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They were well out of L.A before it really started to sink in to Jane that they really wouldn't be going back. That they'd probably never see the house that they had called home all of this past week again.

A part of him was sad to be leaving it. A lot of memories had been made in that house. He remembered carrying Lisbon over the threshold on the first day with her fighting him every step of the way, the bathroom incident, the pair of them breaking dishes for their fake fight, bickering over him 'borrowing' the car that one night, carrying her once again to the bedroom and making love to her there, and then again just last night on the rug.

This week had given him a sharp reminder of what a normal life was like. He'd had no idea just how much he was missing it; nor had he been fully aware of just how lonely he had been all these years. He'd always thought he'd had plenty of companionship through his coworkers, but it had taken this experience of 'marriage' to make him realise how much one's desire to be at home increased when there was someone to come home to.

She'd rolled down the window a little way and the wind whipped through her hair as she drove. It felt like this trip was taking less time than the last time, almost as if she were driving faster, or perhaps he was just dreading the moment when they arrived back at the CBI and this would all really be over.

It hit him as she brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, and her ring flashed in the light. He was about to lose another wife. The circumstances were miles apart, but already he could feel the building sense of loss. Soon, he would have nothing left but the memories of their week undercover. Knowing her, she would pretend the whole thing had never happened, and everything would go back to the way it was before, solving crime all day, and loneliness all night.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been as happy as he'd been this week. And now he was supposed to give it up again and go back to the misery. It wasn't fair.

Lisbon concentrated hard on the road ahead of her. As long as she could avoid looking at Jane for the rest of the ride back to Sacramento, things would be OK. She could feel him watching her from the passenger seat; his eyes were practically burning into the side of her head, but she refused to give in to temptation.

He wasn't allowed to look at her that way anymore. Just as she was no longer permitted to kiss him on the cheek if she felt like it, as she'd done this morning. Allowing those things to happen would give the illusion that there was any hope for them together. It hurt, but that brief chapter of their lives was now over, and for their own sakes, both of them had to move on.

She kept telling herself that, over and over, as she drove. But for some reason, it just wasn't sinking in.

It was a long drive from L.A back to Sacramento, but they still managed it in far less time than Jane would have liked. Before he knew it, she was pulling the Suburban into an empty space in the CBI parking lot.

"And we're back," he said, with little enthusiasm. "Guess this means we're divorced now."

She smiled. "It's just so hard to make a marriage work these days."

"So are we going to divide up our assets?" he asked.

"Sure. And while I'm at it, I'll sue your ass for alimony too."

"I knew I should have gotten that pre-nup."

He chuckled at his own wit, and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Seriously though," Jane said after a while. "There's something I need to give back to you."

Carefully, he unclasped the chain from around his neck, removed his wedding ring, and to her surprise, produced her cross pendant from his pocket. She'd had no idea he even had it, she hadn't even looked at it since she'd taken it off at the start of the week.

"When did you take that?" she asked.

"The day after you gave me the chain," he said. "Just in case."

"In case of what?" she asked, indignantly.

"I know it's important to you," he said simply. "I wanted to keep it safe."

He slipped the crucifix back onto its chain and held the now-complete necklace out to her.

"Thanks for the loan," he said.

"You're welcome." She took it from him, and looped it back around her neck. He watched for a few moments as she struggled with the clasp.

"Damn it," she cursed under her breath.

He smiled. "Patience really isn't your strong suit, is it?"

"It's not my fault!" she snapped. "Why do they have to make the stupid things so small?"

She let out a small noise of frustration as it slipped from her fingers yet again.

"What are you going to do next, shoot it?" he asked, affectionately. "Let me." He tried to take it back from her but she waved him away.

"I can do it."

He rolled his eyes at her stubbornness.

"You're going to be battling with that thing all day," he said. "And it doesn't make you any weaker a person if you let me help you."

"What are you talking about?" she said.

"I know how your mind works. And I also know that you have a pathological need to do everything yourself. But really, this isn't a big deal, it's just a necklace."

He could see that she was pretending not to hear, and stifled a laugh as she once again failed to fasten the necklace. He held out his hand, and waited. After another minute she handed it to him, scowling.

"Turn around," he said, and she obeyed.

Gently, he pushed her hair over her left shoulder, out of the way. As he did so, his fingertips grazed her skin, and he felt her whole body tense up at his touch. He knew from experience that her neck was a particularly sensitive area for her, she'd never been able to resist it when he kissed her there. He knew that if he wanted to, he could have her entirely within his power in a matter of moments.

But he also knew that it would do nothing to assist him in his eventual goal. Seducing her in the front seat of the SUV outside the CBI was not the answer.

But he still let his fingers keep brushing against her skin as he put the necklace on and did up the clasp.

He'd never been good at resisting temptation.

This was the exact reason she'd wanted to put the stupid necklace on herself, Lisbon thought. She'd been trying to avoid a situation like this. This was what happened when work colleagues slept together; even the most basic of tasks became sexually charged 'moments' fraught with meaning, emotion and frustration.

She still hadn't seemed to have developed any kind of control over herself at his touch; it still made her pulse quicken and her skin tingle.

It felt like an age before he drew away from her, and she congratulated herself for keeping her head.

When she finally met his gaze again, he was smiling that smile at her, the one that made women go weak at the knees.

"That's better," he said. "You look like you again."

Another tense moment, the air buzzing with hidden meaning. It was all getting to be too much; she had to get away from him before she did something stupid.

"Come on," she said briskly, unclipping her seatbelt and opening the door. "The others are expecting us."

She felt her spirits lift as she walked into the foyer. Finally, things were going back to normal. Back at the CBI. Her job was here, her friends were here, her life was here. She never thought she would ever have such an attachment to a government building.

It was a bit of a sad comment on her social life, really.

"Agent Lisbon, you're back!"

Katie from Payroll had just emerged from one of the lifts, clutching a handful of papers. Lisbon noted that Katie looked perfectly at ease in her high heels; the week's events had given her a new appreciation for the skill involved in wearing them.

"I didn't think you two were coming back until next week," she said, beaming at them both. "We all thought you were off on a desert island somewhere, having a nice romantic getaway."

"No,' said Lisbon, even though that wasn't strictly true. Parts of their trip had certainly been romantic. But she was glad that she could at last set the record straight about herself and Jane and their so-called 'engagement.'

"Actually," she began. "We were-"

But suddenly Katie was no longer listening, as her attention was fully focused on Lisbon's left hand. With a sinking heart, Lisbon realized that with her preoccupation about getting away from Jane, she'd forgotten to remove her ring. She'd got so used to wearing it over the past week, it had completely slipped her mind.

Katie's jaw dropped. She seized Lisbon's hand in both of her own and her eyes travelled from the ring to Lisbon's face, and back again.

"No!" she gasped. "You didn't?"

"Katie," Lisbon said hastily. "It's not what you think…"

"God, you're a dark horse, aren't you? I thought you'd be the last person to ever run away and get married without telling anyone," gushed Katie excitedly. "But I guess if I were engaged to the most gorgeous guy in California, I wouldn't want to wait either. Oh you guys, I'm so happy for you!" She flung her arms first around a startled Lisbon, and then Jane who was trying desperately not to laugh. "And don't worry about everyone finding out," Katie said, suddenly serious. "Minelli's already suspended you, if he hears about this, you'll both be fired! I'll keep it completely on the down-low."

"Katie!" said Lisbon, a little more forcefully now. "You've really got it wrong." She looked to Jane for help; some of his talent for spinning crap would be useful right about now. But he just grinned at her, and she knew that he was enjoying watching her struggle far too much. He'd be no help at all. Bastard.

Suddenly, Katie's cell phone chirped, announcing the arrival of a new text message.

"I have to go," she said after she'd read it. "They need me upstairs." She dumped her papers onto the reception desk and then pressed the button for the elevator again.

"Let me explain," Lisbon tried again, as the doors slid open. "Jane and I aren't married. We're not even dating. We've been doing undercover work this week, that's why we've been away."

There. A perfectly logical, reasonable explanation. Nobody could argue with that right?

Katie raised a sceptical eyebrow. "With all due respect, Lisbon, I think you should let Jane come up with the cover story. He's better at lying then you are."

Lisbon felt her jaw drop in surprise. Beside her, she could hear Jane clap a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Don't feel bad, Lisbon," Katie amended, as the doors closed. "You're just an honest person. Take it as a compliment."

The moment Katie disappeared from view, Lisbon turned to Jane and smacked him hard in the arm.

"Could you have been any less helpful?" she said angrily.

"I'm sorry," he said, as he tried to get a hold of himself. "The look on your face when you realized you were still wearing that ring…"

He decided not to mention how adorable he thought it was when she was blindsided like that; like a deer in headlights. It didn't happen very often, she was pretty sharp, but he had to admit, he loved it when it did.

She strode over to the elevator and started pummelling the 'up' button.

"We have to get up there," she said.

"There's no need to rush," he said. "The damage has already been done. You know this place gossips like a high school. All she has to do is tell one person and the whole office'll know in five minutes."

"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"Will you relax?" he said, as he walked up to where she was standing, still furiously jabbing at the button. "Minelli'll back us up. And Cho too. And if you push that button any more you're going to send it into meltdown," he said. "Come here." He put his arm around her shoulders.

He knew he was taking a risk by touching her in the CBI like this, but she just looked so worried and upset, he couldn't help himself. And anyway the foyer was deserted.

Without meaning to, Lisbon found herself being pulled towards him, until her head fell onto his shoulder. He held her tight, and slowly some of her anxiety started to subside.

"Everything's going to be fine," she heard him say, soothingly. His breath tickled her ear, and it made her smile. Then, he leaned across and gently kissed her temple.

And all of a sudden, realization slammed into her. Not only had she allowed herself to get into an intimate situation with her consultant once again, she had let it happen here at work, where anybody could see them. She pulled herself away from him, as though she'd just been scalded.

What in the name of all that was holy was wrong with her?

He wasn't supposed to reach out to comfort her like that, and she was not supposed to let him. And it was most definitely not supposed to feel so natural, and soothing, and right.

They were done with this now. It was time to stop being 'husband' and 'wife' and get back to being 'partners.'

The lift pinged, and she hurried into it, without a backward glance.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Jane said, tapping at his cell phone as they ascended up to the Serious Crimes floor.

"If I say no, will you listen?"

"No."

She sighed. "Then go ahead, by all means."

"If I were you, I'd lose that ring," he said. "Unless you want to add fuel to the fire."

Hastily, she tugged it from her finger and put it in her pocket, as the doors opened.

The word had spread fast. Everywhere Jane looked, people were whispering together, trying to get a better look at them. One would think that out of a whole floorful of state agents, at least one of them would have something more constructive to be doing.

"Try not to look so guilty," he advised Lisbon in a low voice as they got out of the elevator, for she was glancing furtively around with the air of somebody with something to hide. He could sense forty pairs of eyes following their progress across the bullpen, and if he listened hard, he could make out a few short snatches of conversation as they passed.

"-heard they ran off to Canada for the wedding-"

"-think she might be pregnant, that's why they got married so fast-"

-she's not wearing her ring, d'you think something's gone wrong already?"

"This is so humiliating," Lisbon hissed to Jane. The sanctuary of her office felt like it was getting further away instead of closer, as she endured the gauntlet of judging eyes from her co-workers.

"Just ignore them," Jane said.

They finally reached the Serious Crimes area, and there were Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt, tapping away at their computers, Rigsby pausing every few key strikes or so to take a bite of a sandwich. She was very glad to see them.

"Hey guys," Jane greeted them, and all three agents looked up.

"Ah," said Cho. "The newlyweds. Guess it's time to break out the champagne."

"What?"

If it were any other person, Lisbon would have thought that were kidding. But this was Cho, and Kimball Cho did not kid.

Surely, he couldn't possibly think…

"I've been wondering boss," Rigsby put in. "Do we have to call you 'Jane' now too? Because that could get a little confusing."

"You didn't even give us any time to get you a wedding present," said Van Pelt, sadly.

Lisbon was horror-struck. Surely her team hadn't actually believed this ridiculous rumour. She'd been prepared to cop a lot of teasing from every other agent in the building, but not these three. She'd been so sure they would believe her. They had to believe her. If she couldn't convince her team, her friends, how on Earth was she supposed to convince everyone else?

She shot a panicked glance at Jane, who just grinned at her in his infuriating way. Did he not understand the seriousness of what was going on? Rigsby, Van Pelt, Cho, they all thought that they had…that they were…

And then something clicked.

Cho. They'd told him about the mission from the start. He knew about all of it. Jane had even mentioned speaking with him while they'd been away. In confusion, she looked at her second-in-command and noticed that while his expression was as stoic as ever, his right eyebrow was crooked upwards very slightly. And a quick glance at the other two showed her they were both determinedly avoiding each other's gaze, and biting their lip in an effort to suppress their laughter.

She narrowed her eyes at her agents. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded. She let her glare rest on Rigsby, who she knew could be counted on to talk if she put enough pressure on him.

Sure enough, after only a few seconds, he was unable to contain himself any longer. "Sorry boss," he blurted out. " We know you guys didn't really get married, we were only messing with you. It was his idea!" he added, pointing over her shoulder towards Jane.

Honestly, three intelligent people couldn't come up with a better excuse then 'the other guy did it?'

"Don't try to blame this on him," she said. "He's been with me all morning, how could he have…?"

She trailed off midsentence as she recalled only moments ago in the elevator, herself wrenching the ring from her finger, Jane with his cell phone in his hand…

"You son of a bitch," she snarled, turning around to face him, her eyes blazing with fury.

It only incensed her further as he burst out laughing.

"I couldn't resist," he said. "After I saw how upset you got over the thing with Katie, I just had to see what would happen if you thought they'd believed it too."

"I'll kill you," she said advancing on him menacingly. "I swear to you Jane, I will take my gun and beat you to death with it."

"Wouldn't it be easier just to shoot me?"

"And give you a nice quick and painless death? No way are you getting off that easily."

"Can you please try to calm down?" he asked, in the placating voice he always used when trying to fend off an angry Lisbon attack. "It was only a joke, you're overreacting."

"Overreacting? I'm the laughingstock of the CBI. My credibility is shot; I can't even look these people in the eye anymore let alone work with them. And it's all your fault!"

"Hey, it wasn't my idea for us to go on this undercover thing, you can't blame me for that."

"I don't remember proposing to me in the middle of the office being a part of the briefing. That was all you."

"Well if I remember rightly Agent Lisbon, you got right into it. Did you not say yes?"

"You backed me into a corner, I didn't have a choice!"

The disagreement had steadily progressed to a full-blown argument, the decibel level of their shouts getting higher with every word. When someone overheard what was going on, no time was wasted in getting the news out on the CBI grapevine, and it eventually reached the ears of Virgil Minelli.

Two women from Fraud walked by his office each holding cups of coffee, talking excitedly to another.

"Apparently they're having a massive fight over in Serious Crimes."

"Lover's tiff?"

"Oh, you know, fighting is like foreplay for them, they're probably enjoying every moment of it."

Minelli rolled his eyes as the two agents moved out of earshot. Perhaps Lisbon and her consultant hadn't got the memo that the case was over now, and with it, their 'engagement.' He really needed them to stop tearing strips off each other, and get back down to work, even if only to stop them turning into the office soap opera.

Sighing, and feeling distinctly like a high school principal, he got out of his chair and headed over to Serious Crimes, to break it up.

When he arrived, typically the bickering couple didn't even notice as they continued to argue, with Agents Cho, Van Pelt and Rigsby all seated at their desks around them, smirking.

"Lisbon. Jane!" he said loudly, and suddenly they both went silent. "What's going on?" he asked, more quietly now that he had their full attention. "You've been back five minutes, and the entire building's in uproar."

"Well I-" Jane began.

"Shut up!" Lisbon cut across him. "I'll explain."

"Yes ma'am."

Minelli listened in amusement as Lisbon explained everything to him. He could see she was in considerable distress about how everything had turned out; he knew she'd been hoping for a quiet return and to be able to dive right back into her work again.

"Lisbon, I'll issue a memo to everybody to let them know the whole thing was faked and hopefully they'll leave you alone," he said after she'd finished. "And I should take back your fake rings too, they're on loan."

"Thank you sir," said Lisbon, relieved. She handed hers over without question. Jane took a little longer to obey, and Minelli got the feeling he was a little reluctant.

"This should help. But just in case, no more couple fights you two, OK?" he said, looking from one to the other. "Or at least can you keep it down to a dull roar?"

Lisbon looked embarrassed. Jane chuckled to himself.

"Sure thing, Virgil," he said.

After her superior had left, Lisbon immediately felt better. This had been the worst first day back she could possibly have imagined, thanks in no small part to her asshole consultant, but thank God, it would soon be over. Her life would be restored to order, starting right now.

"All right," she said, turning to Cho, suddenly business-like. "Minelli told me you guys were having trouble with a case. I want you guys to fill me in on it and we'll figure out where we go next. Jane, go have a nap or something," she said, gesturing towards his couch.

"Now Lisbon, are you sure that's a good idea? Because I bet as soon as I go and lie down, you'll be coming over begging me for my brilliant theories and insights." Better I just stay here and help."

She sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I think I've had about as much of you as I can take this week Jane," she said. "Go to your couch, we'll come get you if we need you. Just please, get out of my sight."

She didn't say it with anger or contempt. She just needed a break from him messing with her mind. She needed to clear her head, and she couldn't do that with him hovering over her shoulder all day.

To her very great surprise, without any further comment, Jane rose and did as he was told.

She turned back to her team. "Enough time has been wasted this morning, and there's a family waiting to find out what happened to their daughter. Let's do our jobs and find out."

Rigsby and Van Pelt both returned to their computers, but Cho didn't.

"Boss?" he said.

She sighed again. "What is it Cho?"

"Welcome back."

Banished to his couch, Jane smiled to himself as he relaxed onto the soft leather again. He had missed his couch; the one at the house just couldn't compare. He'd also missed the cacophony of ringing telephones and whirring fax machines that surrounded him during his naps at the CBI. The noise had never disturbed him; he found it soothing. Of course, it wasn't quite as soothing as having Lisbon in his arms, but unfortunately that was not an option at the moment.

He supposed he couldn't really blame her for wanting to get rid of him for a while, she'd had a rough day, and admittedly, he hadn't really done anything to make it any easier for her, (one could even argue that he'd done his very best to make it worse.) He was prepared to bet that he wasn't scoring any points in the 'convince her to have a relationship with him' department today either; goading her probably wasn't the best approach.

He always tended to get a little petty when things didn't turn out the way he wanted them to; it was a personality flaw that he had long since accepted about himself. And at the moment it was an especially big upset to him, to be denied the woman he loved, for her to pretend that everything they had shared had meant nothing and could be easily dismissed.

Still, even by his standards, he'd been a prize jerk today, and he owed her an apology. And it occurred to him now that he'd never actually told her how he felt about her. He'd hinted at it, and he figured their two nights together had spoken for themselves. But he'd never actually said it.

He looked down at his left hand, ringless for the first time in over ten years. His real wedding ring was in his pocket, ready for him to put back on, but right now, through the eyes of a casual onlooker he was a free man, tied to no-one, able to do as he pleased.

Was he ready for this? Once he said it, he wouldn't be able to take it back. However she responded, for better or for worse, it would change everything. Again.

He heard Lisbon's voice, cursing at the coffeemaker as it malfunctioned yet again. If she were alone in the room, he wouldn't have put it past her to stamp her foot in frustration but she was too professional to do with witnesses everywhere. Even from this distance, he could see the tension in her shoulders as she reached for some sugar. Things must not be going well with the case either, because she was stirring her coffee extra-fast today, a sure sign that she was agitated.

God, how he loved her. Even when she was shouting herself hoarse at him, he couldn't picture anyone else alive that he would rather be with. She was far from perfect, but so was he, and he knew they could be great together if only they gave it a chance.

It was up to him to make the first move, because there was no way she was going to.

Night fell at the CBI, and without any significant breaks in the case, Lisbon had sent the rest of the team home to get some sleep and look over it with fresh eyes in the morning. She herself had elected to stay behind to try to make a dent in the small mountain of paperwork that had arrived in her in-tray while she'd been away.

Jane she assumed, planned to spend the night at the CBI, she'd hadn't seen him leave, nor had he poked his head in to say goodnight like usual. But of course, that might be because he thought she was still mad at him. She wasn't. She was just tired. Very, very tired.

It was good to be back in her office again, with everything exactly the way she had left it. According to Cho, nobody had been in it all week except the maintenance staff on Wednesday to clean the glass.

She thought she'd work for another half-hour and then call it quits for the night. As she reached for the next file, there was a soft tap on the door. Jane.

"Hey," he greeted her.

"Hey," she said. "You're knocking now?"

He shrugged. "Apparently it's polite. Can I come in?"

"Since when do you ever ask?"

"I could just barge right in if you'd prefer. But I've heard people respond positively to this whole 'politeness' thing. Thought I'd try it out."

"It certainly works for me. Come in."

He took a seat opposite her, and silence fell while she began to skim the next file. She could feel his eyes on her; it was unnerving.

"Got a call from Nick," she said to break the uncomfortable moment. "The raids were a success. Twelve arrests were made, all down to our intel."

"That's great. Well done us."

She waited for more. But it didn't come. Where was the anti-Nick tirade she'd gotten so used to over the week?

"That's it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, usually when I mention Nick I can't even finish my sentence before you start abusing him."

He shrugged again, and Lisbon found herself putting down her file. Something was definitely up.

"He mentioned that he might be coming down to Sacramento later in the year," she said. "So we could catch up properly without a case hanging over our heads."

"I'm sure you'll look forward to that."

"What is wrong with you?" she demanded to know. She didn't know who this imposter sitting before her was, but it certainly was not Patrick Jane.

"You don't like it when I say bad things about Agent Sheens," said Jane solemnly.

"And since when do you give a damn about stuff like that? Be obnoxious, be an asshole. Be you. Because this isn't you."

She hated it when he did this to her. Where had this pensive side come from? Every time she thought him figured out, he threw her another curveball.

He looked up to meet her eyes. "Lisbon I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For what I did to you today. The thing with Katie, and the team. I know I made things harder for you and I shouldn't have."

Lisbon couldn't quite believe what she was hearing; in fact she was half expecting him to break out into a smile and shout 'April Fool!' even though it was May. He was apologising to her. And unless she was very much mistaken, he'd actually meant it.

"Apology accepted," she said, returning to her paperwork, and the weird silence fell again.

After a minute or two, Jane spoke up.

"Don't you want to know why I was acting that way?"

She didn't even look up from the form she was perusing. "Not really. 'Jackass' is pretty much your default setting."

He reached over, took the piece of paper out of her hand, and laced her fingers in with his.

"What are you doing?" she said, trying to wrench it away. "Are you crazy?"

"Stop," he said. "Please, just for a minute, can you stop talking and listen to me?"

She sent him a look of deepest suspicion, but she didn't try to speak. This could be his one and only chance. He mustn't blow it.

"All the time we've been in L.A and through everything that happened, you've always said that when we got home everything was supposed to go back to normal. And I've been trying. I really have. I've been trying so hard to get back to the way we used to be, with the bickering and arguing. But to be honest, I don't think we can. Whether we like it or not, things are different between us now, and there's no way to get around it."

"But-"

"We can deny it all we want but at the end of the day, we can't erase what happened in L.A. And I don't want to."

He wondered if she'd noticed that there was no ring on his finger. He'd decided that, while not ready to take it off completely, he'd keep it off just for this. He couldn't have a symbol of his commitment to one woman on his finger, while he confessed his love for another. It was just wrong.

"What happened between us in L.A was pretty much a confirmation for me of something I've known deep down for a long time. You already gave me a second chance by signing on with me, and even though I put you through all kinds of hell you still won't give up on me. I know it's wrong, and inconvenient and all the bad things in the world, but there's something that I need to say, and you need to hear."

He heard her catch her breath, and thought she might have guessed what was coming.

"I'm not a good prospect, or a solid investment. There's so much uncertainty in my life that sometimes I don't even know where I'm going on any given day. Pretty much the only thing I am sure of is that anything good in my life is because of you. And I know I'm doing you a huge disservice because you deserve so much better, but I've always been a selfish kind of guy."

She let out a nervous little laugh, and his hand tightened on hers.

"Teresa Lisbon, I love you."

We haven't had a nice cliffhanger in a while, so I thought I'd throw one in here. Was that mean of me?

I was going to hold off on the 'L' word until the very end of the story, but as I was writing this chapter, it just felt right to put it in here.

I envision that there will only be one or possibly two more chapters after this one.

Come back next time to find how Lisbon felt about Jane's confession!