Lisbon knew she really shouldn't be so tired. To escape Jane's endless chatter she took a page from his book and feinted slumber on the plane only to fall asleep for real. She only stayed awake during their layover by sheer luck and Jane's hilarious rundown of the various people in the airport. She was glad Jane had insisted on driving to the airport because she would have not been able to drive them home.

At eight o'clock Cali time she was turning off lights and dressed for bed. She was getting a glass of water when she thought she heard a noise. Emerging from her kitchen she was surprised to hear knocking on her front door. She checked the peephole and opened the door. "Jane, what are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms over her thin t-shirt. "Did you forget something?"

He smiled and held up her IPOD. "Actually it's what you forgot, my dear Lisbon."

She snatched at it. "Where did you get that?"

"My bag when I was unpacking."

She narrowed her eyes. "Interesting."

His face stayed bland. "Interesting is how I would describe your music choices. Evita?"

She flushed. "You could have returned it at work tomorrow."

He raised a mocking eyebrow. "And give the team something to talk about. I think not, woman." He looked at her curiously. "Am I invited in?"

"No," she said, rudely.

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes."

He looked pleased. "Liar." He bent down and picked up a pizza box. "Hungry?"

Damn him. Her stomach growled as she shook her head so she sighed, backed up, and let him have access to her life once again.

He strode in like he owned the place and set the pizza down before opening her cabinet next to the dishwasher to find the plates. "Ah, Lisbon. So predictable."

She straightened. "I was about to go to bed," she told him strongly.

He continued to put the food on the predictable plates. "I'm not stopping you but you should eat. Could you grab some drinks?"

She sighed, knowing he was there to stay for the moment, and gathered some cans of her diet coke- the only thing she had.

Jane was already flipping through her channels. "Ooh, Lisbon. Zombies."

"Great," she said as she sat and exchanged a drink for her food. A zombie ripped the skin off a person. "Good eating movie," she said, disgusted.

"It's Land of the Dead," he told her. "George Romero."

She watched the zombie massacre as she ate her slice, slightly appalled that the movie didn't affect her appetite at all. Her pizza was her favorite kind- Jane never missed a beat.

After the pizza was devoured Jane relaxed in his corner with his arms stretched across the back of the couch.

Lisbon was on the other corner, trying to get comfortable. His fingers were mere inches form her neck. The way she was sitting to avoid him was uncomfortable. Finally, she gave in to sit in the middle, her normal position.

Jane just stayed in his position, much to her surprise. Her neck was pressed against his arm and it felt like fire to her.

"The main character is hot," she commented to break what she thought was uncomfortable silence.

"He looks slightly familiar," Jane said. "But I can't seem to place him." Then he moved. His arm left to be replaced with his fingers. Which started to gently massage her neck.

She bit her lip to not make a sound so he wouldn't see her pleasure but he did anyway.

"I can give you a real massage," he offered.

Her muscles screamed for attention but she resisted. "I'm fine."

He gave a wicked grin. "Sure, but your back is saying otherwise."

Lisbon glared at him- well, the best she could do with his fingers working magic. "I really wish you wouldn't go psychic on me, Jane."

He laughed. "There's no such thing, Teresa. Now, let go and come here."

She resisted but his fingers were pulling on her neck. Next thing she knew she was watching zombies while getting quite possibly the best massage ever.

"You're so tense," Jane commented as his hands moved smoothly from her shoulders to her back.

"I'm always tense," she managed to say, holding back a moan as he released a muscle.

"You just go back from a vacation. What's to be tense about?"

She rolled her shoulders as he worked near her hips. "Gee, I don't know. Couldn't possibly be because I was on vacation with the most irritating man ever."

He leaned her face to her neck. "Look at me."

She turned her head and found his face inches from her. She knew she had to make a choice...