A/N: Huh. I'm not so happy with this chapter. Ah well.
"JANE!" Lisbon yelled, and Rigsby, Cho and Van Pelt tried to suppress their laughs as Jane rolled his eyes and headed into Lisbon's office.
"Honestly, woman, need you shout so loud?" He asked, and Lisbon glared at him.
"What is this all about?" She asked, gesturing as her office which was full of post-it notes with "Be ready for 7:30" written on them.
"A reminder." Jane smiled innocently, and wandered back out. Lisbon sat down in her chair and groaned. If Minelli saw this…
Luckily, Van Pelt offered to help clear up Lisbon's office and much to Lisbon intense annoyance it seemed that the whole team knew about Jane's plan from the beginning.
At seven, Lisbon was just pulling on a black dress that stopped about mid-thigh when her doorbell rang. She zipped up the side of the dress, and headed for the door. Opening it, she came face to face with Jane. His raised his eyebrows.
"I thought I'd come a little early." His voice was a little different from normal, and Lisbon guessed it was something to do with someone's short, tight dress.
"How sweet." She smiled innocently at him. "Come on in. I'll be ready in a while."
She walked off back upstairs, and Jane was left standing in the doorway.
"Jane! Shut the door!" She called back down the stairs, and Jane shut her mouth, walked in and closed the door behind him.
At seven thirty promptly, Lisbon arrived back downstairs, with a jacket over the dress and a bag over her shoulder.
They headed out, and when Lisbon opened her bag to put in her keys, Jane spied her gun.
"Do you usually have your gun with you when you're off duty?" he asked. She shrugged.
"Precaution." She said simply, before walking off to Jane's car, leaving him staring after her.
When they arrived at a large house in Los Angeles, Lisbon began to wonder what was going on.
"Jane?" She asked when he opened her door for her.
"Don't you worry, the house isn't mine and we're out back." This only heightened Lisbon's confusion more, but needless to say, she followed Jane anyway.
A few minutes later Jane pushed open the patio doors and Lisbon's jaw dropped. There, on the patio, was a table for two. A candlelight dinner.
"Wow, Jane. It's beautiful." Lisbon breathed, and Jane smiled.
"Good. Otherwise Van Pelt would get very upset." Lisbon turned to him.
"What?" She glared at him, and he chuckled.
"Don't worry. All they did was write the post its." Lisbon rolled her eyes.
"They aren't your personal slaves, Jane." She pointed out, and he looked at her interestedly.
"Oh? When did that happen?"
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