Authors Note: Thanks to Ebony10 for being my beta. There's probably only going to be one more part after this, I have it planed out, i just need to write it. As always reviews are appreciated, good or bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing with them.

The ride back to her apartment was silent. She kept looking over at him, but his eyes were glued to the road. I wonder what he's thinking. I don't think I did that bad. I actually had fun, which I didn't think I was going to.

They still hadn't said anything when they pulled up to her apartment and parked. "Are you going to come up?" Lisbon asked him.

He just looked at her and nodded. Ok, now he's freaking me out. What the hell is wrong with him? Why the silent treatment? She unlocked the door and they both walked in. "Do you want something to drink?"

Jane shook his head and just smiled at her.

"OK, well, I'm going to go get out of these clothes." She turned around and almost stopped when she thought about what she had said. I hope that didn't come out like I think it did.

"Don't worry, Lisbon, I know what you meant." It was the first thing he had said and she could hear the laughter in his voice. She just shook her head and kept walking.

She walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. How did she always manage to put her foot in her mouth when she was with him? I can't believe I said that. I feel so stupid. She sat there for a few more minutes, before realizing that he would expect her to come out of the bedroom eventually. She sighed and got up, quickly shedding her "sexy" clothes and putting on a comfortable pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She didn't want him to keep looking at her the way that he had been earlier that night—it unnerved her. It was like he'd never seen me before or something. What's gotten into him?

She walked out of the bedroom and saw him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. She knew better than to think that he was asleep. She sat in the chair across from the sofa. She knew he would say something when he was good and ready, so she just sat there. A few minutes later Jane opened his eyes and looked at her quizzically.

"Were you just going to sit there all night?"

"I knew that you knew I was here, and that you'd say something when you were ready. I was just enjoying the silence." She smiled at him. She liked being able to throw him off, even though she realized that he probably knew what she was doing already.

"Oh," was his only reply as he closed his eyes again and leaned his head back on the sofa.

After a few minutes, she started to feel a little sleepy and she made herself more comfortable in the chair, grabbing the blanket that had been thrown over the arm. She snuggled down into it. If he wants to talk, he can just wake me up. I have to work in the morning, were her only thoughts as her eyes drifted shut and she fell asleep.

It took a few minutes for him to realize that her breathing had slowed and she wasn't moving around restlessly any more. He slowly opened one eye and noticed that she had indeed fallen asleep. She had pulled her legs up underneath her and was wrapped up in what looked like a very warm blanket.

She looks like an angel when she sleeps; it's a good look for her, so peaceful and beautiful. He paused and looked at her again. I should wake her up to let her know I'm going to leave, but she'll just want to know how I think she did tonight and I just don't want to tell her. She did fabulous. I can't figure out why she is always so nervous when we discuss personal things or are in intimate situations. It's almost like she doesn't know how to handle herself around me. It's so odd.

He sat there looking at her for a few more minutes. He was half tempted to just stay there tonight. She obviously felt comfortable with him in her house or she never would have fallen sleep, but he didn't think it would be appropriate; she was his boss after all. At last he got up and, before slipping quietly out the door, leaned over her sleeping form and kissed her tenderly on the check, whispering "Good night Teresa" in her ear.

As he walked to his car he thought about what he had just done. He had no idea why he had kissed her—if you could even call it a kiss. It was more like a peck. That's right, just a peck on the cheek. And besides she was sleeping, so it's not like it counts.

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Jane was holding her in his arms. He was strong and warm, very warm. He was whispering in her ear that he loved her and was kissing her neck and face. She was so happy and content. She was enjoying his attention when a faint beeping noise started. She couldn't figure out what it was, but it wouldn't stop. She started to look around for what the sound was, when she realized that she was dreaming, and that the noise was her alarm.

Why is it so quiet? She wondered without opening her eyes. She reached an arm out to silence the alarm and go back to dreaming, when she realized that she was not in the bed. She was in the chair in the living room where she had fallen asleep last night waiting for Jane to tell her about his observations. She opened her eyes and went to stretch. She had a crick in her neck that was unbearable. I guess that's what happens when you sleep sitting up all night.

She took her time getting ready that morning; she had had a good dream and wanted the good feeling to last as long as possible. Unfortunately the feeling was already gone by the time she left her apartment. The pain in her neck had gotten worse, and now radiated through her shoulders and down her back.

By the time she got to work, she was really in a bad mood. She was mad at Jane for not saying anything last night and for just leaving her sleeping. Why hadn't he said anything? Either I did really well and he can't believe it or I did really badly and he's trying to think of some way to let me down easy.

She had practically ignored Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt when she had come in. She had gone straight to her office and had started to work on paper work. It was an hour after she had got there and Jane had still not shown up. She was starting to get mad. Can't even make it into work on time. He's always goofing off, acting up. I bet he does it for all of the attention, and we just cater to his unquenchable appetite for it. I can't stand-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door to her office. "What?" was her curt reply.

The door opened slightly and Van Pelt poked her head in "Hey, something was delivered for you."

"What?" she was not in the mood for guessing games.

"You got flowers," she opened the door wider, and produced a large bouquet of roses.

"Who sent them?"She asked as she got up from her desk to get them.

"I don't know. The delivery guy didn't say, but I think there's a card."

She could feel her mood lightening already. "Thanks Van Pelt." She said as a way of dismissing her. She sat the flowers down on her desk and looked at them. She knew they weren't from Jane (he knew that roses weren't her favorite), but it was still nice to have flowers delivered. She reached into the bouquet and pulled out the card. Reading it, she smiled. The day was getting better.

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Jane walked into the office. He was late. He hadn't slept much last night. This was not unusual. However, what was unusual was why he couldn't sleep. He'd been up all night thinking about Lisbon. It was as if he couldn't stop himself and, while it was a welcome break from what he usually couldn't take his mind off, he was still disturbed by it.

The first thing he noticed when he got into the office was that Lisbon was not in the main room, and that her office door was closed. He called good morning to the team and went over to his sofa to sit down.

"Where is our fearless leader this morning?" He asked jokingly.

"She's in her office, but I wouldn't bother her. She's in a mood today," said Cho.

"I don't know. She seemed to have improved a little when I brought her the flowers that were delivered." Van Pelt added.

"What did you do this time Jane?" asked Rigsby.

"What makes you think I did anything?" Jane asked with a hint of a smile. He was confused, but they didn't need to know that.

"Well, you brought her flowers yesterday, and today you had them delivered, so you must have done something. Besides, the boss is usually only in a mood like this when you've done something." Was Rigsby's response.

"The flowers today aren't from me." Jane smiled at them and got back up off the sofa. He was going to go see Lisbon.

"Don't say we didn't warn you!" Cho called after him.

Jane just smiled. I wonder who would have sent her flowers. Maybe it's the guy here she likes? Wait, it's not the guy from last night, was it? No, he wouldn't know where to send them, would he? Maybe that's why she's in a bad mood. Or it could be because she fell asleep with me watching her last night or the fact that I left without saying anything to her. Man, I think I screwed up.

He knocked on her office door and went in before she could say anything. He quickly shut the door so that if she decided to yell at him, they had some privacy. The first thing he noticed was the large vase of roses on Lisbon's desk. They were very impressive and had obviously cost a lot of money. I bet it is that guy from last night—very presumptuous of him to send her flowers; they didn't even go out on a date. I think I might be jealous, but why would I be jealous? Wasn't that the whole point of making her go out last night—getting her to be more comfortable, to find love?

He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that Lisbon had stopped working and was now glaring at him. "What do you want, Jane?"

"Who sent you the flowers?" he asked without missing a beat. No need for her to know what he was thinking.

"Paul," was all she said, as if he should know who that was.

"Who's Paul?" was his question. He was pretty sure it was the guy from last night, but he wasn't positive.

"He's the guy I met last night; you would know that if you had bothered to say more than a few words to me the entire night. You left me sleeping in a chair in my living room for crying out loud. What was your problem? It was your stupid idea to go out anyway—you thought that I needed help with my love life." He was surprised; he was not expecting her to be this mad.

He looked at her, studying her face. She was clearly fuming and, it would seem, in a lot of pain. "Are feeling alright?" he asked with a note of concern in his voice, even though he already knew the answer.

"No, I am not feeling alright. I slept in a chair all night. My back and neck are killing me and I have a headache." She had gone back to attempting to do paperwork. I shouldn't be taking my pain and misery out on him, she thought. He's just such an easy target. He just stands there and he did just leave me there last night. He didn't even say anything.

"I think I can help with that." He said as he walked around the side of her desk.

"What are you doing?" Lisbon asked defensively.

"Relax, I'm just going to massage your shoulders. I am quite good at it you know." He smiled at her. She still wasn't sure, but didn't protest.

He gently moved her hair over one of her shoulders and started to rub her neck and shoulders. Ohh this feels sooo good was her thought almost as soon as he had started. This is why I like him, no doubt about it. For all the annoying mind reading tricks that he does, sometimes it's nice to know that he can tell exactly what I need.

She was lost in thought when he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You wore your hair curled again today. I like it."

She tensed up and moved away from his magic fingers, remembering why she was in pain in the first place and vowing to ignore it, so she could just talk to him. "Thanks, I think I'm okay now." She lied.

He stopped his massaging and turned her chair so that she was looking at him. "No, you're not."

She couldn't stand being so close to him. She stood up to get something out of the file cabinet. "I will be fine. Why don't we finish the conversation that we never had last night? How do you think I did?"

Jane was a little taken back by the sudden change in topic, but decided to just go with it. "You did remarkably well. Better than I expected, really." He moved to sit down in the chair in front of her desk again. "Clearly, you made an impression on Paul; he sent you some obviously expensive flowers."

Lisbon couldn't help but smile. I think he's jealous. I can't believe it. I wonder if he knows that he's putting off that vibe. Better not let him know I know. He'd probably go running; he's so not ready for a relationship right now.

"What about the guy here that you like. Are you going to give up on him?" Jane asked when Lisbon didn't respond.

"He's not ready for a relationship right now. I don't want to wait forever. I used to think I was going to, but now, maybe not." She was sitting there looking at him, trying to read him like he read her. It wasn't working. Nothing that wasn't always on his face was coming through, just the normal smug arrogance with a charming smile.

"Are you ready to go at it alone? You still seem a little nervous about personal situations? You blush every time you look at the flowers." She was taken back; she hadn't realized that he would notice that.

"Maybe." Any reason to spend more time with you away from work.

"How about we do dinner tonight? I assume that Paul has asked you out to dinner or at least intends to."

"Yes, that's right." She smiled as she remembered the note. She was still a little surprised at having received the flowers and was enjoying the way it had seemed to affect Jane. Suddenly she thought of something, "I thought you said it was sophomoric to try to seduce someone over a meal?"

He smiled, pleased that she had remembered, although not sure why that pleased him. "I said it would be sophomoric for me to seduce you over a meal. For most men that is as good as it gets."

"Well, then why not show me what the right way to do it is, so I can teach who ever I may end up with?" I would love to see how he would go about seducing me. I know I shouldn't be encouraging this fantasy I have, but he is just so gorgeous and I really like him. And even though he can make me so mad, usually he makes me laugh—and he's really good at his job.

He looked at her for a few minutes. "Okay, if that's the way you want to do it. I suppose I did bring you the flowers to show you what you should expect from a man. I can take you on the ideal seduction date." He gave her one of his killer smiles, laced with a little uncertainty. "Let's plan for it on Saturday, if Paul can wait that long."

"Oh, I'm sure he can wait for a date until then" she said with a smile.

Jane looked like he was about to say something when a knock sounded at the door and Cho poked his head in. "We've got a case boss."

That was all he said, but it was sufficient to end the conversation between Lisbon and Jane. It was going to have to wait till Saturday.