[Jane and Lisbon...stuck in an elevator...This'll be good...

This plot bunny has been bugging me, and it even caused me to have writer's block on all my other stories. So here you go.]

"I'm stuck in an elevator, I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck! I'm stuck in an elevator, with the dear Teresa Lisbon. Sing with me, Lisbon!"

"Um, no. I'll pass."

"You know you want to."

"Actually, no I don't."

Jane crouched down by the senior agent, who was slouched in the corner. "Hey. You okay?" he asked.

"No, Jane. I'm not okay. We're trapped in a cage. A steel cage. And who know how long it'll take for the maintenance crew to get here?"

"Aw, does wittle Wisbon have cwaustophobia?" Jane used a voice as if he were speaking to a young infant.

"No. I'm just not looking forward to spending another half an hour with you."

"Oh, come on. You don't mean that."

"Actually, I really do."

"Ouch, Lisbon. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

"You're one to talk."

"At least I disguise it well..." Jane had a hurt look on his face.

"Uh, not from me."

"That's because I don't need to hide it from you, Lisbon. I've never had to. You know that." Jane's voice grew softer, and he stared seriously into her eyes.

Lisbon felt herself smiling softly. "Really, Jane?" She felt butterflies in her stomach. Was he finally going to...?

Jane stood up, his classic grin returning. "No. You only think that I don't hide it from you." he slipped his hands in his coat pockets, whistling the tune he had created a few minutes earlier.

The senior agent stood angrily. "Jeez, Jane. Sometimes you're a pain in the-"

"Language, Lisbon. Language."

Lisbon just rolled her eyes, shoving a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She crossed her arms. "Sometimes I wonder, Jane..."

"That's good. Wonder is good."

"Jeez, Patrick Jane! You're impossible!"

"I know I am! and in my defense, so are you!"

"Am not!"

"Ha! At least I admit it!"

"Yeah, real mature Jane!"

"You're one to talk!"

Jane listened to her ramble, then half listened, then kind of blocked her out. Well, blocked out her voice. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. Her pale skin, now red with rage. Her forest green eyes...He hadn't felt this way since the day he'd first lain his gaze on Angela.

It was impulse, really. He had reacted, and hadn't really put any thinking into what his actions might cause.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had placed his hands on Lisbon's shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her full on the lips, smothering her words.

Pulling back slightly, he whispered while looking into her eyes "You know, Lisbon, sometimes you just need to shut up."

Lisbon was flabbergasted, astonished that Jane, that Patrick Jane...had kissed her?

And she wondered...If he hadn't pulled away so quickly, would she have kissed back?

She almost didn't feel like herself when she replied "Shutting up."

Needless to say, the next half hour didn't seem as long as Lisbon thought it would.

[A/N: So there you have it. A short, silly fic that I wrote purely out of boredom. xD]