I know I shouldn't be starting another story when I haven't finished my current one…but here I go anyway! (Feel free to check out my other story if you want) This is just an idea that popped into my head; I hope you like it
There are M rated scenes from Chapter 1, just to warn you…
It was 2 days before Christmas, and the serious crimes floor of the CBI office was covered in tinsel and baubles (all Jane's doing, of course). Lisbon was sat in her office, trying to get some last minute paperwork done. The rest of the team were seated around the table in the bullpen, with Jane trying to determine what each of his colleagues would receive that Christmas. He was currently working on Van Pelt, who was noting down each of his predictions and laughing at his reasoning behind them.
"And…" Jane paused dramatically, closing his eyes "yoga pants, from a friend who has no idea what else to get you"
"Oh god I hope not, I've got so many already" Van Pelt muttered, adding the final item to the list.
"Tick them off as you open them Grace, I await my ten bucks" he told her confidently.
"I wouldn't put it past you to go out and buy all these things so that they mysteriously appeared under my tree" she pointed out, tucking the list in her pocket "Will Lisbon be done soon? It's nearly 6; the table's booked for half past"
The team were planning on going out for dinner together that evening. Since Christmas fell on a Sunday this year, they could go out on the Friday night and still have the Saturday off to do any last minute shopping. Most of the floor had given up the notion of doing any work at around half past 4, but Lisbon was diligently working away until the last possible moment.
"It's only five minutes away, she'll be out at 6:25 on the dot" Rigsby joked, quickly looking over his shoulder to check that his boss hadn't heard.
"In the meantime, Cho, your turn" Jane said, turning to his next victim.
"Alright"
Cho picked up a pen and grabbed his scrap of paper, the edges of his mouth turning up ever so slightly, as he waited to see what Jane would come up with.
Lisbon ended up joining them at quarter past six. The new boss, Agent Gable, had passed her office and popped his head round the door to tell her that he was ordering her to stop working right that minute. After a few minutes of futile protest, Lisbon relented and packed up her things before leaving her office to join her team.
"Shall we go then? I know it's a bit early, but I'm sure they won't mind"
"Lisbon I'm going with you" Jane told her, as the rest of the team got to their feet and set about collecting their things.
"That's fine, is your car still not fixed?"
"Nope, they said the 27th"
"If you didn't have such a ridiculous car" she muttered under her breath, but still loud enough for Jane to catch.
"You love it really, now let's go, the others can meet us there"
"Are you ready to order?"
A young waiter approached the table. From his attitude and the crisp newness of his uniform, Jane determined that this must be his second shift.
"Um yes, I'll have the steak please" Lisbon said, after Jane nudged her to order first.
"Plaice fillet" Jane nodded "also there's no need to worry about losing your job yet, your boss clearly likes you"
The waiter flushed bright red and muttered a thank you, his eyes at the floor. The rest of the table ordered quickly, with Van Pelt shooting Rigsby a look as he ordered an extra side of chips.
"Oh, and can we have 5 glasses of your best white wine please?" Jane added, as the waiter was just about to leave.
"Jane!" Lisbon complained "some of us have to drive"
"Oh relax for once Lisbon; you can share my cab"
"And what about my car?" she pointed out.
"You can collect it tomorrow as part of your morning run"
She rolled her eyes at him, inwardly cursing him for always managing to know such random details about her life. The word relax did remain in her thoughts for a few minutes though. He was right; she did need to relax more. Having an extra drink or two and getting a taxi home instead of driving would definitely constitute 'relaxing'. It was meant to be a celebration of another successful year of hard work – the most successful yet, some could argue – and maybe it would be better for all of them if she let go of her sensible cop side for one evening and just enjoyed her friends' company.
So Lisbon gave in and sipped happily at her wine when it arrived. She laughed with the others at Rigsby's light hearted impressions of their new boss, and sided with Van Pelt in her attempts to persuade Jane that psychics were real. She even went so far as to order the table another glass of wine each, enjoying the look of shock on her consultant's face.
"It's a celebration" she reasoned to her team "we did really well this year, and I want to thank you all for your hard work"
They all knew exactly what she was referring to. The discovery and capture of Red John had been something they had all been working towards for years. Despite the fact that things hadn't gone entirely to plan and she had ended up shooting him instead of bringing him in, Lisbon had never felt more relief than when that particular case was closed, and she knew that she would have made it without the help of her team.
"I actually wanted to say something, if that's ok?" Jane began, his face lacking its charming grin for once.
Their silence acted as a cue for him to continue.
"I know I haven't always been the easiest person to work with"
Lisbon snorted loudly, and he glared at her.
"Ok maybe that's an understatement…but you all stayed with me despite that, and when it mattered most – when we worked out how we could catch Red John - you trusted me" he paused and took a breath "so thank you all. As much as I would have liked to have had him all to myself, I know in reality that I couldn't have done it without you, and I'll never be able to repay you for finally freeing my life of him"
The whole team sat in silence following Jane's heartfelt thanks. Rigsby looked down at the table and started fiddling with his napkin.
"We couldn't have done it without you, Jane" Van Pelt responded softly.
"No, nobody else could come up with such a crazy plan" Cho added, almost smiling.
The moment was broken by the arrival of their food and second lot of wine, and they soon returned to their normal jokey atmosphere. Lisbon remained quiet for a little longer than the others. It was the first time Jane had actually talked about what had happened 2 months ago, and she was relieved that he finally seemed at peace with it. She had assumed for a while that he was angry at her, because she had been the one to shoot him, not him. From what he had just said, it seemed that that wasn't the case. That he was genuinely grateful for what they had done, and nothing more.
Lisbon took a large sip of wine and pushed all thought of Red John to the back of her mind. They were here to celebrate, she reminded herself, and that's what she was going to continue to do.
Van Pelt decided that it was time to go home at half ten. She apologised for leaving, saying that she had to be up early to drive to her parents the next day. Although Lisbon couldn't help but notice the small smile Rigsby and Van Pelt had shared as she left, she decided not to say anything about it. It was Christmas after all. Unsurprisingly, Rigsby said he had to head off 5 minutes later. He thanked them for the nice evening, and then paused as if he was going to say something in response to Jane's mini speech earlier. Clearly unable to find the words, he settled on a smile and a 'Merry Christmas' before walking away. It only took one of Jane's card tricks before Cho left as well, leaving Lisbon seated at the table with her consultant.
"That was nice, to relax for a change" Lisbon told him, hoping that he picked up on it as an implicit thanks for his earlier comment.
She was feeling sleepy, most likely a result of the beer and 3 glasses of wine she had consumed throughout the evening. As a result of her upbringing, she rarely drank, so she had forgotten how easily alcohol affected her.
"I'm just going to the restroom, have you booked a cab already?"
"No, I'll do it now"
Lisbon stood up, holding onto her chair as she realised the full effects of her alcohol consumption. She made her way slowly to the restroom, focussing on moving her feet in a natural manner and trying to hide the fact that her vision was slightly fuzzy. When she returned a few minutes later, Jane was chatting away to the waiter who had taken their orders. She sat back down next to him, and listened as Jane told the young boy that he shouldn't worry so much about failing, and that in doing so he was actually increasingly the likelihood of failure. He continued to tell him that his parents were proud of him regardless of the fact that he had dropped out of college to start his own business, and that perseverance would get him there. The boy thanked him profusely, so in awe of his ability to read him that he plucked up the courage to ask his boss if he could give them two glasses of wine on the house, which arrived a few minutes later.
"Oh come on Lisbon, one more won't hurt" Jane said, picking up immediately on her reluctance to touch the wine "the cab won't be here for another 5 minutes"
Even without his persuasion she would have drunk it anyway. The pleasant fuzzy effect of alcohol was already spreading through her body; she wasn't quite ready to let it go yet. They sipped at their glasses of wine, joking about some of the cases they had encountered that year, and trying to work out which plan had been Jane's most outrageous. Lisbon was fairly certain that Jane was a little tipsy from the way he kept touching her arm – not as tipsy as her, of that she was sure, but still a little bit. She knew that she should stop him - it was unprofessional, if nothing else - but she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop because, to be perfectly honest, she was enjoying the fact that he felt comfortable enough to be doing so, even after what had happened with Red John.
The cab arrived a few minutes later, and they left. They were just like two normal friends going home from a Christmas dinner. Not two close colleagues who had spent the last 7 years hunting down a horrific murderer. It was so nice to feel normal for once, Lisbon decided. To relax like normal people, and to share a cab home with a friend. She was almost dreading arriving back at her apartment by this point, it was cold and heartless in comparison with the atmosphere around her friends. It was a nice enough place, but she'd never felt like it was home. She still hadn't ever unpacked properly, just the things she needed on a day to day basis were accessible, but all her memories from childhood and college remained in their cardboard boxes. She spent the majority of her time working, and the little spare time she did have was devoted to exercise, not sitting around in her apartment. So when the cab arrived in her neighbourhood, fuelled by wine and the highs of a lovely evening out, she made a very rash decision.
"Do you want to come in for a bit? Have some tea or…or something?"
She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. What was she thinking? Asking Jane in seemed so personal, too personal. It wasn't like he hadn't been to her apartment before, but in the past he had come round to discuss a plan on how to save her job. And it had been in the daytime as well.
"Sure, why not?" he shot her his normal charming smile.
Maybe it wasn't so weird, and she was just over thinking it. Maybe it was just another perfectly normal thing that friends did that she had forgotten about in all that time she had spent wrapped in her job, hunting down murderers. Lisbon calmed down almost immediately and sighed happily. She should listen to alcohol more often; she was looking forward to re-entering her apartment much more now, knowing that her and Jane could carry on their normal jokey conversations and insult swapping.
"Lisbon, you don't have a Christmas tree!" Jane exclaimed upon entering her living room.
In fact there were near to no signs that the festive season was upon them, just a small pile of presents from her brothers in the corner.
"Well noticed genius" she said, rolling her eyes at him.
"Are you going away so you won't need one?"
"Nope, I'll be right here" she pointed at the couch.
"Wait, you're spending Christmas day sitting around here by yourself? Are you even having Christmas dinner?" he appeared genuinely upset at this realisation.
"Of course" she lied, grinning a little too much at him. Technically whatever she consumed on Christmas day would be Christmas dinner, even if it wasn't the traditional version.
A very small part of her wanted to ask if he wanted to join her on Christmas, knowing full well that he too would be spending it alone. Even the alcohol told her that this was a bad idea, so she refrained, and settled with sitting down on the couch as gracefully as she could manage after 4 glasses of wine.
"Oh, your tea!"
Lisbon jumped up, suddenly remembering why she had invited him back in the first place. Unfortunately the combination of the alcohol in her system and the sudden movement did not go together well, and she ended up clinging onto the back of the couch as the room swayed around her.
"I'll come and help" Jane said, getting up from the couch, much better at hiding the fact that the room had become a little hazy even for him.
He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her walking in a zig-zaggy line from the couch to the kitchen. She was normally so in control of herself (and others, if she could manage it), but at the moment it was taking all her concentration not to actually fall over in her own living room.
"Drunk Lisbon is something I have always wanted to see" he admitted, holding his hand out to guide her.
"Oh shut up" she said, swatting his hand away "I'm not drunk, you're drunk"
"Yes, of course" he agreed quietly.
"What tea does Jane want?" she muttered to herself, opening the cupboard door.
She took out the only box of tea she actually owned (which she had actually bought specifically for when Jane had come round in the past) and handed it to him.
"Um Lisbon?" Jane said, chuckling gently "This…this is empty"
"Oh…oops"
She giggled. It was very unlike Lisbon to giggle at anything, especially not an empty box of tea, and Jane wasn't entirely sure how to react to it.
"I'm sorry" she said, taking deep breaths to try and stop her laughter.
"Ok, so apparently I don't have tea" she stated, finally regaining control of herself and going very quiet and still.
"What is it?" Jane asked her "You've gone all…quiet. You're never quiet"
"It's a silly thing" she said slowly "but my brother gave me some wine as a present last Christmas, and I said to myself that I would drink it on a special occasion sometime in the year"
"Right, presents are good" Jane nodded sincerely.
"But I never got round to drinking it" she explained, looking very sad "and now it's nearly the next Christmas and I should have drunk it by now"
This behaviour was even less like Lisbon than the giggling. She suddenly seemed very vulnerable, enough to become emotional over the thought of not having used a gift in time. This wasn't the badass cop he knew, who would take down men twice her size and shoot people without thinking twice. Jane wasn't really sure how to react; he wasn't used to dealing with a drunk Lisbon, much less a drunk emotional Lisbon.
"We can have it now" he exclaimed with much more enthusiasm than he had intended "we never really celebrated finishing the whole Red John shebang" he told her, waving his hand vaguely to try and help his argument.
"That's true" she responded, nodding slowly "and its better than me drinking the whole bottle by myself on Christmas day"
"Definitely" he smiled widely at her.
Half an hour, and nearly the whole bottle of wine later, Jane arrived at a conclusion. He was drunk. He was really and properly drunk. In his attempts to save Lisbon from an awful hangover he had selflessly had twice as much of the wine as her, arguing that he weighed more than her and was particularly good at mentally counteracting the effects of alcohol. So much for that idea. He was now trying to do card tricks on her but was somehow failing miserably, causing both of them to collapse in laughter each time he pulled out the wrong card.
"Look at us" Lisbon began, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle "we're really just normal, fun people"
"Who ever said we weren't fun?" Jane pointed out, slurring slightly and taking the bottle from her hand "and don't you dare accuse me of being normal. You…you…"
He poked her in the arm, trying to come up with a noun to complete his sentence but failing and letting his arm fall to his side.
"Yes…me" Lisbon grinned at him happily.
"I like you Lisbon; you're a nice person" Jane declared suddenly.
"I'm glad, I like me too"
"No no no" he shook his head wildly "you're meant to say that you like me too, we're friends"
"But I don't want to lie to you" she complained, winking very obviously in his direction "you always know when I'm lying"
"Oh…that hurts Lisbon, that hurts" he threw a hand dramatically over his heart, before taking another sip of the wine.
"I'll tell you what" she paused and hiccupped "you can have a very rare and special Lisbon hug as an apology"
"Oh, if I must" he grumbled, shuffling himself along the sofa to sit beside her.
"I don't think you understand quite how special these are" she warned him.
Lisbon turned her body towards him and he leant forward and wrapped his arms around her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck. He let out a contented sigh, and squeezed her body tightly, breathing in the subtle floral scent of her hair. This was another nice, friendly thing to do, Lisbon told herself. Friends hugged all the time, didn't they? Despite her thoughts, Lisbon couldn't help but notice what an intimate position they were in. Jane's hair was tickling her nose and his soft breath was causing the hairs on her neck to stand on end. Finally, he seemed to have realised quite how much time had passed and relaxed his grip, allowing her to extract herself gently.
The position they found themselves in was in some ways, even more intimate than their hug. Jane's face was inches from her own, and she was almost scared to breathe in case it disturbed the frozen intensity of the moment. Before her alcohol addled brain could catch up with what was going on, Jane had moved forward and met her lips with his own. Lisbon knew that she should stop it, she knew that this was an awful idea, spurred on almost entirely but the large quantity of wine they had consumed that evening, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. So she let Jane press his lips against hers with more pressure, and started to kiss him back, twisting her fingers into his soft hair. Taking this as a signal that it was ok to continue, he let his body take over from his brain and ran his hands over her back, letting them come to rest at her waist as he kissed her more passionately. Their kiss became more urgent, more desperate. Lisbon hadn't kissed anyone like this for years. Hell, she didn't think she'd ever kissed anyone like this before, not with this feeling of raw need and intense passion. She slid her hands down from his hair and onto his chest, grabbing at the front of his shirt to pull him closer to her. He was devouring her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip before sucking on it. Jane slid his hands to the small of his back, gently rubbing the skin that was exposed beneath her shirt.
"Jane…" she whispered, pulling away for a second "We shouldn't…"
Jane attacked her mouth again, pushing her backwards into the couch so that he was leaning over her. He slid his hands round to her stomach beneath her shirt, and she moaned quietly into his mouth, pulling him down closer to her. She'd given up on the idea of stopping him now. She knew that she would regret this as soon as the alcohol had worn off, but for now she was simply enjoying it too much. Jane's hands slid further up her body, his fingers brushing lightly at her breasts through her bra. Lisbon felt a tingle of excitement run through her, spurring her on to undo the first of his shirt buttons. And then the rest of them. She had secretly been a little disappointed when he had turned up at work that morning with no vest on (claiming that he couldn't find the matching one); now she was relieved – two layers of buttons would have been too much for her to handle.
Before they realised what was happening, both their shirts had been taken off and discarded on the floor. Jane leant on his side for a minute, taking the opportunity to slide Lisbon's trousers off and throw them down to join their shirts. He was thrown for a minute, by the sight of her lying in nothing but her underwear beside him. Even in his drunken state, he recognised quite how perfect she was. His eyes roamed over her body, counting the freckles which were scattered across her pale skin. Her underwear wasn't showy, but plain black and practical; exactly what he expected from her, but the sight of it was enough to ignite a deep need for her. He devoured her mouth once again, as she tugged at his pants and he slid his hand down her stomach.
He was inside her within minutes. Satisfied moans emanated from the couch as Lisbon ran her hands over his back in delight. She had forgotten about everything else in the world; that this was her colleague and close friend, that they were both very drunk, that she would regret this for months… All her worries had drained away the moment he entered her. It felt right – the desperation and desire between them as he thrust relentlessly into her. She ran her nails over his back, digging them into his skin as she kissed him hungrily. His hands, which had paused temporarily tangled up in her hair, started to move all over her body again. He squeezed one of her breasts and she moaned into his mouth into response. He almost lost control and came at that point, but he managed to hold himself together. Just. He pulled away from his kiss for a moment, only to push her legs up and hook them over his shoulders. At this angle Lisbon could feel him pushing deeper inside her, as she felt herself moving closer and closer to the edge. It didn't take long for her to come, and she shouted out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. This was too much for Jane to take, and his release hit him as Lisbon's ended.
He flopped down on top of her, too exhausted to move. They lay panting together on the couch for a few moments, their skin damp and hot from the exertion. Then Jane managed to find the energy to move off her and shuffled over to lie beside her, grateful that her couch was wider than his brown one in the CBI office. Lisbon suddenly became aware and slightly embarrassed of the fact that she was stark naked, so she tugged down a blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch and threw it over them. She turned on her side, facing her living room with her back to him. She was starting to realise quite how tired she was, and felt her eyes slowly dropping shut as her breathing evened. The last thing she remembered before she dropped off completely, was Jane turning onto his side and curling around her, laying an arm protectively over her body.