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Jane sank into the couch as he watched Lisbon leave. There's your answer, he told himself. She just said no. He unwound the scarf from around his neck. It was the only remaining detail of his fake persona; the only reminder of his "home" with Lisbon. He tossed it to the other side of the couch and sat deep in thought. A few minutes later he pasted on a smile and made his way to the break room, where there seemed to be some kind of celebration going on.

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The case closed pizza-party had lasted for over an hour. Everyone gleefully went over the detailed con they had pulled. Everyone except Lisbon. And Pike.

"We should solve cases like that more often!" Wiley had exclaimed with a laugh.

"Nah." Cho responded. "I've been through enough of Jane's elaborate plans to know that you do not want that to be a regular thing."

Jane huffed and put on a mock look of offense.

"You know you missed me, Cho."

Cho had smirked and headed back for another piece of pizza.

Now the offices were dark and everyone had gone home. Only Jane was left, pacing through the maze of desks, occasionally looking out the window. Just another sleepless night.

The ding of the elevator rang out through the quiet room, startling him out of his thoughts. He jumped and sank back into the shadows next to his couch, watching.

Lisbon. He held his breath, waiting to see if anyone was with her. Nope.

He waited for her to get closer before coughing lightly, trying to gently make his presence known.

Lisbon jumped violently and grabbed for her holster as he stepped into the light. "JANE!" she yelled, putting a hand on her heart. She sank into the nearest chair available and he chuckled softly.

"Sorry. There was really no way around that without giving you a heart-attack."

"You're lucky you didn't get shot." She sat for a minute, waiting for her racing heart to calm down.

Jane didn't move from his spot by the couch. He was silent, staring at her curiously. The room was still dark and the light of the moon cast dramatic shadows across his face. His eyes were shadowed, his lips and cheekbones emphasized. He seemed to be silhouetted in liquid silver.

Lisbon's heart began to race as they continued to hold each other's gaze. She finally stood and walked over to her desk; her back to him.

"I left my phone here," She said apprehensively. "And I thought I might… do some paperwork…or something."

Silence.

She grabbed her phone and rifled through the top drawer of her desk. There were few footsteps behind her and then nothing. What is he doing? Lisbon wondered.

She gasped as Jane slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and clasped them in front of her. He laid his head on the back of her shoulder, pulling her in close. She felt his stubble on the bare skin of her neck, his strong arms holding on for dear life.

"Jane…" she whispered. He turned his head and lightly kissed her neck, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down her spine. She relaxed into him, her back leaning against his chest, her arm resting on one of his own. She could feel the steady beat of his heart. He held her closer, lips pressed against the base of her neck.

What seemed like an eternity later, he drew back and grabbed her waist. In one smooth movement, he spun her so that she was facing him. He was close. Too close. Her whole body was paralyzed; her mind clouded over. She tried to look anywhere but his excruciating gaze.

"I thought you were going to wait for an answer." She said softly.

Jane took her chin and gently lifted her face towards his.

"I did." He whispered. "You said no. Now it's my turn to prove that you made the wrong choice."

Her breath caught. "I didn't say no! I never said anything."

His mask came off and she watched his eyes cloud over with sadness.

"I know. Actions speak louder than words, Teresa."

"It wasn't like that. I mean…Marcus just..." She stopped, realizing what that small dinner with Marcus Pike must have looked like to Jane. She realized what it had apparently told him about how she felt. What did she feel? The rage and terror of all this uncertainty bubbled up within her. Lisbon slammed her fist against his chest, and Jane quickly took a step back, hands in the air.

Tears filled her eyes and she tried to hold back a sob.

"I never said you needed to wait for me! I never said I loved you back! I never said anything! I waited for you for eleven years, Patrick Jane. I waited until there was nothing left inside me that could wait anymore. You never gave me any indication that you would ever love me back. Not like this." The dam broke and tears spilled onto her cheeks.

"See, there's the problem, Teresa." He said in his infuriating know-it-all tone.

"You love me." His thumb gently brushed at her tears; his palm resting on her cheek. "We might as well start telling each other the truth."

"Yeah Right, Jane!" she replied, her voice bitter as she pushed him away. "Because telling the truth has always been the way we do things."

"Exactly." He countered, taking a seat on his couch.

He turned on the lamp behind him, the warm glow illuminating his golden hair and beard.

She sighed.

"I think we can both admit that we've been in love with each other for years now."

She raised an eye brow and crossed her arms.

"Oh, really?"

He smiled inside. How typically Lisbon; she had to argue with everything.

"Yes. Really."