Family Blood.
A/N:I know I haven't updated in a while. So here is a brand new chapter.
Jane blinked slowly as his mind and body came to awake, he took in his surrounding before he looked down to see that sometime during the night Lisbon had snuggled closer to him. His arm was lying across her side and his hand was interlaced with hers, she looked peaceful and content sleeping next to him. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but last night was probably the best sleep he had gotten in several years. He looked over to the small window and noticed that a little sun was starting to shine in which meant it was still early in the morning, sighing he closed his eyes and tighten his grip on Lisbon, who sighed in her sleep.
"That feels good," she whispered. Jane eyes shot opened and listened to see if she was awake but her breathing told him that she was still sound asleep.
"God, Jane don't stop," she muttered and Jane had to use all of his biofeedback techniques not to start laughing out loud.
"Patrick," she whispered deeply and Jane couldn't resist being quiet anymore.
"Yes, dear?" he whispered into her ear. Lisbon smiled in her sleep and snuggled even closer to him if that was possible.
"Don't stop," she replied still asleep. Jane knew that he was playing with fire but he was having too much fun.
"Don't stop what?" he asked innocently as he rub his thumb against the hand he was holding. That turned out to be a mistake because Lisbon suddenly stiffened in his arms, he didn't need to see her face to know that her eyes were open, within seconds she literally jumped away from him.
"What were you doing?" She asked as she put distance between them.
"Just going with what you were saying," he replied smugly.
"What?"
"You were talking in your sleep," he told her as he got to his feet and made his way over to her. "And let me say you reveal a lot while you are sleep."
Lisbon lifted a hand to eyes and covered them before speaking, "Oh, god what did I say?"
"I think I will keep that little information to myself," he smiled.
"Jane, I swear if this is like last time -" She started but he waved her off.
"This was much more helpful for the future," he smiled and then headed over to the window and tried to look out of it.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"What time do you have?" He asked her.
"Why does it matter what time it is, until the sheriff comes back we are stuck here," she snarled and crossed her arms across her chest.
"The time, Lisbon," he order as he turned around and looked at her.
"6:30am, happy?"
"Interesting," he placed a finger against his lips and turned back to the window.
"What?"
"Think about it," he answered as he placed his hands in his pant pockets.
"Jane, just tell me," she whined as walked over to him. "No more games."
"Listen, what do you hear?"
Lisbon sighed and closed her eyes so she could listen better. "Nothing."
"Exactly. No birds, no nothing, absolute silence."
"Maybe the mother ship called them back," she smirked at him.
"Ha, but you may be on to something," he looked back at the locked cell door and then out the window again. "I don't think the sheriff is coming back."
"Jane it is early still," she told him as she walked back over to the cot and sat down.
"I think he put us in here so no one could find us," he informed her as he walked over to the cell door and looked around. "Noticed the desk is covered with dust, as well as that gun rack."
"So, that could mean they never use the jail cell."
"Really, you think the whole town behaves themselves?"
"No, but I highly doubt any person in this town can get into as much trouble as you."
"You went along with my plan, and helped with it," he reminded her.
"My mistake," she huffed as she leaned back so her back was against the wall.
Jane bent down to look closer at the lock and then straighten with a smile on his face. "Lisbon are you wearing a bra?"
"Excuse me?"
"A bra with a wire perhaps?"
"I'm not even going to reply to that."
"You don't have to reply, just give me the wire."
"No."
"No?"
"No, I'm not going to help you break out."
"You rather stay inside this cell and rot?"
"You don't know that he won't come back."
"Lisbon, I can have us out of here within seconds and you can be reunited with your precious gun, badge, and phone."
Lisbon thought about it for a mere second before shaking her head. "No."
"All right that is the way you want to play it then we will just sit here and wait for the sheriff," he told her as he sat down next to her. Lisbon eyed him wearily.
"What?" He asked.
"You never give up that easily."
"No, you are right, we should play by the rules." He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back. "So that dream of yours."
"What dream?" Lisbon asked as her heart rate began to speed up.
"Oh, the one in which you mentioned for me not to stop," he whispered.
"I...I didn't dream that."
"Oh Lisbon, your face is tomato red, don't even bother trying to lie now."
"God, I hate you."
"Give me the wire and that little dream of yours will stay between us," he told her.
"Or else what?"
"Or else I tell the entire CBI that you dream about me," he told her calmly. "And don't think that they won't believe, considering how much you put up with me on a daily basis."
"You're resorting to blackmail? You really have no shame do you?"
"No, I don't"
"Jackass."
"So, the wire?"
"Turn around," she told him.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of Lisbon."
"Jane turn around dammit," she practically yelled at him. Jane laughed and turned around so his back was to her. Lisbon sighed and went about trying to get out of her bra so she could give him the wire.
After a minute she cleared her throat and Jane turned around.
"I swear if you say anything about this-"
"You will shoot me, got it." Jane told her as he grabbed the green satin bra from her hands and began to tear a hole where the wire was so he could pull it out.
"Voilà" he gleamed as he held up the wire and then tossed the bra back to Lisbon, he got to his feet and headed back to the cell door. "By the way Lisbon that color works for you."
"Hush," Lisbon replied trying to cover the blush that hadn't left her cheeks. Jane got on his knees and then squeezed his arm through the cell bars and started to work on the lock. Meanwhile with him being distracted Lisbon slipped back into the bra and waited for him to unlock the door. He struggled for several seconds with the wire inside the lock.
"Lisbon, we might have a slight problem," he told her as his face showed slight panic.
"You can't pick it, can you?" Lisbon huffed. "So you went through all that crap, not to mention destroy a perfectly good bra of mine for what? Nothing."
Suddenly the cell door swung open and Jane smiled over at her. "You are so easy to predict." He tossed her the used wire.
"Really?" She replied got to her feet, pocketed the wire and walked by him as he slowly got to his own feet. He was about to walk out of the cell when the door slammed back in his face forcing him back a few steps.
"Um, Lisbon?"
"Yes, Jane?" She asked as she grabbed her phone, badge and gun.
"You closed the door."
"How observant of you," she told him sarcastically as she placed the gun on her belt and her badge in her pocket.
"You aren't going to leave me in here," he told her with a laugh.
"I think some alone time will do you good," she said calmly as she made her way to the door.
"Lisbon, please."
"Begging now are we?" Lisbon asked as she turned around but something caught her attention. Her eyes focus on the bottom of the desk.
"Lisbon?"
"Hold on," Lisbon told him as she moved over to the desk and bent down to open the draw that was slightly open. Inside it was a picture of two people. "Wow."
"What is it?" Jane asked as he tried to get a look at what she was looking from inside the cell. Lisbon stood up and walked over to the cell door and showed him the photograph.
"The mechanic is the sheriff's son."
"Of course he is," Jane stated not surprised by her announcement.
"Wait, you knew already?"
"It wasn't hard."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was more fun to see you figure out plus what proof did I have and I know how much you like having proof," he explained.
"You could have told me your suspicions," she glared at him and then turned around so her back rested on the cell door.
"Are you going to let me out?"
"No," she said completely unconvincing.
"Lisbon, I wanted the proof before we accused anyone. I was trying to do what you always want me to do."
"How did you know it was his son?"
The door swung open and the sheriff walked in looking at the two of them. "Yes, how did you figure out that he was my son?"
"Cheekbones," Jane answered quickly as he pointed to the sheriff's cheekbones.
"That is it?" Lisbon asked shocked.
"Well, yeah."
"I love my son," the sheriff told them quietly.
"But you panic the moment you found out that he murdered that young man," Jane stated.
"No, my son didn't kill anyone, it was an accident that much was true."
"Sheriff why don't you tell us the whole story," Lisbon order and moved away from the cell. "But first let him out."
"How did you get out in the first place?" The sheriff asked as he headed over to the cell door and unlocked it.
"Oh, the lock is flimsy." Jane grinned as he went over to the bed and grabbed his jacket before walking out of the cell.
"Sheriff we need to take you back to the CBI and have you tell us exactly what happen," Lisbon informed him.
"I can't allow that," he told her quietly. "See this town prides itself on being a quiet town that people come to escape the real world. Until that young man appeared we were fine and then he showed up and everything changed."
"How?" Jane asked him.
"He did crash into the sign but it was an accident."
"Sheriff just tell us what happened," Lisbon said softly as she looked over at Jane.
"Do any of you have kids?" The sheriff asked as he took a seat in the chair behind the desk.
"No," Jane admitted and Lisbon knew how much it pained him to say that.
"When you have children you are willing to do anything to protect them including protect them destroying their lives."
"Your son was friends with the victim, wasn't he," Lisbon confirmed and the sheriff nodded.
"When did you find out about the drug use?" Jane piped in suddenly.
"What?" Lisbon asked confused.
"Your son started doing drugs in college, dropped out and came back home. You swore you would clean him up and help him, hence the job at the garage. He started to clean up and even talked about returning to college, which you agree would be a good idea. It was there he met the victim," Jane explained.
"Yes, and the victim was good for my son. Kept him out of trouble but his past came back to haunt him."
"Your son was driving that night wasn't he?" Lisbon asked.
"They had just finished exams and my son had gotten his hands on some drugs and convince the victim to join him. I found them in the garage and we got into a yelling match, my son stormed off with his friend in tow. They got into the car and the next thing I heard was the sound of the crash."
"Your son was high enough that he survived the crash," Jane stated as he sat on the edge of the desk.
"Yes."
"But the victim was also high but he manged to escape the car and make his way to what I believe was a puddle of water left over from the rains."
"Yes," the sheriff admitted softly.
"Why didn't you just report the accident?" Lisbon asked.
"Because it was his son's last chance." Jane acknowledged.
"We covered the crime scene and sent the body back and my son swore he would get cleaned up as long as I didn't report it."
"Then we showed up thanks to a call from the victim's father," Lisbon stated as she came to the conclusion to why the sheriff had lie about not knowing who they were.
"My uncle is a sheriff in the next town and when he pulled you two over I knew you were coming to ask question so I had to lie to protect my son," the sheriff explained with a heavy heart.
"Sheriff we are going to need to put you and your son under arrest" Lisbon stated as the sheriff got to his feet.
"I did it for him. I love my son." The sheriff said as he handed Lisbon his gun and handcuffs. Lisbon nodded to Jane to watch the sheriff.
"I'll call Bertram and have him send somebody," Lisbon told Jane as she made her way outside.
"What would you have done?" The sheriff asked as he sat down again.
"I would have done the same," Jane admitted. The two waited for Lisbon to return a few moments later.
"We need you to come with us to get your son," Lisbon told the sheriff as she held the door open for him. She held out the handcuffs as he walked by.
"I'm going willingly agent so please don't use the handcuffs," the sheriff begged as he walked out of the door.
A few hours later Cho and Rigsby showed up with the van and meet Jane and Lisbon at the sheriff office.
"Boss," Cho said as he greeted her and Jane as he got out of the van.
"Cho, take the sheriff and his son back to the CBI and question them," Lisbon order as she motion the sheriff and his son to follow her to the van.
"You are not coming back with us?" Rigsby asked from the driver's seat.
"Jane and I are going to head back on our own," Lisbon informed him as he started up the van.
"See you at the office," Rigsby told her as he pulled the van out and made his way out-of-town.
"So fancy getting something to eat?" Jane asked as he came up behind her.
"We just arrested the sheriff and his son and you want to eat in the local diner?" Lisbon asked as she walked away from him.
"They had good eggs," he pointed out as he caught up to her.
"I'm tired Jane so let's just go," she went over to the passenger side door and waited for him to unlock the car.
"You seemed to get plenty of sleep last night," he smirked as he unlocked the car.
"Don't," she warned as she got into the car.
"What?" He asked as he got in and started the car.
"Just drive, okay."
"You got it," he pulled on to the main road with a smile on his face.
"Looks like rain." Jane mentioned after being on the road for an hour or so.
"Well, you car could use a bath."
"It isn't dirty and having it rain isn't the type of bath I want for my car," he told her as raindrops started to hit the windshield.
"Whatever," Lisbon replied as she looked out the window. The two of them went silent for a while until Jane reach over to turn on the radio. He was flipping through stations when he heard a sound from the car and the engine died.
"What did you do?" Lisbon asked after he managed to use the momentum of the car to pull it to the side of the road.
"Nothing, I just turned on the radio." He told her as he looked at his car dashboard. He let out a little chuckle before turning to look at her.
"What?"
"We are out of gas."
To Be Continued.
Final Chapter: As they wait for the tow truck Lisbon and Jane have a talk.