Heyy! Still remember me? :) Well i really hope you like this chapter, it took long enough lol.

Nathan was in stitches from the moment Lisbon had insulted Jane and his tea. And when Jane's reaction was to smother her face in syrup, he laughed even harder. He was watching two adults in the middle of a food fight, which as far as Nathan knew, was of rare nature, normally. But this was Pat and Tess, to whom the rules of normality didn't exactly apply. And the fact that they were suppose to be setting an example, only made it more entertaining.

When Jane had finally surrendered, Nathan got a good look at his two favorite "role models", and couldn't help the huge smile that automatically took over his features. Jane was completely covered in chocolate. The fact that he had decided to leave a few buttons undone on his shirt the night before, didn't help his cause and only resulted in his chest being covered as well. (Which evidently didn't go unnoticed by lisbon, judging from her not-so-discreet ogling of the candy coated man) And to top it off, he was now standing in a puddle. The ice cubes that had been oh so gracefully shoved down his pants were now melting at his feet, making him look like a melting chocolate sunday. Lisbon on the other hand, resembled a lot of things, much to Nathan's amusement. She could pass for anything from a giant Q-tip, to a lopsided snowman...woman. She was, from head to toe, completely coated in whip cream. Seriously, where was a camera when you needed one? (Not that any of them would be forgetting this moment anytime soon, but still.) He didn't think it could get anymore hilarious. But then, it did.

"It went to voice mail."

He thought they'd never notice! But it was worth the wait when he saw the look on Lisbon's face when she finally did. It was a mix of realization, anger and shock. Realization because now she knew that the whole food fight was just a distraction from the phone. Anger because she should have known better. And shock because she couldn't believe he'd actually start a mini war in her kitchen just to get his way. But then she smiled; of course he would. He's Jane. So, she had won the battle, but lost the war. There was always next time.

Soon, they were both smiling like idiots...until they saw the mess that needed to be cleaned up. He remembers what his mom used to say: "When a boy annoys a girl, that means he likes her." Nathan smiled at the memory, because if that was true, then Pat must be madly in love.

Jane and Lisbon were now standing in the middle of the kitchen...if it could still be called one, looking regretfully at their surroundings. They had to clean up sooner or later, but where to start was a whole other issue. Then they saw the pointed look Nathan was giving them and suddenly felt like kids caught with their hands in the preverbal cookie jar.

Crap. So much for setting an example. Was it totally horrible to admit she completely forgot Nathan was sitting there?

How was she suppose to know that when Jane looked at her with those stupid-ass eyes, everything else would just disappear? Well if he thinks i'm cleaning this mess up alone, he is seriously ill.

Despite her straight face (which was covered in syrup and whip creme by the way), Jane knew Lisbon was beating herself up about this on the inside. So what? She had a little fun. Nathan certainly didn't seem to mind. Actually, he hasn't seen Nathan laugh that hard in... ever. Neither has he, come to think of it. That was the most fun he's had since that special case they closed at the Biosystems Facility in Los Corrados. What a day that was. Making everyone think they were going to die, having a heart to heart with Lisbon, solving the case...getting punched in the nose. Yup... good times. He almost never got to see this side of her, and now that he has, he's addicted. It's a beautiful thing, and now she feels bad for it. Well, that was Lisbon for you.

He smiled at her, implying it wasn't a crime to let loose once in a while. And she smiled back, but only after she shot him a death glare. Which of course only made him smile even brighter.

Then he looked to Nathan, who was still patiently waiting for some sort of an explanation.

"...She started it."

Lisbon turned to him with raised brows, Seriously?

" Um, where you there when you smothered my face in syrup, or am i crazy?" She looked at Nathan to back her up.

He smiled. "She's right, you totally started it, Pat."

"Nu uh! She made fun of my tea!"

He watched as Nathan took this into consideration and looked back at Lisbon.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you're such an old lady sometimes."

He was not amused. Although he couldn't say the same for Nathan. His muffled laughter wasn't fooling anybody. What was it about a man and his tea that people couldn't seem to accept? Having no retort, he stuck out his tung.

"What are you, two? Don't stick you're tung out at me." She shook her head.

"Oh, i'm sorry, does it bother you?"

"Yes."

And of course, he did it again. Only this time it earned him a punch in the arm. A hard punch in the arm. Nathan sighed, here we go again.

"Hey!" His eyes narrowed, as he held his now injured arm. "What was that for?"

"Karma was taking too long."

He had to hide a smile. "Well, you hit like a girl."

She crossed her arms. " I am a girl. What's your excuse?"

His jaw dropped. And just as he was about to retort, Nathan interrupted.

"Um,Tess? The phone's ringing again."

Immediately she recognized the ringtone. It was Hightower again, and if she knew Madeline, which she did, she would keep calling her until she got an answer. Plus, it had to be important if she was calling on a Saturday. Given how hard Lisbon worked through the week, Hightower tried her best not to call in on weekends, unless it was absolutely necessary.

She gave Jane a warning look. Uh oh. She knew that face. So she made a run for it and grabbed the phone off of the counter before he could. No way was he going to win this time. But just as she was about to pick up, Jane came from behind her and took it from her hands. She turned around and looked up at him. They were only a foot apart.

"Jane, give me the phone." she said with a stern tone.

"I can't."

"But it could be important!" she pleaded, hand stretched out, trying to take it back.

He pulled away quickly out of her reach. "That's what i'm afraid of."

"Jane, please."

Damn. She was using the puppy dog pout. How was he suppose to say no now? It's just that he had planed out the perfect day today and he knew if she answered that call, she would have to go in, and the whole day would be shot. But he also knew how hard it was for her to ignore work like this. The fact of the matter was, if it wasn't for Lisbon, none of them would be here together right now, and he owed her one. Actually, he owed her a million and one. She did so much for him on a daily basis already. He had no place in telling her to miss work for him too. He sighed. Why did she have to be so amazing all the time?

"...Fine." He gave in... as if he had a choice. He flipped it open and raised it to his ear.

"Hel -" But he was cut off by Lisbon's hand raising to cover the speaker.

"Jane! What the hell do you think your doing? What will she think when she hears you answer instead of me?" she asked, in a fierce whisper.

Well...she had a point. So he turned to Nathan and gave it to him instead.

He looked skeptically at Jane. He seriously doubted it was for him, but..

Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer, don't answer

"Hello?"

Shit.

LOL. Nathan and Hightower's conversation is next, which should be interesting:) I tried to give a little more narration to the dialog, and i thought it made for a pretty good chapter. Anyways, i just wanted to say thank you for all of your reviews so far. They honestly make my day, you guys are awesome. So, you know, THANKS! :D But please keep it up! i really want to know what you think so far, and don't be afraid to be brutally honest. You know where to click :)