Jisbon 100%.

Lisbon receives a frightening text message that forces her to reveal her hand. (Set sometime during season 5)

Cho has some advice for the other men on the team. RIGSBY/VAN PELT, JANE/LISBON and some CHO! Pure festive fluff - nothing deep and meaningful here ;) Set sometime in the future - no spoilers.

Une chanson qui passe sur votre lecteur et soudain l'inspiration est là. Voici un petit OS écrit il y a maintenant un petit moment, mais qui est tellement "hors contexte" qu'on peut la poster à tout moment

Suite à la perte d'un de ses membres, l'équipe de Teresa Lisbon doit gérer une enquête qui ne cesse de leur rappeler celui qu'ils ont perdu. L'action se situe au cours de la saison 2.

Jane is about to lose it. With the promise of Red Johns death so close but one thing is standing in his way. Please R&R!

Epístola escrita por John el Rojo a Patrick Jane. En un principio, one-shot. Pero, si queréis, la transformo en multi-chapter. Como queráis:D

When Lisbon and Mashburn run into each other, Jane is forced to confront his feelings. One-shot, for now.

He used to be able to read her every nuance... not any more. For Koah.

Lisbon gets herself injured, causing Jane to finally snap and let out his dark side

"Lisbon groaned and stood. 'What did you do' she asked Jane. He shrugged. 'Nothing... nothing that can't be repaired, that is.' Lisbon looked at Van Pelt, who shrugged sheepishly. 'He, uh... he stole something.' 'Oh, Grace, stealing is such an ugly word... I merely claimed something that was mine.'" One-shot. Established Jisbon. Rated K plus for just plain fluff - like always.

Sorry. Forgive me. I love you. Such words never come easily. - Inspired by Tracy Chapman's song "Baby Can I Hold You".

15 drabbles, 1500 words. two lives becoming one, while looking for peace, revenge, love and forgiveness.

You can't expect things to be perfect the first time around. Nor the second, for that matter.

"No lo sabía, pero si estaba segura de que él se había ido, al menos el hombre del que yo me había enamorado. Lo único que quedaba de él era una sombra de lo que solía ser, como si hubiese desechado todas sus cualidades atractivas y las hubiese remplazado con Red John."

When Lisbon bumps into an old college acquaintance, Jane does something she never expected which leads to something even more extreme.

A poem which Jane could tell Lisbon...

He always misses them more on holidays. Even more so now that Red John is dead and gone. - Title borrowed from Paul Young's song, though my story has nothing else to do with it. Also for janesbiotch as a part of the Great Stocking Swap on Paint It Red forum.

She had the same determined look that showed on her mother's face whenever she was trying to save the world – or part of it, at the very least. - Future fic. Written for the Winter PIRvent Calendar 2012 on Paint It Red forum. There might be slight spoilers for "Red Dawn".

It has been 4 years since the Team has last seen Patrick Jane. Watch what happens when he gets back on the scene. I promise it's better than it sounds, and yes i know it's my third new story. i hope you can follow along i'm in need of a beta.

Jane asked Lisbon for a date on Christmas Eve, and she actually agreed. They're both hoping for a wonderful night. After all, it is the time for miracles and magic.

"Jane scooted closer and placed a kiss on the top of both Lisbon and Liam's head. 'Just look at the bright side, Teresa. Now you can prepare him for the cop world you're going to send him to anyways.' 'He's five months old, Jane.' 'So? I thought you would start teaching him ninja moves as soon as he popped out.'" Established Jisbon, rated K plus for just plain fluff. One-shot.

A new column in the papers has Jane bothered. And leads the team to a discussion about Red John.

"'What are they even fighting about' Rigsby asked. Van Pelt shrugged. 'Nothing, probably. I heard them fighting yesterday about Jane eating Lisbon's sandwich.' 'Is this the boss' fault or Jane's' 'Both,' Cho replied. Van Pelt sighed. 'I want the old Jane and Lisbon back. Not the ones that would fight over literally everything.' 'I sense a plan.'" Just some Jisbon fluff. One-shot.

Der erste Advent kommt unverhofft und führt zu einem Tee in der ruhigen Nacht. Kurz, bitter und auch süß.