane.

So… Please please don't hate me too much! Actually I was thinking about splitting this chapter in two at the point where we find out that Lisbon didn't remember, but then I changed my mind…
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Oh, and can I say a tiny spoiler for next chapter? Don't worry, Lisbon will remember soon! ;)
Until next time, xxx