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Chapter 11

The next morning Patrick woke early, at first he was a little confused at his present position. He was lying on Lisbon's bed, with her curled up against his chest. Her head buried under his chin. He wondered how this had happened. Then he thought back to last night, and the terrible dream, but then Lisbon, oh dear sweet Lisbon had let him cuddle up in her bed, and comforted him. He sighed happily, slightly tightening his hold on her body. It felt so natural for her to be there, for them to be holding each other like this.

Lisbon was beginning to stir slightly, sighing and humming slightly. Thinking fast Jane closed his eyes, let his breathing become slower, faking sleep seemed like a good idea right now. He was hoping that by doing this he could get Lisbon to stay with him like this a little longer. Anything to keep her close to him.

Lisbon blinked her eyes open, once, twice, three times, no she wasn't dreaming. He really was still there. She honestly thought he would leave early that morning, either to go to the CBI or just to go back to the couch. Teresa could never have dreamed that he would still be here with her in her bed, and holding her in such a natural way, as though this is how things were always meant to be. She snuggles unconsciously closer to him, breathing in his scent and losing herself in the heat radiating from his body.

"Morning," Jane spoke, and as per usual that first vocalisation of the morning was always a little husky and dry.

"Arg!" Lisbon jumped, from being in Jane's arms she jumped right out of her skin and across the bed to the other side. "Jane don't do that."

"Do what?" Jane said, holding his arms in a what did I do gesture. "This?" He reached over and pulled Lisbon gently by the arms back into his embrace.

"Yes, among other things." Lisbon lied, faking an attempt to escape from his arms, but not really trying.

"I know you're lying Teresa," Patrick whispered into her ear, his warm breath ruffling her hair there slightly.

"How come?"

"Well for a start you're not really trying to push away from me, I know your stronger than that, and for another thing you didn't seem to have a problem with this last night, or this morning as I recall."

Lisbon just grumbled and him and he just chuckled in reply, she really was an amusing person at times. This time she really did push him away and rolled up and out of the bed, pulling her long shirt down as she did so, she wanted at least some dignity when Jane was around.

"Where you going? Don't you want to stay here with me, you know you want to." Jane wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at Lisbon and propped himself up on one elbow looking at her as she wondered around the room gathering articled of clothing.

"I am going to get a shower." Lisbon replied, ignoring the rest of his question.

"Have fun" Jane called after her as she closed the door, he heard the lock click across, this was probably for his benefit, no one liked to have their shower interrupted by an unexpected and unwelcome visitor.

Sighing at Lisbon's departure Jane rolled over and off the bed. He noticed he was still wearing his shirt and vest, even though by now they were very crinkled. He brushed them off slightly, in a vague attempt to push out some of the wrinkles, but to no avail. Walking out of the bedroom Jane made his way to the kitchen with the intention of making breakfast for his favourite CBI agent.

Lisbon loved the feel of the warm water cascading down her body, helping her unwind and loosen taught muscles. It gave her time to think, mostly about last night and Jane. He looked so lost and dishevelled when he has staggered into her room. Her mothering instinct had really come out then, as it often does when she around him. But she had other feelings too, feelings that meant she wanted to keep him there with her forever, she never wanted to leave his side. Lisbon had never thought she would fall in love, she has always suspected that her life would revolve around her work, maybe with the odd date now and then. But this was it, that feeling she never thought she would have.

She finished her shower and dried herself off with the towel she had left draped over the sink. After that she got dressed into her casual wear of a pair of baggy tracky bottoms and a black strappy top, she didn't give a damn of what Jane thought she looked like, she just wanted to be comfortable. She unlocked the door and walked back into her bedroom, throwing her football shirt on the bed, leaving it unmade, she never saw the point in making it, its not like anyone ever saw it.

She the hear the sizzling of cooking and the smell of bacon and other great ingredients to a proper breakfast as she made her way towards the kitchen. She, of course knew who the culprit was. Oh that man, he was so brilliant sometimes, although at others he was a total pain. Her min blurred and focused again on thoughts of having him around more often. She could wake up every morning in the circle of his arms and his warm embrace. He could cook her breakfast every morning, rather than her usual rushed bowl of cereal. A more domestic type of life, the kind that most normal people live in.

Lisbon leaned against the kitchen door frame, just watching as Jane slaved over her oven. A slight smile lifted the tips of her mouth.

"Well my dear, feeling fresher now are we?" Jane turned round and smiled at her, pan in hand, spatula in the other.

"Yes, much better thank you. You not going to have a shower? I can get you come towels if you like." Lisbon sounded a little awkward, but who wouldn't right now to honest?

"That would be great, but how about we eat breakfast first okay?"

"Good, it smells great by the way." Lisbon seated herself in front of one of the plates Jane had laid out on her small kitchen table.

"Thank you very much, how much do you want?" Jane put eggs, bacon and sausages onto her plate. After making sure she had want she wanted he piled the rest onto his own plate and took the seat opposite Lisbon.

"You know I never asked," Jane began, "How did you sleep last night, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No you were fine, I was awake anyway."

"What were you doing at that late an hour Lisbon?" Jane asked knowing that when he went into her room in had at least been in the small hours of the morning.

"Reading." Lisbon answered simply. She couldn't exactly say 'worrying about you and feeling the need to check on you every half an hour to make sure you were still sleeping soundly.'

"Oh, that good a book then?" Jane looked up at her over his fork, a piece of bacon dangling from it casually.

"Yeah it's good, but I have read it quite a few times already, it's more of a way to try and get to sleep. But I got up to my favourite part."

"What book is that then?" Jane asked interestedly, heads tilted to one side slightly, almost like a loyal Labrador looking his owner.

"Does it really matter?" Lisbon sighed.

"Of course it does, I like finding these things out. Oh can I guess?" His face lit up at that last sentence.

"Alright then, but as long you help me with the clearing up, you made a lot of mess cooking breakfast this morning." Lisbon gathered the plates and put them next to the draining board. "You wash and I'll dry and put away, fair?"

"Perfectly my dear." Jane practically skipped over to the washing up bowl and ran some warm water into it, adding liquid to make some bubbles. He sent a mischievous glance in Lisbon's direction, putting his hand deep into the bubbles he pulled out a handful and blew it all right in Lisbon's face, covering her with the soapy suds.

"Jane!"

Patrick grinned happily and boyishly, oh this was going to be a fun day, mostly for him, but hopefully for Lisbon too. This consultant had a few plans up his sleeve to make sure of that.