Snowing? Seriously

Snowing. It was seriously snowing. The sky was literally clouded with the frozen tears of the devil. Every time you took a step outside your shoulders were caked in what looked like, a serious case of dandruff. Patrick Jane hated snow, it appeared in it's angelic form of pure white with its soft texture but when the tables turned and it really came down, you would find yourself stuck on the motorway with a vicious soccer mom pounding your eardrums with her horn while the snow fell down in all its seemingly innocence.

Rigsby had came bundling into the building like a Bambi-fied giraffe; terribly un-graceful, clapping his hands and his head covered in a motherly knitted bobble hat. Cho had refused to participate in snow fun until Rigsby had pulled him into the elevator by his wheeled office chair and practically bribed him with his next paycheck to 'come play'.

Van Pelt found the whole thing festive, and had to be reminded by Jane that drunk Santa's and snowy Decembers were festive, however snow ploughs in February were not.

Lisbon was another story, appearing in the doorway like a disheartened tinker bell, and wafting her Rudolph decorated coffee mug in the air like a traffic controller, asking god if the dawn of the new age was coming.

Jane stood and sauntered to the window, hoping to catch whatever Rigsby had roped Cho into and found that Cho had locked him in a hand built igloo, and was looking very pleased with his efforts as Rigsby's shaking cries were heard from within it's icy walls. Chuckling to himself Jane's thoughts drifted back to little Miss Christmas who was currently either choking the copy boy with leftover tinsel or burning down an orphanage.

Rigsby had escaped from the igloo and had attempted to make his way up to the office, begging Cho to grab a hair dryer and met away his icy second skin.

Van Pelt was looking seductively at Rigsby almost like his likeness to a frozen woodland creature turned her on, and for a moment Jane almost worried for Lisbon's sanity if she came out to find Van Pelt tearing off Rigsby's clothes and yelling like she was Tarzan.

It had seemed like last months rainstorm had been forgotten, again, and Jane couldn't help but wonder how many times he and Lisbon would keep doing this. Would it take a hurricane for her to finally admit how she felt about him, because if the pattern of weather was right, maybe his look was in with all this snow, but glancing through the blinds into her office, it didn't look likely. Lisbon was on the verge of pulling off her earlobes and Jane didn't have a clue why.

"Lisbon?" He walked in uninvited to her office, spotting that she hadn't even noticed his presence and was staring wildly into space like she was expecting the next ice age to come round the corner, a woolly mammoth ahead of the parade.

"Lisbon" Her attention was still not focused on him, and Jane wondered whether he'd have to do a 3 piece suited strip tease to own her attention. He walked around the table and grasped Lisbon's shoulders with his hands feeling very pleased with himself as he brought her from the chair. Shaking her a couple of times he took a finger and guided with her chin, her face to look directly into his.

"Lisbon"

"Huh"

"There you are" She looked lost.

"You okay, you don't seem yourself" She batted away his hands from her upper arms and frowned distancing herself from him.

"I'm fine Jane, snows making me a little cold that's all"

He raised his eyebrows in a suggestive tone "We could remedy that, all I'd need is your clothes, my clothes, a jar of honey and an empty closet"

She arched an eyebrow "Anything else?" He brought a finger to his chin looking almost deep in thought.

"A circus midget but we could manage without if it was entirely necessary"

"I think I threw up a little bit just then" Her hand went instinctively to her throat

He waggled his eyebrows "sexy"

"Urrrrggh! You drive me crazy"

"Sexy crazy?" She looked at him in disgust, but he couldn't ignore the small smile playing on her lips as she fought to remain serious.

"I can't understand how your mind works"

"In mysterious ways Lisbon. Mysterious ways." He took his usual seat in front of the desk and she mirrored the action.

"What's with all the snow themed angst?" Lisbon's frown deepened and Jane couldn't help but find it thoroughly attractive.

"My mom. The roads, they were icy when she had her, accident. I know, I know it was the driver wasted on gin that killed her but I sometimes just can't help but picture all these different scenarios like, if it wasn't icy that day she might have been driving quicker and have missed the guy all together."

"Sweet Lisbon. You can't remedy all the worlds problems and you can't turn back time, believe me if that were possible i'd be the first one to attempt it." she looked sympathetically at him "but you have to stop. Stop trying to find ways to blame yourself. Believe me, I know" He stood from his chair and walked around the desk, taking a now watery eyed Lisbon into his arms and softening her hair therapeutically.

"So just a hug this time eh? Wow, I thought snow would double my chan-" She punched him hard in the side, winding him and cutting off the rest of his sentence.

"Guess not" his voice came out in a raspy, breathless whisper, but the soft giggles of Lisbon tangled in his arms was just enough to make him forget that maybe not even an ice age could bring them together, but who knew. The weathers always around, and it's always surprising.

Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait for an update it took me a couple of weeks to piece this one together. It isn't my strongest piece of writing and compared to the other chapters of this fic that ive pre-written it's not the best but I uploaded this one first as a homage to the recent snow storms in Britain. It's been pretty fun and I wanted to put a little of that across but also make this chapter a step closer between Lisbon and Jane :) so now i've made some progress with them, you shall be getting plenty more weather fun in the next chapter. Tehe.

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Charlie (: