Hey guys! This chapter is gonna be a 2 parter, and it's complete Jisbon :) I know the main character is Nathan, but after the way the last chap ended, i figure it needed some follow up! So here it is, ENJOY!

Nathan looked up from his empty plate and sighed with contentment. He had just polished off 3 pieces of French Toast, curtesy of Jane, and he was stuffed. He wiped his mouth and reached for is chocolate milk when he caught the eyes of the two smiling adults in front of him. He looked up at them with a questioning expression, what was so funny?

"You missed a spot." Jane said, gesturing to his own cheek so Nathan would know where. Despite his best efforts to not make a mess, the inevitable happened, and he got syrup all over his chin and left cheek. Sometimes he forgot Nathan was only five, he was just so smart for his age, so understanding. But it was moments like this that reminded him he was just a kid. He watched as Nathan rose both hands up to the wrong side and rubbed with vigor.

"Did i get it?"

Lisbon laughed and shook her head. "Other side." So he tried again on the left, only to make the spot bigger.

It was Jane's turn to laugh, he was enjoying this all too much. So he grabbed a wet cloth, and reached over to finally wipe Nathan's face clean. He scrunched his nose when he felt the cold cloth on his cheek and wanted to duck away, but he stuck it out until it was over.

Lisbon watched this in amusement, but the smile on her face stemmed from a different reason. She couldn't stop thinking about how just an hour ago, Jane had her pressed down on the bed in a passionate lip lock. Yes, she had kissed him back, but she was in no hurry to find out why. That, would be dangerous thinking. Right now, she was focused on his motives, not hers. What the did it mean? Did he regret it? Cause if he did, he sure as hell had a weird way of showing it. He hadn't stopped smiling since. Then again, neither had she. Damn! See, THIS is what they should be writing books about, not stupid ass teenage vampires and wizard babies with famous scars! What were they good for at times like these? She mentally sighed. What she wouldn't give to be able to read minds right about now. She could always ask him what his intentions were...or she could jump off a very high bridge. Either way, it would only end badly. She had to get to the bottom of this before it drove her crazy. But later. For now, less thinking, more French Toast.

She was just about to take her last bite, when it happened. Her cell phone went off, and judging from the pre-assigned horrible ringtone, it was Hightower. She put down her fork and brought her head to her hands. Jane looked at the vibrating buzz kill and wore a pout.

"Is that Hightower?" he asked, for once in his life hoping he was wrong.

"Mhmm" she mumbled, keeping her head down.

"Really? She can't wait till Monday...let it go to voice mail."

She looked up at him incredulously. "Let it go to voice mail," she mocked. "I can't just not answer, that's...unprofessional."

"Oh? You don't seem to have a problem doing so when I call." he shot back.

"You're not professional." she deadpanned. " And that was one time."

"You wound me Lisbon. I could have been dyeing or kidnapped, or worse, low on tea!"

"One can only hope."

Nathan just sat there watching their exchange of bantering with amusement. They did know the phone was still ringing right?

"That... was just plain mean." And with this, he dipped his finger in the leftover syrup on his plate and trailed sticky random patterns all over her face. Dotting the last of it on the tip of her nose, he stood back to admire his masterpiece. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes were closed, completely still from the shock of what he had just done. Nathan couldn't help but giggle. She looked hilarious, and he looked regretful, because he knew he was in trouble. She opened her eyes to see him beaming his hundred watt smile. Slowly, she reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup on the counter, and opened the cap, all the while her glare firmly in place. She wouldn't!

Jane slowly raised his hands in protest. "I'm sorry Lisbon, but i draw the line when one insults my tea." he justified, million dollar smile never fading.

"You wanna line? I'll draw you a line!" And with this, she squeezed as hard as she could and unleashed half of the bottle in his direction. She would!

He held out his hands in an effort to shield himself, and of course, it did absolutely nothing. When she felt the bottle in her hands become light, she stopped but kept it aimed at the consultant anyway. She watched his eyes peek open so as to see his current state, and when he did, they grew wide. The look on his face was priceless, and when she looked at Nathan, so was his, and they both broke down in laughter.

His face was covered in chocolate sauce, along with his white button down shirt. Well... it used to be white. Now it looked more like one of those horrible paintings artists try to pass off as "abstract".

He looked up and finally spoke. "...My shirt!"

"Oh...i'm sorry, was it your favorite?" she asked, with mock sympathy.

"Yes!" they were all his favorite.

"Good."

His eyes narrowed, but he nodded his head in agreement. So this is how it's gonna be? Well two can play at that game.

"Hmm...You know what else is good?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Whip Cream." And before she had a chance to process his words, she was being attacked by a can of Cool Whip. He had clearly shown no mercy, because by the time he was done, she looked like a giant Q-tip.

He was so dead!

Lisbon ran up to him and reached for the can, but he pulled back just before she could take it. Damn. She tried again but this time he held it high above his head. She crossed her arms and looked up at him with an unamused expression.

"Really? Your playing the short card?"

"Yup." he smiled, can still high in the air, wiggling it to taunt her.

"M'kay."

And as if she had completely forgotten about the situation entirely, she took a step closer so that their toes were almost touching. Her hand came to lay on his chest, and she looked up at his lips. Jane was skeptical. What was her angle? Then suddenly, her hand traveled lower, and started to draw random patterns on his abs. She was just centimeters away from his lips now, and all thought was lost when he felt her warm breath nip at his neck. And just when he was about to close the space between them, he felt the striking cold of half a dozen ice cubes being poured down his pants.

His breath hitched in his throat, and his whole body froze, dropping the can in the process. The majority of the cubes had fallen straight through onto the ground, but never has he experience something so cold in his life! He was bent over with his hands on his knees, looking down when he realized something. The can! He lifted his head up to see Lisbon pointing it straight at him. She had played him...for Cool Whip. He shook his head and smiled.

"I'm sorry, but i draw the line when one mocks my height." she chuckled, remembering his exact words. "So...do you give?"

He raised his hands in surrender and nodded and with a warning look she put the can down on the counter. They both released a breath they didn't know they were holding and looked around. The war was over, and now there was hell to pay. Not only were they a complete mess, but so was the kitchen. Great.

Lisbon turned her attention away from the pigsty that was her kitchen and back to Jane. They both gave each other the same look.

"I still won."

She glared at him. "Excuse me, but i do remember you surrendering just now."

"So?"

"So how the hell did you win?"

He leaned in as if to tell her a secret and said, "Listen...you hear that?"

"...NO."

"Exactly, it went to voice mail."

Sorry it took so long for the update, dont hate me for it :) Part 2 will have more jisbon and Nathan. Plus you find out what hightower called about in the first place. I really hoped u all liked it, and could use some ideas for the next chap. Tell me what you thought, you know i love those reviews!