Wet? Of course

Jesus Christ it was raining. If Jane didn't have more sense he would have expected Noah's ark to sail around the corner. Jane choked back a laugh as he let his imagination stretch far enough to see a bearded man upon an ark, stuck at a red light muttering about 'God Damn traffic'. He regained his composure again and looked around him. They were stuck, the precious SUV had broken down and it was raining so much he could barely see.

Van Pelt had took one step outside the car before her incessant whimpering started and Jane had practically forced her back inside the car with a well placed foot and quick reflexes, due to irritation. The others, including himself had decided to stay outside, and Jane had to admit he felt pretty brave, all he had to do was stick his chest out and he was pretty sure his bravery was on par with William Wallace.

His eyes caught Rigsby, he had tied his shirt tie over his eyes to stop the rain from getting in them complaining that he could catch glaucoma, Jane hadn't bothered to tell him that he less chance of catching It by stapling his eyes, but he had come to enjoy Rigsby looking like a psychotic dad with the personality of a five year old and almost wanted him to pull out a hat place it on the floor and start strumming an air guitar. But, beggars can't be choosers.

Cho's face was streaming, and his scowl wasn't exactly subtle, every now and then he'd tap his foot, look at Lisbon, then the SUV and shake his little head. Even to the point where Lisbon threw down her jacket opened her arms and said "What do you want me to do Cho, build a canoe out of imaginary driftwood and sail us back to civilisation" Jane had found this pretty funny. His vision caught Cho again, his eyes looked red and puffy and the rain drops streaming his face made him look like a heartbroken Disney Princess.

Van Pelt's face was now pressed against the window, looking sympathetically out, her sympathy didn't stretch far enough to come join them in the rain, but according to her, she didn't like wet things. They way she had said it was like describing a flannel but Jane had refrained from commenting.

His mind drifted back to Lisbon again, like her imaginary canoe, and he turned to see her screaming down the phone again, probably forcing whoever the poor soul she was talking to, into a nervous breakdown. He had remembered what she had said when they decided to get out of the car and hitch-hike.

"But Boss, it's raining Cats and dog's"

"Yeah Rigsby, small animals are often thrown from the sky. Do you remember last time, when that tabby hit the windshield. Murder it was." Jane laughed but a stern glance from Rigsby forced him to look elsewhere, still laughing though.

"Come on Lisbon, no one wants to stand in the rain. It doesn't even look like rain anymore, more like a sheet of depression clouding Sacramento."

"The poetry of your words impresses me Jane, but were still getting out of the car. Cheer up guys the rains kinda peaceful"

Jane smiled at the memory of 6 minutes previous, the image of Lisbon now, kicking weeds like a crazed tramp with a plant phobia, wasn't peaceful. Ahh, he did love it when the woman was wrong.

The tow truck arrived 15 minutes later, Cho had spent 10 minutes peeling Rigsby's tie from his face threatening that one of his eyebrows was sure to come off in the process. No such luck. Van Pelt was smiling and bone dry. Lisbon was in her office, probably strapped to her radiator trying to dry her shrunken shirt. And Jane, well he had taken his vest off which was a very large mistake, see the part of his shirt that was covered by his waistcoat was dry, yet the other parts wasn't. So Jane, now looked like he had two very large sweat patches on the side of his shirt.

Jane was now bored, he had been warned not to sit on his sofa because leather and rain apparently didn't mix well, so Jane did was he usually did. He headed for one Teresa Lisbon's office.

Walking in, he found her stood in the middle of her office, arms out and spinning them like a very bad yoga instructor, or some mysterious bishop. She stopped when he walked in, her hair was drenched, curling at the bottom and tussled at the top. Her face was stuck in a pout and her eyes looked bright.

"I'm Wet"

"Well I have been known to have that effect on women" Lisbon's mouth curled into a scowl and she headed back around her desk.

"Urggh, you disgust me sometimes."

"I've been known to have that effect on women also." She tried to stop a smile but it was already out.

"Ahhhh" he pointed at her smiling "i made you smile" he said in sing-song voice that could have rivalled Barney.

"It seems so yes" Jane sat in the chair opposite her bobbing his head to non-existent music.

"You know what Lisbon, I've been quite curious. It seems that, in the past month there have been two incidents, that you have failed to mention. So, if I'm going to have to suffer in silence because your too embarrassed to bring them up. Then I'm going to leave now" Lisbon stood up pulling her eyebrows into a cute little frown that made Jane stop halfway to the door.

"Fine. But take this with you." She walked around the desk hesitantly the cute frown still in place. Standing in front of him she put her hands gently across his shoulders, stepping on her tiptoes, Jane made sure to keep her steady by putting his hand flat to the small of her back. She kept eye contact, and Jane bowed his eyes slightly as their lips met. They stayed glued for all of 5 seconds before their mouths started moving in slow, passionate sync. A wet tendril of hair began to drip on Jane's shoulder and he couldn't help but smile beneath her lips. Why was it always the weather with them? And this time, would they talk about?

HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been so long but the good news is, Ive written 5 follow ups to publish in due course if this one gets more than 10 reviews :D. I have gooood news, ive gotten into college, John Leggott college which is in the 20% of top schools in Britain. Can I get a 'woop woop'

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Charlie