5 reviews, hurray! Alright, this is the next installment of the series! SEXYTIME ENSUES HERE BTW. How does Jane really feel about her? Well, if you're wondering why, then STOP READING ME! Go on, get! If you're still reading, STOP IT! OMG, no one LISTENS!

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"Pick a card, any card."

It was later in the day, past lunch but before the time counted as evening. Jane had laid out 9 cards, in a 3 x 3 square formation. A small smile traced his lips, the one reserved specially for his mind or card tricks, the cons. Rigsby pointed at one.

Jane nodded his head. "Pick it up, memorize it, and then put it back."

He did as he was told, memorizing the three of clubs, then placing it back to its' original spot. Jane smoothly gathered up the cards, straightening them by tapping their edges onto the desk. He held up the small stack, faces to Rigsby. He pointed at the queen of hearts. "Was this your card?"

Rigsby smiled. "No."

Jane held onto the deck and placed the card he showed Rigsby facedown onto the table, moving the next one in line to the back. He repeated the process two more times.

"Now, are you sure these were not your cards?"

Rigsby shook his head, grinning. "No, man. None of them were my cards."

He now had three cards on the table. He gathered them up to create one small stack. He held them between his forefinger and middle finger. Keeping his eyes on Rigsby the whole time, he waved his hand over the cards and quickly slapped his hand onto the deck, scattering two cards with one remaining in his hand; Rigby's' card.

The agent was astonished. "Wow, how did you do that, man?"

Jane shrugged, about to say something when Lisbon interrupted. "Basically, he counted cards and slipped what he knew was yours' onto the table, when you couldn't see the faces." She shrugged, secretly pleased with herself.

Jane narrowed his eyes at her for unveiling his con, while Rigsby smiled wider as he understood. Jane took the deck of cards and said, "Little miss perceptive, are we, hmm? Let's try one out on you."

They sat at the table again, Rigsby and Cho lingering by, van Pelt pretending to find water while instead listening. It took Jane to find all eight kings and queens from the deck before they could start. He set the larger deck aside and focused on the royalty. He spread them out for her to see every one of them.

"Now, without pointing or taking a card, I want you to memorize one of these cards I'm holding." She did so quickly, smiling knowingly at him. His eyes never left her face as he shuffled the cards a certain way, pulling out four and showing them to Lisbon. "Was your card one of these?"

"No."

He repeated the process and held up another four cards, one or two of the cards the same as before. "No."

He once again, lastly, shuffled them in his own special way before holding the last four up at her. She nodded. "Yes."

He smiled and put all the cards together, sorting them into two piles. He paused and explained everything. "Now, these cards are going to be my lie detector." Yes, like he needed one. He smiled wider, as if he could read her thoughts as well. "You may truthfully or untruthfully answer these questions as you like, but just remember, the cards are listening." She snorted and his smile grew dreamy, like before, while he was assorting the cards. She didn't want to admit to herself that she found it immensely appealing.

"Now, was your card a queen or a king?"

Lisbon played it cautious. "King."

He turned over one of the decks and, sure enough, it was one of the king cards. "Very good, Lisbon," Jane commented, as if she had aced a test. She rolled her eyes.

"Now, was the suit black or red?"

Lisbon decided to take the risk. "Black."

He sorted out the other, untouched pile of four cards into two piles, turning over one pile. It was a red queen. "Oh, Lisbon, that hurt. I thought you knew better then to lie to me."

She smiled, but was becoming more interested in the trick. She knew the outcome immediately after watching his moves. He slid over the top card from the last stack to the left, his hand touching the one closest to the red queen. His eyes were on her. "Now, was the suit diamonds…" His voice grew slightly quieter, one side of his mouth curving up into a crooked smile. "Or hearts?"

Lisbon swallowed, hoping she could fool him… or the cards. "Hearts."

He turned over the last card, which was, alas, a diamond. "You're killing me here, Lisbon. If all these facts are correct, that must mean your card was the…" He turned over the last card while she finished for him.

"The king of diamonds."

Her team clapped, making Lisbons' smile turn into a laugh. Jane grinned himself before sliding the cards back into the box.

"I have to say," Lisbon said, standing up. "I'll have to think a bit to understand that one."

"Meh," Jane said back with an unconcerned wave of his hand. "It's all counting. I just do what I'm told, and they work their own magic." He shrugged, getting bottled water from the refrigerator.

The team spread out a bit when they realized the fun's over, walking into the office, exploring the floor, anything, really. Lisbon got herself her own bottled water while studying Jane discretely.

He paused while taking a sip, his eyes trailing to the side, towards Lisbon. "Yes?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, just… thinking."

He angled his body toward hers. "About what?"

"Mostly about the trip."

She was obviously thinking about something else, but he didn't push further. He glanced back at her with a smirk. "All I can say is pack a swimsuit, there's a good pool at the lodge."

Lisbons' cheeks flushed involuntarily, which she cursed herself about. It was just a swimsuit, for goodness sake! But that would mean everyone in a swimsuit, her co-workers, even Jane. And herself. And Jane.

"Duly noted."

Then she walked away, back to her hideout, the office. Instead of sitting at her chair, she sat at the couch, like the night before. Her cheeks, for once, didn't flush at their close proximity. Nothing had happened really; just an innocent gestured of affection by letting her rest her head on his leg, nothing more. She leaned back her head onto the back of the cushion, sighing.

These incidents happened on occasion, and she was pretty sure Jane set them up for his own enjoyment. He would say something in the department that could be inappropriate or flirtatious. Either way, she never knew how to respond, thus making her body respond for her in a flush.

She could honestly say that she has never thought about Jane inappropriately. Unprofessionally, maybe, but definitely not in a way that would cause her to wake up in the morning beside him or her lips becoming swollen. It just wasn't who she is, if she liked someone… Usually it was hopeless, because her attitude scared men away and, frankly, her job meant more to her.

Walter had been the exception, only intrigued by her attraction, or should she say lack of, to him in the beginning. She wasn't going to be serious with a man-whore. She chuckled when she thought of him that way. But she couldn't admit to herself that that night had been a one-time thing; she liked to be cared for instead of the other way around, and that's what he could give her.

But she didn't like Jane; not in the way that would jeopardize her job, that is. She was attracted to him, yes, but many women were, so she wasn't at fault. No one was immune to his charm whenever he blasted it onto them helplessly. But she would never, for the sake of her well being, fall for Patrick Jane. It just wouldn't happen. He didn't like her that way, she was sure, just cared deeply for her, like she does him. She had her protectiveness left over for her brothers, and she would try to protect him, always. His words that he used often about how he wouldn't let her get hurt, his relief whenever she survived the bomb, becoming the hero instead; he probably cared for her more then she could think, given his past. She could understand how he couldn't get close to people, and she knew he was hiding things from her, but he got as close as he could manage, which warmed her heart.

"Lisbon."

She turned her head immediately, towards Jane. He was standing in the doorway, seeming a little out of breath. She furrowed her eyebrows and stood up, tilting her head.

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh… No," Jane said, uncertainly, shaking his head. "No, nothing's wrong."

"Then why-."

"Please, no questions," he said, louder then usual, closing his eyes. If she didn't know better, she would think he was angry with her. "I-I can't… No questions."

Lisbon acted calm. "OK, no more questions. Now tell me, what's going on."

He closed the door, the blinds already narrowed. He took a somewhat shaky step towards her. She immediately became even more concerned. "Jane, do you need to sit down?"

He shook his head, and a sudden confidence seemed to rush over him. A wild glint appeared in his eyes and, before she could understand what was going on, he rushed over to where she was standing and kissed her.

His lips were warm, slow, and powerful. They captured hers with a melting element that made her knees want to buckle. But they didn't, instead stood as straight as a board; eyes open wide, arms dangling weakly at her sides. Her thoughts were too jumbled to push him away, to even think about what was going on. She could only watch helplessly as he attacked her mouth at a slow rate while his lips morphed into hers' so immensely that she thought they were going to stick together.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other behind her neck. She still wouldn't move, and that seemed to make him a bit angry. He bowed her closer, heatedly, though he never closed his eyes. They watched hers', daringly, willing her to respond. She didn't, though, her lips tight; his tongue tried to protrude, but that was just a line he couldn't, -no, wouldn't-, cross. After a while, he started to let off.

When he pulled away, finally, he was breathing as hard as she was. His eyes were blue fire, a smoldering orb that crashed like a restless ocean. Her eyes were shocked, its' jade green hue the opposite of his; crackling dimly like a light bulb, airily cooling into a green, frozen lake. She was too stunned to think about what she was going to next, already knowing that he had caused her insomnia for the night.

For a split second, he touched his forehead to hers, the tips of his lips touching hers tauntingly, before he disappeared, the door swinging as his slightly flushed body made its way down the hall. She shakily glanced at the time. From the time she entered her office as an escape from Jane to the time he left, she had thought about whatever for an hour. The sun was lower in the sky, but nowhere near sunset. Her mind was already contemplating quickly on what just occurred.

Why did Jane always have to screw things up?

She wasn't even going to contemplate if she were still to go to Disney or not, she already knew the answer. Yes.

For mainly two reasons, actually. The first; she wouldn't let Jane think she runs away from things. He already knew she didn't, so if she started now, she would seem weak, which would be avoided at all costs. Secondly, she always wanted to go. When she was younger, her brothers and her researched all about it, even made all the money for the cost themselves. Her father wasted it all away in one day, which had scarred her for life. Literally, when he was finished. It was a bit of a sore subject for her, which was also true in literal sense. She chose to sit back on the couch, head in hands, deep in thought.

Yes, she would go. It wasn't necessarily true that he would kiss her again, to be honest. Not that she disliked him, it was just… He was Jane. Jane avoided physical contact, maybe a hug or a touch every now and then, sometimes a kiss on the cheek. What just happened was unbelievable, and she really didn't know how to deal with it.

She wasn't very good with a poker face, at least around the team, that is. So she chose to stay in her office until closing time, and Jane seemed to oblige. She heard him talk with the team, and laugh, while she pretended to do something on the computer. The door was still open, where Jane had left it. The team never shot a strange look to her office, look for her; they were too busy entertaining themselves. She took comfort in the fact.

It soon grew dark outside, and before she knew it, she was one of the last people left in the office. She had been dozing, cheeks flushed, eyes lazily stuck onto her computers' screensaver. It felt nice not to think about anything, to forget about Jane for a while. She wouldn't have time to do that for the next week or so.

Tiredly, she gathered her things and made her way to her car. Her nerves were still jumpy from the kiss, her legs still weak from the pure willpower she used to keep them from collapsing. Her lips weren't swollen; she hadn't reacted back to him, didn't let him win, in a strange sort of way. She started the ignition and backed up, exiting through the gate and zooming off to her apartment.

She stopped at a red light and glanced at her rearview mirror as she waited. A blue Citroen sat behind her, the engine revving a bit when she caught eyes with the driver. She narrowed her eyes at Jane, mouthing 'No'.

'Yes'. His grin was more like a 'You can't stop me' then an 'I kissed you today, so I'm going to do it again.' She didn't want to take the risk, though. He was smileier then before, definitely not serious as he initiated a chase-down. He was so irritatingly unpredictable.

Lisbon zoomed off when the light turned green, going straight rather then turning. She made a series of turns; right, right, left, u-turn, straight, and finally a right again, which is roughly around where she started. He was stuck to the back of her car like glue.

"Dammit," she moaned, clenching the steering wheel. After avoiding him all day, she counted on actually getting sleep tonight. He seemed to have other plans, to make himself known once more. She pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned school, tensely waiting in her car, doors locked. Moments later he knocked on her window, clasping his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels with a tight smile. She rolled down her window.

"May I help you?"

"Eh… Yes," he said nervously, shining his best blue eyes on her that usually makes her want to hug him like a sad puppy. "May I join you?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, contemplating on what to do. On one note, she could stomp on the gas pedal and leave him in the dust. On the other hand… He looked so damn fragile, like he would break if she zoomed off. She gave up and motioned to the passenger seat, unlocking the doors.

He immediately brightened up, very happy on getting what he wanted, like on most occasions. "Thank you."

He walked around the car, adding a beat in Lisbons' heart every time he took a step. She hated the effect he had on her whenever he tried to, or not tried to, like in this matter. He swiftly slid through the door, not meeting her gaze while he took his time to click on his seatbelt.

Lisbon raised an eyebrow, phasing normality. "Going somewhere?"

"Ah, how about the diner?" He had a hesitant feel around him, like he was afraid she would reject him. His calculating eyes watched her eyes, her mouth, and her rigid body language.

She shrugged. "Sure."

She pulled out of the parking lot, while Jane fiddled with the radio so a quiet tune played. The sat in a metaphorical silence for a while, Jane finding it awkward and Lisbon finding it peaceful. He looked at her expectantly.

"How did you manage to fit a giant elephant into the car?" Jane asked, amused.

Lisbons' grip tightened on the steering wheel. "How else should I act?" Her glare was aimed at whatever poor car happened to be on the road in front of her, away from Janes' stare.

He paused. "Well, I suppose this way is… easier for you." She heard the crinkle of his clothes has he used slight movements of his hand to get the point across. "Talking to me would cause an unnecessary debate that you don't have the quick mind for, not at this hour."

She could practically hear him smirk. "I should kiss you more often, Lisbon. Now I don't have to listen to your useless arguments." His finger traced her jaw gently. "No offense, of course. I find how you think you can win against me very… cute."

She blushed, but not before she rubbed her jawbone against her shoulder, making him pull his hand back. "Do that again, and I shoot you!"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright." He paused for a moment, than seemed to open the glove box, pushing pass papers thoughtfully. "I know you have at least 3 guns in the car," he said, sending her a disapproving look. "You aren't one to hide things in the obvious places, you're much too smart." He pondered around her backseat, as far as his seatbelt-restrained arm let him. "I'm always up for a good scavenger hunt, any hints?"

She smiled innocently. "Don't shift in your seat too much, I don't remember ever putting the safety on."

That shut him up for the rest of the trip.

XX

The diner was near empty, the trademark flickering, neon sign greeting them as they entered. Jane loved this place for their eggs, how well they were cooked. He claimed they judged how well the rest of the food was, and Lisbon was far from not believing him. It's kind of why they hired him.

Lisbon narrowed her eyes at Jane, not the first time she wondered if he could read her mind. 'Not to judge eggs,' she thought, somewhat embarrassed that she actually thought a statement. 'To judge people.'

He slid her eyes to her, smiling knowingly. Or, at least, her paranoid mind found it knowingly. She shivered.

"Cold?" He asked, leading her to an empty booth.

She shook her head, though the air conditioner was turned up for summer in the enclosed diner. And she had taken off her jacket immediately when she felt the dry heat before getting in her car.

He didn't seem to believe her, starting to shrug off his jacket as she slid into the booth. She shook her head. "No, Jane, I'll be fine."

Jane quirked a smile with an eyebrow raised, though it held a suggestive air. "If you don't want the fabric, I could always heat you up."

"Toss me the damn jacket."

His face just spelled 'know it all', with his stupid keen eyes and stupid amused hint of a smile. He gave her the jacket before sitting across from her, watching her put it across her shoulders, his long sleeves dangling beside her. It made her shoulders seem so broad, like his. Lisbons' face showed her discomfort, but it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy it; it was immensely entertaining to watch her squirm under his stare.

They already knew what they wanted; being here a few times, they quickly chose favorites. He chose the simply things, like toast and eggs, ordering their signature raspberry tea along with hash browns. Lisbon was all meat, having bacon, sausage, and ham, along with coffee. It all basically gave her the strength she needed, and had, for that matter.

The waitress, a 20-year-old daddies girl with black ringlets, came to the booth. She had the trademark beauty mark, slim waist and accent of a diner diva, and seemed very interested in Jane, never appearing to look at Lisbon once for that matter. It sent a surge of something into her stomach that made her confused, her hands clenching beneath the jacket. "May I take your order?"

He soaked up the attention, growing a large smile. "Yes, I would like to have a raspberry tea, milk in first. My dear friend here would like a decaf coffee, with a side of cream." He knew her well.

The waitress batted her eyelashes flirtatiously, biting her lip as she wrote down their order. "Coming right up."

"Thank you," Jane said meaningfully, catching her stare. The woman's cheeks flushed, but she quickly recovered and walked away suggestively, swinging her hips. Lisbon tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "Does that ever get tiring?"

"Hmm?" Jane hummed in question, looking up innocently from his menu. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Turning women into a puddle with one look."

"You seem to know the feeling in detail," Jane commented, clasping his hands together on the table. "Is that the effect I have on you?"

She swallowed uncertainly, her words shaky as she avoided his gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Are you sure?" His eyes burned her lids.

"Absolutely."

"No."

Her questioning mixed with angry eyes found his. "You can't-."

"You misunderstood," Jane said quickly, his voice unnaturally smooth like velvet, his head slowly shaking. "I mean that it never gets tiring, being able to 'melt women into a puddle', as you so distinctly put it." She sent him a glare, which he chuckled lowly at. Then he shrugged. "I've always had a charm, I learned about it when I was 16 and it threw over the audience instantly." Lisbon instantly knew what he was talking about. The carnival he worked at as a child.

He didn't go further onto the topic. He never talked about his past, for obvious reasons, and she didn't probe him. He was looking down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs and puckering his lips for a split second every now and then, as if to say 'oh well'. She brushed her hand against his, only for a moment so he wouldn't get the wrong idea. His hand whipped out and grasped hers' before she could pull away, his eyes shining mischievously. Lisbon gulped.

He was bringing her hand up to his face when he suddenly released, dropping her hand like it were burning. She found that this strange feeling arose once more, in the pit of her heart when she learned he did so for the sake of the waitress. Not that she wanted him to repeat his actions, of course.

The woman set the drinks down slowly, bending over so he could get a good look at her cleavage. He seemed oblivious to them, though his face did moisten up a bit, which Lisbon stifled a chuckle at. He was obviously not used to women being as forward to him as he was to them, and Lisbon was glad he got a taste of his own medicine.

"What would like to eat?" She asked seductively, pen and pad in hand.

He paused nervously for a moment, glancing at the menu. Finally, he sighed and slapped it down. "Miss, usually I'm a gentleman, but you need to resolve these issues with your mother before you have sex with all the men in the state of California."

Lisbon gasped quietly, while the woman mechanically straightened up, immediately furious. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Jane said in a rebuttal, shifting so he could fully meet her eyes. "I'm guessing your father walked out of the picture… No, a divorce, not a hit-and-run." He seemed to be dead on, by the looks of it. Lisbons' foot tapped on his' in a warning. He didn't falter. "You decided it was her fault, being the rough and tough 'princess' your daddy makes you out to be, while being the trademark roll-around girl on the side." He gave her his 'I-know-I'm-right' smile.

"H-How do you know all of this," The woman sputtered, flustered.

"That's enough, Jane," Lisbon hissed through her teeth, as if to pull him out of his observing trance. He obliged and, with a more positive air for all three, shrugged. "I know people. Make amends with your mother; she'll live longer then you're father will." He looked closer, his eyes brightening up. "You know it, too."

The woman paused, dazed for a moment. Lisbon was expecting him to earn a slap to the face, but it turned out as to her enthusiastically hugging Jane. "Thank you," she whispered, before stiffly standing up once more. She wasn't too smart, Lisbon mused, as to being won over by only a taste of the Jane experience. Though it was still nice of the jackass to do such an honestly good thing. The woman's' words now held a warmer air, to both of them. "Sorry for before. Now, what do y'all want to eat?"

Jane grinned widely, while Lisbon smiled also, shocked. They ordered and put the menus back onto the rack on their table. Then Lisbon turned her smile onto Jane. He was sipping at his tea. His found her observing him, and he expectantly jerked his head a bit, a small question.

She shook her head. "Just… That was a real nice thing you did."

He wasn't far from laughing out loud. "I do that all the time, and even you thought it was going to become painful for me like it usually is." His foot tapped hers' lightly, a reminder. "Things rarely turn out as good as they do now, at least for the person themselves, anyway."

"Oh, shut up. You did something nice purposely and you know it."

He became sheepish, looking down with a small smile. "Yes, I suppose I did."

She chuckled at how he acted, knowing that he was faking it. No, Patrick Jane never got sheepish, he got arrogant. This was just another way of proving his achievement, in a way that made him look cute and wonderful to others, but more annoying to her. It was amazing what techniques his mind could conjure up, in ways that made him look even better then his true intentions.

"I need to get to the, ah, point here."

Her eyes snapped away from the car she was looking at outside the window to him. She raised an eyebrow. "And what is that?"

He was slowly drumming his fingers onto the table, staring at them quietly. "You think I'm afraid of commitment from my late wife." His eyes met hers with the smoldering passion he had from before, in her office. "That could be half right, with other women, that is. No one could love my faults, how I could irritate the hell out of someone, how I knew how to make people tick at an astounding rate." Lisbon was too frozen to nod alongside what he listed, to shut him up, to do anything really. "I've figured out what type of man I can be, and if you refuse me, I'll be forced to… wake him up." He didn't seem nervous or truly shy, but amused. She was as confused as hell, mostly because she didn't know why she was.

"So…" Jane started, grabbing her hand with a nonchalant tone. "Do you love me?"

She tensed up, and he could feel it in his grasp. She didn't seem to have the strength to pull it away, her body shivering. "No."

In a way, he seemed… pleased. She already knew that her rejection was to be expected and his ultimate plan was built around it. "Alright then."

He dropped her hand and, right when she thought she was free, he caught her gaze with an iron hold. "Starting tomorrow, by the end of our trip, you will fall in love with me." He sounded as if he were commenting on the weather; a misguided yet carefully intended air of unimportance clouding his words. "Both physically and emotionally you will be a confused mess, by which everything will fall into place." His strategic tone was unnerving. Her eyes were wide, quite the opposite from her clenched fists.

If she were to survive this trip, she needed more then just back up.

She needed the whole damn FBI.

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