OK, so now the disclaimer that I probably should have done all along, I own nothing but Angel. All else is the domain of Bruno Heller and Showtime. Because if I wrote the show, it wouldn't be fit for cable. And yes, I will admit, the character of Angel is my little avatar in all this, and since I refuse to mess up my Jisbon and Johnny Depp as Angel's honey would be a bit too convenient, I improvised. If you are not a Borgia fan or have never heard of Francois Arnaud, I implore you to Google him. You'll thank me.
I will probably write the characters as somewhat less straight-laced than they really are on the show, so bear with. Thank you all for reading!
Chapter 9
The next morning was a study in controlled chaos, both of them so used to being the only one in a space trying to prepare for work that even with separate bathrooms, they tripped over each other constantly.
"What do you want to eat?" Lisbon asked as they passed in the hall.
"Skip it. I'll take my car and run get everyone something. Panera Bread good with you?" Jane replied.
"Mmmm, yes. Cinnamon crunch bagel and cinnamon cream cheese, please." Lisbon practically purred at the thought. At their next meeting, she threw an arm out, stopping his progress down the hall. He responded by picking her up high enough to kiss her thoroughly, then set her back on her feet. She grinned at him. "You plan to spoil me like this every day? Because there's no room in my budget for a new wardrobe."
"Only as much as you'll let me, and I believe we can find several creative ways to work off the extra calories, my dear." Jane paused and studied her critically. "You're wearing your hair differently today."
"I am." Lisbon pushed her hair back to reveal a large purpling mark on the right side of her neck. "You gave me a sucker bite. No sense starting off the week with a bunch of questions. I'm sure we'll have it all out in the open by lunch, anyway." She laughed.
"You think we'll make it that long? You have more faith than I do." Jane headed into the guest room and returned with his suit coat. "I'm going to head on and get food. See you soon." He kissed her again, backing her up until she was pinned against the wall and holding her in place with his hips. His tongue plundered her mouth for several seconds before he released her.
"God bless…you are NOT to do that to me at work, understand? I won't be worth anything." Lisbon tried to sound stern.
"Whatever you say, my dear. See you at the office."
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Lisbon grabbed the vibrating phone before it could go to voicemail. "Hello?!"
"T? Am I catching you at a bad time?" Angel sounded excited but concerned.
"Jelly! No, you're fine, I was afraid I'd miss the call. You home?"
"Yeah, just got in. Thanks for taking care of the place. Any problems?"
"No, I swam a few times and brought a friend over, but no problems."
"That's fine, you know that. How is Grace, anyway.?"
"She's fine, but it wasn't her. It was a…different friend." Lisbon could feel her face heating. Angel was never going to believe this. Or ever let her live it down.
"Oh? And who was this different friend? Anyone I know?"
"You'll never believe me."
"Try me."
"It's Jane. He and I, well, we…that is…" Angel's shriek cut her off.
"Ohmigod! I knew this was going to happen. Eeeek!" Lisbon held the phone away from her ear.
"OK, Karnak, how did you know, exactly?"
"All the times you talk about him, you get a look on your face. I knew you had it bad for him years ago. When do I get to meet him? I'll behave, I promise. You have to meet my guy, too. We should have a cookout or something. Invite the whole team to swim, it'll be fun."
"The team doesn't know."
"They don't know it's official, but I bet they suspect. As much as you glow when you talk about him, in person it's got to be something to see. Besides, if he finally cracked your shell, I want to meet him. I already know he's seen a side of you that not many do." Angel sounded so self-satisfied.
"And how can you say that without ever having seen him, or us together?" Lisbon retorted.
"Well, I think I better save that for when I return his swim trunks. Or the swim trunks I assume are his, anyway. Since you're the only other one with a key, they're either his or I have a trespassing skinny-dipper who knows how to pole-vault." Lisbon's responding guffaw brought Jane's inquiring face peeping around the door. Lisbon motioned him in.
"OK, I'll see if the team is up for it. This weekend?"
"Sure. We can get together and talk food and whatall this week sometime. I can't wait for you to meet my honey."
"Looking forward to it. What's his name?"
"Francois."
"Ooh, French?"
"French-Canadian."
"Even better. Talk to you soon, girl." Lisbon broke the connection and turned to Jane.
"We left trace in Angel's backyard." Jane raised an eyebrow in response.
"Trace?"
"Your trunks. Angel's home. She found them." Jane nodded.
"And the fact that you're not burning up the highway to go get them back means…?"
"That I don't care if Angel knows. She's so excited she'll probably kidnap you for questioning as soon as we get home tonight."
"Speaking of… are you ready for lunch?"
"Sure, what's everyone doing? Has anything dropped that's new?"
"Nah, same-old-same-old. Grace is tying up loose ends on the Dinsmore case, Cho cleared his desk and has his nose in a book, and Rigsby is staring at Grace. Business as usual. Last week was slow."
"Want to see if they want to join us?"
"Fine with me." Jane moved further into the office and closed the door. "First, come here."
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"Are you sure you don't mind waiting for the team? I promised Angel I'd come early and help her start the food."
"That's the third time you've asked me that, and the answer hasn't changed. Go help Angel before I throw you down and ravish you. That bathing suit does things to me."
"You just got done ravishing me." Lisbon retorted. "I tell you, your recovery time is the stuff of legend."
Jane laughed. "I'm taking that as a compliment."
She laughed along with him. "As was it meant, I assure you. Did Cho say who he was bringing?"
"He said her name was Amaris. That was all I got."
"Fair enough. I'm glad he has someone now. I was worried about him after Summer got married. How on Earth did those two ever even get together? It boggled the mind."
"It boggled the whole building. Remember how they got started?"
"Monty certainly does." Lisbon smiled at the memory. Monty, one of the security guards at CBI, had been on camera duty on the day in question, and has presented to Lisbon's office, out of breath and wearing what appeared to be a fair portion of his usual grande' Starbucks frappuccino.
"Agent Lisbon, ma'am." She had jumped up from behind her desk at the sight of him, thinking something was wrong, only to have him wave her off. "I'm fine."
"OK, I'll take your word for it, but what on Earth happened?" Lisbon had gestured to his drenched appearance.
"Well, ma'am, I think I better show you. How involved do you get in your team's personal lives?"
"Meaning?"
"Can I borrow your computer? I can show you better than I can tell you." Lisbon complied.
Monty sat at the desk and clicked a few times on the screen, bringing up a security feed of the inside of an elevator. He clicked a button and the screen played. Lisbon watched as Cho and the CI she knew now as Summer entered the cubicle. They conversed, she animatedly, Cho with short terse responses while never raising his head from the files in his grip. Just as Lisbon was about to ask Monty if this was going anywhere, Summer suddenly smacked the files out of Cho's hands, knocking them to the floor. Cho gave her a murderous look. Lisbon turned to Monty.
"I see why you're wearing your coffee now." Monty waved her back to the computer screen. She looked back just in time to see Summer launch herself into Cho's arms and lock her lips with his. Cho responded by supporting her weight and appeared to be kissing her back. Lisbon's jaw dropped. She looked back up at Monty, who nodded sagely.
"Wow."
"Yes, ma'am. I was as surprised as you are. This isn't like Agent Cho."
"No, it's not. Monty, let's just keep this quiet for now, OK?"
"Whatever you say, Agent Lisbon. Just thought you should know."
"Thank you. Um, do you have an extra shirt? I'm afraid people are going to ask questions."
Monty smiled. "Thank you ma'am, but my shift is up now. I'll head on out and change at home. If anyone asks, I'll just say I missed my mouth."
Lisbon laughed. "You do that. Thanks again."
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Jane sat on the couch, still laughing after Lisbon's retelling. "Poor Cho, he never did figure out why Monty always gave him a thumbs-up every time saw him after that."
"Well, I'll never tell. He's suffered enough. OK, headed over to Jelly's house. Just bring everyone over when they get here?"
"Will do. Get out of here, woman." Jane stood and pressed a brief kiss to her lips before spinning her around and smacking her behind.
Lisbon headed through Angel's gate and walked through her back door.
"Jelly?"
"Back here!" Angel's voice came from the kitchen. Lisbon followed the sound and found Angel, clad in a cobalt and turquoise striped bikini, slicing tomatoes while her sound system blared in the background. She dropped the knife and threw her arms around Lisbon, squealing as though she hadn't just seen her the day before.
"OK, OK! Turn me loose, Jelly!"
"I can't help it. I'm so glad for you! When is he coming?"
"He'll be over with the team and Cho's new woman when they get to my place. What can I do?"
Angel scooted the tray of condiments across the counter. "Carry these out to the table? Francois will grill when he gets here. He's bringing the burgers with him. Apparently, he knows a local butcher who hooked him up with some Angus beef at a steal."
"Nice. So, where did you meet this guy?" Lisbon headed out with the tray, Angel behind her with a tray of buns, lettuce, cheese, and the sliced tomatoes.
"On a flight about a year ago. He gave me his number and we've been seeing each other ever since, as much as we can. He's an actor, so his schedule is crazy too. Oh, T, he is so cute! I can't wait for you to meet him!"
"Well, if he's good enough for you, I'm sure I'll love him."
Just then, a familiar beat started from the radio, a song they both loved. Angel grabbed Lisbon's hand and pulled her out onto the pool deck, Lisbon spinning under her arm and then tugging Angel into a similar move.
Everybody get up.
Everybody get up.
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say,
If you can't read from the same page,
Maybe I'm going deaf, maybe I'm going blind,
Maybe I'm out of my mind.
Lisbon and Angel pranced around, waving their arms, then meeting in the middle, touching each other's shoulder and trailing their fingers down each other's arms, them grasping hands and twirling. They had learned the moves in an old Zumba class and found them perfect for this song when it came out.
They were unaware that they had an audience, however. The team had arrived at Lisbon's house and Jane was herding them through the gate just as the show had started. Jane, who wasn't used to seeing this side of Lisbon even with their new circumstances considered, felt his mouth go dry and his groin start to throb. Next to him, the team stared, all three jaws dropping, four if one counted Cho's new girlfriend.
The song carried on, with Lisbon and Angel none the wiser about the quartet who had arrived on the scene.
What do they make dreams for?
When you got them jeans on?
What do we need steam for?
Lisbon and Angel stopped and simultaneously pointed to each other, singing in unison…
You the hottest bitch in this place!
Now the team truly looked stunned. Jane grinned and leaned against the nearest fencepost. This was fun. The song segued into a rap-style exchange and the girls never missed a beat, back and forth, each taking a line.
One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you back that ass into
Yo, from Malibu, to Paraboo
Yeah, had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you
So hit me up when you passing through
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two…
About then, Lisbon caught sight of them and stopped dead in her tracks, Angel crashing into her and almost knocking her down. Lisbon blushed a deep red, but recovered and made the necessary introductions. Soon, everyone was in the pool or lounging with a drink in hand. Jane was sitting on the edge of the pool, feet dangling as he conversed with Rigsby, who wasn't even bothering to be discreet as he tweaked Grace's behind every time she swam past. Cho and Amaris shared a float, talking quietly as they spun lazily in the water.
Lisbon lay on a lounger next to Angel, strawberry daiquiri in hand as she sunned herself, talking animatedly to Angel as they waited for Francois to arrive with the burgers.
"So, the father bought the papacy, the brother slept with the sister, and the sister went through HOW many husbands? Angel was hanging on to every word.
"Two at the end, but I think she had more than that. That was as far as the series got before it was cancelled."
"Cancelled?"
"Yeah. Three lousy seasons and BAM! No warning. The network just shut it down. I was so mad, I could have cried. Jane had his hands full the night of the finale." Lisbon smiled. "Oh and the way it ended. You should come over and watch sometime. I still have most of them DVRed. The guy that played the brother, dear God. I could fantasize about him till Kingdom Come and be happy as a clam. Three seasons, dammit. Three lousy seasons."
A voice from behind them startled her into sitting straight up. "Well, we weren't too happy about it, either. But it's always nice to meet a fan."
Lisbon's shriek and the crash of her (plastic, thankfully) tumbler to the deck had Jane springing to his feet and the three agents grabbing for weapons that weren't there.
Lisbon gaped at the new arrival. His hair was shorter and he was wearing modern clothes, but…
"Cesare!" She could barely get the words out. Angel was cackling from her lounger.
He grinned and offered his hand. "Otherwise known as Francois Arnaud. You must be Teresa. Angel didn't do you justice. Nice to finally meet you."
Lisbon finally found her tongue. She shook the proffered hand and tried to speak sensibly. "Nice to meet you. Please excuse me while I go try to locate my dignity." His grin widened. Angel started to snort and Lisbon rounded on her. "You! How could you NOT tell me that Francois was THAT Francois?"
"How was I supposed to know you'd been drooling over him? You never mentioned the show until today! I just now put it together! Oh, T, that was priceless!"
"Hmph. What he must think of me." She watched as Francois ambled over to the pool and spoke to the team.
"He gets it a lot. I thought he might bring Holly with him, but she was tied up."
"Holly? Oh, her. Is the cast still pretty good friends?"
"Yes, I think so. When I visited him at his place a couple months back, Jeremy Irons came by. Very cool." Lisbon shook her head.
"Who knew? You, rubbing elbows with the stars. Hey, have you…" Angel cut her off.
"No, Starstruck, I haven't met Johnny yet, but I'll drag him home when I do. Although, from the look of things, your man probably would not take kindly to any more competition. He's been looking daggers at Francois since he got here."
Lisbon looked at Jane, finally catching his eye. She inclined her head towards the house and headed inside, Jane behind her. She made her way to Angel's library and entered. Before she could go further, she was spun and shoved against the shelves, her head connecting painfully and solidly as Jane pinned her.
"Ow! Dammit, Jane…" His mouth crashed down on hers, his hands moving to the ties on her bikini bottom and undoing them. The bottoms fell to the floor, followed by Jane's trunks. He jerked her legs up, wrapped her thighs around his waist, and impaled her on his rigid erection. Lisbon gasped. Jane pounded her, her back slamming against the shelves. She was powerless to do more than hold on and moan her pleasure.
It was over in no time, Jane roaring his satisfaction and burying his cock balls-deep in her as he filled her with his seed. He stood still momentarily, then unwrapped her legs and balanced her on her feet before pulling out. Tiny droplets of semen spattered to the dark hardwood floor and more trailed a lazy path down Lisbon's thighs. She looked at him askance, a bemused expression on her face.
"What was THAT about?"
"You have to ask? That man shows up and you go all squealy-schoolgirl and I'm supposed to be fine with it?"
Lisbon stepped over to where he stood, oblivious to the fact that they were both more or less naked in Angel's house. She cupped his cheek in her hand. "Why, Patrick Jane, I believe you're jealous."
He snorted. "I am not. Jealousy is a wasted emotion. I just…"
"Yes."
"I wanted to remind you who you belong to." Lisbon's eyes widened.
"Who I belong to?" She started to lay into him for his presumptuousness, but stopped at the look on his face. "Patrick, he's Jelly's boyfriend. He's an actor. He's gorgeous. He startled me. He's sweet, very sweet. And very, very taken. Just like I am. And if you ever do to me again what you just did, I'll…"
"You'll do what, woman?" Jane, over his jealous rage, had to grin at her response.
"I'll turn around and beg you to do it again." She laughed. "God, that was hot. And I'm a mess."
"Stay here, I'll go get a towel."
"No, come on. I'll splash off in the pool. We need to wipe the floor, though."
"You're not worried about the team seeing you?"
"If they look that closely at my thighs, well, I'll deal with that when I have to. We better go eat. I'm going to need my strength for later." She tied her bikini bottom back on.
Jane smacked her ass one final time before following her out of the library. "How right you are, woman. You don't even know."
I know, I know, not a lot of smut. We'll get there. Promise. I have more characters to work with, but I'm a Jisbon purist, so I'll leave it up to the fans. Stick with just them, or shall we let the others have some fun as well? Thanks for reading!
Song credit: "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke, T.I., and Pharrell