A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter - I initially planned on only continuing the story based on how successful it was, but turned out that I wanted to hear the rest of it myself anyway - so here goes. This chapter is longer and explores more of Jane's feelings about the new stranger…more Jisbon fluff, really. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: If I had any influence or say over any single part of the show, I would not have allowed them to introduce Kristina Frye whatsoever. Ergo, I own nothing, and pretend in my mind that she never existed.

Jane was used to being centre of attention - he loved the looks of amazement, admiration and gratitude that his skills and abilities brought to the faces of his colleagues and people otherwise associated with the cases they worked on. This was the reason he had began his psychic charade years earlier - he loved the fact that he could give people closure, happiness and above all, hope.

However, these looks and feelings that he brought to so many he met meant physically nothing to him the day he met Teresa Lisbon. He gradually realised that inducing any of her emotions gave him such a sense of enjoyment, pleasure and achievement, that meant the feeling he got when impressing others with magic tricks could simply no longer compete.

It was worth the extravagant effort of mischief to provoke the feisty look of determination in her eyes, even if just for a moment. It was a look, that when directed at him, made his insides squirm and his breath catch in his throat. It was a look, imprinted into his memory that he revisited sometimes when "napping", and wondered why a single look of such defiance brought him so much more satisfaction than countless expressions of amusement and joy.

The possibility he had not considered until now, was of course that the reason Lisbon's reactions did such things to him, was simply because they were from Lisbon herself.

This epiphany came to him, precisely three days later, as he rested upon his old, faithful couch at CBI. It was starting to get dark, and the rest of the team were beginning to make their way home. Lisbon was still in her office, of course, and Millar had made brief and fleeting visits to her throughout the day - none of which went unnoticed by Jane.

Indeed, Jane did confront her about the mystery stranger immediately after their introduction. She told them all truthfully that she and "David" used to work together at SFPD before she was offered a position at the CBI.

Jane knew that this was the truth, he not only knew when she was lying - but she, herself knew that Jane could tell when she was lying, and he knew her well enough to know that she had chosen this explanation very carefully, as a way to tell the truth but not completely. He knew there was more to their relationship than colleagues. Not currently, but he deduced that there must have been, at some point, more.

As dusk began to settle, Jane noticed Millar yet again make his way through the bullring towards Lisbon's office. He noted that he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar, and was walking with a more confident and casual swagger - perhaps as all were assumed to have left the building by now.

He did not acknowledge Jane, or even seem to notice his existence as he passed him on his way. Jane felt torn between curiosity and sensibility. He knew that this was an opportunity to gain insight into the true relationship between the two "colleagues", yet there was also the voice of reason piping up at the back of his consciousness, asking if he really wanted his suspicions to be confirmed.

He debated this mentally for a split-second, before deciding that so far in his life, he had never chosen a sensible act over indulging his curiosity, and proceeded to quietly approach Lisbon's office.

Lisbon was informally leaning against the front of her desk, talking to Millar in a fashion that was not principally animated but not particularly calmly either. They were a reasonable distance apart, not too near but not so far away as to seem uncomfortable. Jane felt exasperated as he could neither read their body language nor hear their conversation from his distance.

He silently moved closer to the office, straining his eyes and ears for snippets of their interaction. He suddenly became afraid that he was too close and at risk of being discovered; he started to move away when Lisbon's words caught his ears and froze him to the spot.

"David, it's in the past…we're both very different people now…"

Jane's mouth was dry, and he became increasingly aware of the fact that he couldn't breathe, yet even if he had the ability he doubted he would have been able to bring himself to take in any air anyway.

Millar moved closer to Lisbon, far too close for Jane's liking.

"You seem the same to me, Teresa. As sexy as you ever were." His hand slipped around her waist.

Jane felt a surge of anger spasm through him. Not only was this man seducing Lisbon, but he could see no romance, no feeling as he went about it - he was not looking at her beautiful face as he should be, he was raking his eyes over her in a way that made Jane want to rip his eyes from him so he couldn't look at her anymore.

Millar finally closed the small space that remained between them, and captured her lips in a rough kiss, and Lisbon automatically responded, but was hesitant. That split second hesitation was all Jane needed.

Jane fully intended to tear his eyes away from the scene, and discretely leave them. The deafening crash so contrasted to the thick silence that enveloped them all just a few minutes earlier, that the sound surprised him more than when he comprehended the fact that Millar had just been heaved into a nearby filing cabinet.