Okay, I see 10 reviews! And HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2012! Anywho, this chapter is... I can't really review my own chapters without calling them a piece of crap. Epcot starts in the same day as 'today' in the story, but is really in Chapter 5. I must warn you; For the sake of not having a story with 100+ chapters, I'll put all the theme parks into ONE chapter, each. Unless something important happens, which (I'm only saying this to keep you reading hopefully!) WILL happen at Hollywood Studios. Which will be either Chapter 7, Chapter 8, or Chapter 9. Most likely Chapter 8. Well, whatever happens, here is Chapter 3!

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Lisbon groaned, refusing to open her eyes. It was morning, but it wasn't just any morning. It was the morning after the worse day of her life, the day Patrick Jane became an even bigger nuisance then before. She rolled her head, away from the crown of a sunrise glowing through her window.

Last night, after that… incident, she hadn't really gained much of an appetite. Jane only watched her expectantly with a smile as he ate. She had taken off his jacket, threw it in his face, and refused to take a sip of coffee. And he regarded the whole thing with humor. Damn him.

Afterwards, she was tempted to leave his ass at the diner. But, since she was a 'law enforcement official', that would be frowned upon, and she was supposed to be the role model here. She was even more tempted to floor it after he told her said statement. But she grudgingly unlocked the doors and drove him back to the parking lot, to his car. He waved good-bye and got into his vehicle, by which she waited until he left before leaving herself.

He didn't touch her for the rest of the night. He didn't look at her with an intensity that, to be honest, scared her a little. He didn't talk seductively; maybe flirtatiously, yes, but that was what their usual banter was made up of. Really, after his announcement, he acted like his usual self.

Gah, she internally groaned. What he said. A badge can't help me now.

She had been restless the night before, with all of her worrying. Her hair was soft yet tangled, her hands stretched up above her, brushing the bedpost. The night had been hot; instead of an oversized jersey, she wore a tank top and some clothe shorts. She figured, the tighter it was, the less body heat could counter-attack her. Her feet were tangled with the covers she had kicked, and her comforter was already off the bed. There was only so much a fan could do.

"Good morning."

An irritatingly familiar, amused voice tickled her spine, and she felt someone pull her back to his chest, his chiseled teeth gently nibbling on her ear. Her muscles flexed at the intruder, a hiss whispering angrily through her teeth.

Without warning she elbowed him in the stomach, rolled out of bed and fumbled for the gun under her mattress. She finally came to her senses and realized whom it was.

She aimed it at Jane on instinct. "What… the hell… are you doing… in my bed?"

His face was curled into a painful wince, his hand grasping his side. It wasn't broken, because he wasn't in enough pain to restrain from saying: "Most people would ask what I'm doing in their house, you violent woman! Now, would you please stop waving that gun around?"

She slowly set her weapon down on the nightstand, and then realized what she was wearing. Her cheeks betrayed her and she swiftly turned around.

Jane wasn't far from growling, mostly from pain. "Oh please, Lisbon, I've been watching you sleep for the past two hours. No need to be sheepish."

She gasped, turning around instantly. "You've been watching me sleep? Are you insane?"

"Yes," He answered without hesitation, wincing as he sat up. He took off his jacket and vest off, unbuttoning his dress shirt. It was apparently taking too long, so he just threw it over his head and walked towards Lisbons' bathroom. To think, he had the nerve!

He studied his side in reflection, the skin covering the rib red and darkening by the second. He turned to Lisbon, his voice an angry murmur. "You're going to be the death of me one day, you know."

Lisbon was going to reply angrily, but her eyes were briefly trapped upon his naked torso. It was like it wasn't laid out correctly, not proportional in a way, but definitely not unattractive. His shoulders and chest were defined, bold. They were the broadest part of him, though you couldn't fully see his muscles, it was obvious they were there. His stomach was hard, also, but he didn't have any abs. Just a slim block of muscle, his ribs slightly seen, which was why he was probably more sensitive then others in that area. He didn't have much hair on his chest, if any, his collarbone deeper then she's seen. It didn't seem as though he had any fat on him, and Lisbon had to admit he looked handsome, his shoulders curved and wider then she had originally thought. Not that she's ever thought of him shirtless, of course not.

Jane raised a brow at her, a hand covering his hurt rib. He switched to the opposite of a person in pain in an instant. "Are you going to keep staring at my chest, or help me?"

Lisbon was a bit pleased that he seemed slightly nervous when he spoke, but she crossed her arms angrily anyway. "You don't deserve any help, you… you dumbass!" She walked up to him and jabbed a finger at his, -firm, she might add- chest. "You had no right to enter my house, or climb into my bed, for that matter."

"I was being a concerned citizen, showing you how easy a lock can be picked," he bantered back stubbornly. "Also, I didn't climb into your bed. I simply laid on top of the covers, which your feet profusely hated, for that matter." His eyes suddenly dimmed down a bit, watching her fume with a ghost of a smile. "I had every right to arrive uninvited, you are mine, remember?"

"Oh, really?" She asked sarcastically, nodding as if she understood. "I don't remember agreeing to this arrangement."

He shrugged. "Oh, you know, just think of yourself as a slave, me being the lucky master. You don't see a master let his slave go off with whomever she wishes. Our relationship is roughly the same way." His eyes were taunting her, an annoying smirk covering his features. "No matter how much you want to escape."

"Gah!" Lisbon yelled inaudibly, flustered. "Why can't you just give it up, I don't love you!"

"You will."

"Let me think about it for a moment," she paused for a small second. "No, I don't think I will."

"Lisbon," he sighed, sitting back down on her bed. "The outcome of whatever happens will be ultimately decided by me, I'm almost positive about it."

"'How can you be almost positive?'" Lisbon asked mockingly, copying Janes' words from the other day in his low, somewhat accented voice. "'That's absurd.'"

"Ah, I thought you'd catch that," Jane said dreamily, lying back onto the bed. His posture was trademarked from the CBI; intertwined fingers, crossed ankles, overall air of peace. He closed his eyes and, without moving, asked her, "Care to join me?"

"Ah, no," Lisbon said, somewhat shocked that he would believe she would. "I'm going to take a shower, bang my head against the wall a few times, and die knowing I did so for a good cause."

"Mmhm," Jane said tiredly, grinning without opening his eyes or turning his head. She held her fist up at him threateningly before walking off into the bathroom.

I hope, Jane thought, rolling over so he could smell her green apple shampoo etched into the pillows with a casual air. She knows how persuasive I can be.

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After showering, brushing, changing, packing, cleaning, and eating breakfast, Lisbon found that Jane was still there. He just sat and watched her fret around, looking through her stack of books with mild interest. She was happy he returned his clothes onto himself so she could think clearly again, though. Every now and then she would pause, peak into the living room, find that he's still there, and groan, by which Jane would reply with an innocent smile. The bastard.

"Can I listen to your iPod?" Jane called to her.

"Don't look through my things, you inconsiderate jackass!" She shouted back irritably.

They had repeated this over and over again, him innocently asking her about her possessions by which she would rebuttal back angrily about how nosy he was. It soon became the rhythm of the apartment, until nine o'clock that is.

"Jane, let's go."

"Hmm?" He asked distractedly, before looking up to her. He had been staring at her green nano on the coffee table with an uncertain question on his face, as if it would run away. "Ah, yes, of course."

She took her iPod and wrapped her white earphones around her finger, taking her suitcase. She had tied her hair back, her messy waved locks that escaped capture framing her small face cutely. Jane was overall happy that he didn't have to restrain himself around her anymore, especially when she looked like this, her violet t-shirt profoundly emphasizing the intense color of eyes. He swung an arm around her shoulder, his arms the perfect length to hang around her petite frame, while not having to lean down. It was overall convenient.

Lisbon didn't honestly mind, mostly because his close proximity was roughly the same as before, until he had screwed things up. Though she did make a point of her anger at him by, switching her rolling suitcase to the side furthest to him, hanging her carry-on bag over her shoulder in between them, making it difficult for him to hold onto her. He raised an eyebrow at her sly expression before dropping his arm to his side.

He walked over to her car. "Aren't you going in your car?" Lisbon asked lightly, nodding her head to his Citroen. "You'll have to drive it back to your place after we get back if you don't."

He shook his head. "Eh, no, it's silly to go to the same place, from the same departure point in two different cars." He opened the back for her to load her suitcase into while he ran over to his car for his. He paused for a moment in the street and, turning back, he couldn't help himself but to shout: "Besides, when we get back, I'll see to it that you'll find my car to be… conveniently placed."

"No, I won't!" She replied, light and sing-songy with a tinge of annoyance. His chuckle was heard over the dry wind.

She didn't close the trunk and climbed into the drivers' seat, brushing off her shirt. Thinking of Jane, he'd want to make pointless small talk, annoying inappropriate comments and lingering glances that she couldn't not ignore, what with the cramped nature of the car. She hooked the earplugs into her ears, searching a song. She never really cared about classic instruments, like the guitar, piano, or even a physical drum set. Other then Spice Girls, that is, though Jane would never find out she liked them anyway.

No, she liked the techno, with a good beat and computer-generated music, occasionally with audio-enhanced voices. Before she turned on one, however, Jane appeared out of nowhere and took one out of her ear.

"You're not getting out of a conversation with me, Lisbon."

"Can you refrain from irritating me for, like, a day and make me happy for once?" She ripped out the other one and disconnected it, wrapping the wire around her finger and dropping the loop into her cup holder.

"Will you accept a reasonable car ride instead?" He flashed her a convincing smile. "A whole day without seeing you blush or fume like a kitten is nigh impossible, my dear."

"A kitten? Really?" She started the car and pulled out of the lot. "If I recall, my job requires one to be a bit more intimidating then a fur ball."

He shrugged. "Anything with a gun is considered intimidating."

She tried to stay bitterly humorous and scoff, but it turned into a small giggle instead. "True, true."

He paused for a moment, watching her. "See, I made you laugh."

She didn't know how to respond with wit to that one, so she just settled with, "Yeah."

He smiled, pleased with himself. Maybe for making her laugh after how angry she was with him. She felt a warmth in her heart, but then recovered.

"This is getting ridiculous," Lisbon said. "Have you planned any dining reservations?"

"Of course."

She nodded her head. "Are we doing anything when we get there today?"

"Eh, yes. There's a certain bus that picks you up from the airport to drive you to the hotel, but later on tonight I made reservations for the Garden Grill." He ran a hand through his curls, which he sometimes did to tame them. "It's in a building called The Land, it's home to a few rides. The restaurant is on the second floor and it revolves slowly, where you can get a good scene of the boat ride below it. You get to it through Epcot."

Lisbon found it weird to hear him explain something other then a plan, though found herself silly for thinking so. "Interesting. Are we doing other rides while we're there?"

"Well, we're returning to Epcot once more while we're in Orlando, for a whole day," Jane said slowly, which Lisbon immediately caught on to. Though they could do everything another day, the thought of stepping foot on a Disney attraction that night was riveting, to say the least.

Jane gently grabbed her elbow and applied pressure, straightened her arm and hand into his now waiting one. He pressed it up to his mouth. "We could do that boat ride, if you want." It was hard for her to think while he ran his lips over her fingers, her wrist. She found it very difficult to keep her eyes on the road, and she did so without ease. "I just don't want to let you see too much of Disney… My need to see the look of wonder when you approach the magic head-on is too selfish to withstand." She hated it when he talked old-fashioned liked that, his grammar only enhancing his appeal. That sneaky bastard.

She yanked her hand away. "What happened to not annoying me in the car ride?" She asked, blushing.

"You're flustered, Lisbon." Jane said in his loud 'confess because I know I'm right' voice, looking out the window without meeting her eyes. "Not annoyed."

"Well, I find it annoying," Lisbon said stubbornly, slowly edging through minor traffic. They had plenty of time; the flight was a quarter past eleven, while this traffic would add to the time getting there to about an hour. She slumped into her seat at a red light.

"If you say so," Jane murmured, eyes watching the cars going the other way pass. Then he turned to her, his face an innocent question. "Hey, why is it that you don't love me?"

She tensed up, and almost forgot to stomp the pedal when the light turned green. She did, though, and raced off to the highway. She pretended she couldn't feel his eyes on her. "Because."

The air shifted, and she knew he was smirking. "Because what?"

She clenched her teeth thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes as if she was wincing. "Well… I…"

She couldn't think of an answer.

Why didn't she love him? She blamed it on who he was; Patrick Jane, widowed and childless by a brute horror, years of psychological help from a panic attack. They had been in the friend zone hard, not that they didn't like it otherwise. Even though she didn't like him that way, it made her disappointed a little to know that, if there were a relationship, it would be made from his will, hers' flimsy in comparison. Deep in her mind, she had no doubt that he could make her love him, but her stubborn side ignored it fiercely.

They were as different from each other day and night, physically and mentally. He was built like a Greek statue, chiseled to perfection in the suit of a warrior. She was a nymph, petite with an indistinguishable beauty with a dress made of golden leaves. The figures' obvious personalities were switched, though; he was the troublemaker, mischievous with a knack of making things difficult. She was the strength, a protector that would do anything to make sure her people were all right. They both had secret sides, but both knew about them. She was someone she knew he trusted, but she didn't think she could him. Not yet.

"I can't trust you," Lisbon said half-heartedly. She cut him off before he could reply. "It goes far beyond the workplace, Jane, though that is part of the problem." She took a deep breath, hitting 60 in the little-to-no-car road. "You're just a dam waiting to break, and I can't love that."

He didn't reply for a moment, watching his hands. For once he was truly speechless, but not in shock. He took a shaky breath. "I know I'm selfish for asking you to. And I can't change." His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, as if to keep from yelling. "I will find Red John, and I will do what it takes, without consideration to what you may feel."

She had stopped arguing about how he couldn't by now, just hoping to dear God that the CBI would find the bastard before him. "You see, that's a major reason. I'm not a toy to play with until the time comes, my feelings are important."

"I know they are," Jane said without a thought. He paused for a moment, and she wanted to hug him for the pain he was feeling, like she always wanted to. She held out her hand shakily to him, a peace offering. It was a risk to take, though she knew he would understand it was meant for comfort. He took it as if it were made out of glass. "I'm the broken one here, not you. I'm, eh… aiming for his death with no thought if I live or not." He intertwined his fingers with hers, though she didn't really reply with any returned pressure. "If my life will actually be short-lived, I want to make the best of it." He raised her hand to his mouth softly, almost acting as a muzzle with his eyes closed tightly, restraining any intruding tears. It was sweeter then before, without a cruel, or as she had thought of it, air to it.

"I'm sorry, Jane." Lisbon said hesitantly, the bumpy road jerking her mind straight. "I don't love you."

"You will," he said angrily against her skin. She realized how much this wasn't a game to him, and how much he seemed to need her. "You do. You just don't know it yet."

He wasn't crying, though his eyes were watery, threatening to tip over. She had to get her hand back, though she didn't want to see what would happen if she removed it, if his face would distort in any way. She decided to get him with humor, speaking with the same nonchalance as him. "Cheer up."

"Why?" He asked cautiously. She knew he was instantly playing along; the normal Jane wouldn't loathe in self-pity, at least not in this manner. He would reply with wit.

"Uh, because it's better to be happy then sad?"

He smiled against her hand. It was from long ago; she was still depressed about Bosco's death, as she had been for a month or two then. He had walked in, given her a little dance that she watched with a 'How'd you get so crazy' confusion. Then they had the same conversation.

He loosened his hold and she brought her hand back onto the steering wheel, the flesh a bit red on top from being covered for so long. She didn't know whether to be frustrated, strong, or willing; she settled with confused, all her feelings mixed together, as if her mind were a bowl. She was just beginning to see the airport ahead in the distance.

"What are you thinking?" Jane murmured, himself confused for not being able to read her like usual.

"I'm not… I mean," Lisbon started, a crease slightly bent in between her brows. "Whenever it comes to you, especially acting like this…" She was blushing, her eyes flickering to him whenever she could. "I can't think straight."

He nodded thoughtfully. "I'm at fault for that, really," he said, sheepishly smiling. "I make sure you can't, it levels the playing field."

"You son of a-." She began angrily, and then cut herself off when she processed his words. "Wait, you can't think when you're around me?"

He chuckled. "Eh… Obviously I can, but the problem is when you're not there." He seemed a bit nervous, but it could be an act. His childish phase was somewhat appealing. "You're like the coffee you indulge profoundly itself; it keeps me awake, alert even."

She turned off toward the airport. "Really?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think I sleep on that couch in the CBI?"

She snorted. "No."

"Well, there you go." He paused briefly before adding, "I care about my job, in a sort, you know. I don't… initiate my plans without your consent just for the laughs."

Her eyes brightened immediately. "Wait, does this mean that you'll, you know, actually inform me before you get punched in the nose or get fined?"

His voice was etched with a laughter that showed how much he was amused at that statement. "I may be in love with you, Lisbon, but let's not go crazy."

She was still amazed how he could speak about his love for her so casually, and even though she didn't return the feelings, it was flattering and starting to become a normal thing. The road was rather empty and flat; any traffic on Saturday that was bound to happen hasn't yet. A plane was starting to zoom off the runway.

"So, what does this room look like?" Lisbon asked, the road in front of her looking as though it would go on forever. "I mean, any themes, views?"

"Eh, yes, actually," Jane said, looking out the window into nothing. "It's themed after the Lion King mixed with traditional African architecture… in a way." He was a bit excited, as she could tell. "We have one of the many rooms with a balcony; it overlooks the 'Savannah', or man-made enclosure with a variety of animals made to look like the savannah, I should say."

"Wow, wow," Lisbon said suddenly, processing his words. "We look over animals? That's… amazing. I wonder how big the whole place is?"

"Oh, it's huge." Jane said without a doubt, toying with her air conditioner. "It has two parts to it, and you have to hitchhike on a bus to one of the parks just to get to the other side."

"A bus?" Lisbon asked in a surprised question. "I thought you had to drive to all the parks."

"No, that would be impossible, in a standard sense," He said. "At every on-site resort, there's a bus stop that takes you to any park you choose, and vice-versa."

"On-site?" Lisbon asked with a curious tone.

"It means the resort is actually in Disney-owned property," Jane replied back in a fact tone. "Every resort there has a certain theme, and the rides to the parks are faster."

She took note of his clothes. "Are you going to be wearing those the entire trip?"

He shook his head. "No, much too hot for that. I packed some casual wear that I'll change into when we arrive."

She was anxious, to say the most, to see what the famous Patrick Jane would look like casually. She herself was wearing a violet v-neck with tight jean Capri's. Her feet were covered in ankle-high socks inside normal tennis shoes. She didn't know if it was deemed well for Disney, but she would learn tonight.

They pulled into the parking garage and, memorizing the level and column, they grabbed their bags and marched towards the elevator. Jane was idly playing with her ponytail, his face innocent.

They zipped through the formalities before flight- check in, metal detector, and the complex route to where their plane was headed. Van Pelt and Cho were already there when they arrived at the gate.

Van Pelt was just wearing shorts with a striped green tee, Cho just wearing a plain gray shirt with camo cargo shorts, the type that just go past your knee. They were standing rather close, as if they were wearing a badge and needed back up. Jane scoffed.

"Settle down, children. During this trip we are… mere friends, not co-workers," he informed them. They immediately relaxed and leaned on the leg opposite of each other.

"I'm sorry," van Pelt said sheepishly, her eyes slightly pleading. "It's just… I'm not used to this."

"Me neither. It's weird," Cho deadpanned.

"They got a point," Lisbon added expectantly.

Jane grabbed her wrist to check the time. "Half past three… Rigsby must be here by now."

Their flight was at four. He dropped by which she slid her hand back so it was barely in her pocket, like usual, and nodded.

They stood in silence for a while, but it wasn't really awkward; Cho was reading, of course, van Pelt was watching the different variety of people pass by her with interest, some obviously from England or India. Jane was watching Lisbon text on her phone, but only her reactions, not the phone itself. Rigsby showed up roughly ten minutes later.

"I thought you jumped out on us, Wayne, I was beginning to worry," Jane said enthusiastically before making a face. "Eh… Rigsby suits you more."

The big man chuckled. He was wearing a clean-cut, buttoned down shirt with short sleeves and breast pockets. It was blue in color with a bold design flourished vertically on the side, which he wore stylishly with cargo khaki Capri's. Jane had seen him in casual wear a few times, and he had always seemed he had walked out of a magazine with his styled yet comfortable ensembles. He was wearing some sort of cologne, the type that filled up the store wherever you went shopping at.

"Yeah, sorry man. Traffic was a pain."

Jane waved his hand indifferently. "Meh, no harm done, right?" He started to play with Lisbons' ponytail once more. "It's been rather boring out here anyway, so you're lucky to have gotten here at a convenient time."

Right on queue, the floor-to-window glass revealed an incoming plane. Everyone straightened up and placed their hands on their carry-ons, other then Jane. Not that Lisbon expected him to have one; he never really seemed to have nothing to do anyhow. Maybe get bored, yes, but always something to do. They walked up to the front of the line, right next to the 1-5 tab.

Jane leaned in to whisper something in Lisbons' ear. "Are you excited?"

Lisbon nodded slightly with a smile. "Sure, Disney must be fun."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, obviously. I was talking about being in a hotel room with me." He smiled suggestively.

Her face was innocent as she lowered her voice. "Well, if you try to touch me like that again, I'll elbow you in a place… A little bit lower."

He winced. "That's cruel, Lisbon."

"Well, obviously."

The lady called the 'A' section to board the plane. Lisbon led the group through the extended arm and into the plane, where the warm captain was greeting people.

He gave Lisbon an appreciative eye, along with van Pelt. "My, what a pleasure to be flying you pretty ladies." He tipped his hat.

Lisbon chuckled, van Pelt looking uncomfortable. Jane shook his head with a tight smile, but the captain caught any sudden hints. He turned his head to the other passengers with a small, strict nod.

Instead of sitting in the way front along with the team, she used her privilege to sit wherever by sitting just behind the wing on the right side; half in site of the wing, half of whatever it will be flying through. Jane, unfortunately, sat next to her.

"Go sit with the team," Lisbon ordered, dropping her bag under the seat in front of her, by her feet. Jane chuckled.

"I'm glad you chose a place far out, really. Now I can do this…" He wrapped an arm around her waist, bowing her closer. "And the team won't ever know." His eyes were dreamy, glazed over and virtually connected to hers. Her elbow was trapped in between them, and his hand covered her arm on the other side of her; it was a lose-lose situation. He was quite stronger then she had originally thought, so all she could do was turn her head away from him. He sighed and dropped his arm. "Well, it's no fun when you find a loophole."

She smirked, watching the people find their own seats lazily. She wasn't tired; the little sleep she did get was very fulfilling, until Jane screwed it up. She absently thought about him, though he was sitting right next to her. He had only kissed her once, but everything else he did implied that he did, well, more then once.

She raised her eyebrows at him expectantly, and it took him a moment to really understand what she was thinking, considering body language and slightly blushed cheeks, along with damp lips.

"Now, don't get me wrong, I want to kiss you," he commented, eyes darting from her to the people rushing about the plane out the window. He furrowed his brows slightly and hung his head, watching his hands. "Eh… it hurt a bit when you didn't respond, how limp you were. I felt like an utter villain, forcing a maiden to behold my selfish needs." He nervously looked the other way, not meeting her eyes. "I was confident enough to show you my feelings, and you unintentionally stomped them into the dirt. Good thing I have an extraordinary mindset. Else I would be up there with the team, and I suspect you would be too."

Lisbon thought about it for a moment, and realized she did go to the back to escape from him for the flight, but he followed her like a puppy. The description she made of him made her giggle internally.

Not too many people were here, considering the time. Jane and Lisbon were the only ones in a seat of three, and there were still more seats in the back for spare. Lisbon buckled in and pestered Jane to do so, also. She felt the plane jolt slightly as it made its' route to the runway. She gave Jane some gum, to help with the pressure in the sky, and chewed some of her own.

Jane was hooking her earphones in his ears. She looked from him to her right pocket in disbelief. "How did you…?"

"Oh, easy," he said, taking one out of his ear and placing it into hers'. "I reached into your pocket when I was flustering you."

"Gimme that," she said angrily, taking her green nano from his hand. She didn't bother to rip out his bud; she couldn't withstand his smoldering puppy dog eyes if she did, and he knew it. She swiped through her songs.

"Oh, what's that," Jane asked, stopping her finger and pointing to one of her songs, Pretty Rave Girl redid by Nightcore. She clicked on it quietly and turned the volume to a reasonable level as she looked out the window.

Jane found the music interesting; the vocals were obviously enhanced to a higher level, and he couldn't hear any classic instruments, just keyboards and computerized beats. He found it strangely appealing and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, the music specially made to have you anticipate a build-up, like he was watching a suspenseful film. His hand drummed to the advanced beat on Lisbons' knee. Her other foot was tapping softly as well.

The song soon faded, just as their backs were beginning to press to the seats from the speed of the racing plane. They soon projected up, and he watched with pleasure as Lisbon happily watched the cars grew smaller and vast lands widened into view. She had hid her excitement, yes, on the many times during work when you had to take a flight to a crime scene. But now she didn't, and her eyes were lazy in contentment. He squeezed her leg.

The song currently playing was called… His eyes found the screen and he saw it was called Castle in the Sky by a person… no, a band called Trance. As the lands below them disappeared under the clouds, songs beat endlessly into their ears. After who knows how long, a woman appeared and offered them water and peanuts. They took them and thanked her.

Lisbon was… she didn't know what to think of herself as. Maybe warm, as she was sitting on her once-cold hands. Maybe sleepy, the land below them was hypnotic, like a swinging pendulum. Janes' hand was on her thigh, right above her knee. His hand was large, mostly in comparison to her thin leg; his finger was able to effortlessly trace shapes onto the hard bone in the southern part of her knee, his elbow laying on the armrest comfortably. She admitted to herself that it made her heart pound painfully whenever she saw it there, felt it gently squeeze every now and then.

She wasn't tired, but she impulsively rested her head on his broad shoulder, her head fitting rather well in the nestle curved near his neck; an innocent gesture, really, as a song called How to Love sounded faintly beside her drowsiness. She wasn't thinking of how it would affect him, the way he tensed up at her contact. She was tracing the tendons and veins on his right hand with feather-light pressure, her heart barely fluttering from her innocence on what she was doing to him. Thoughts raced through his mind, scenarios of what to do next hitting dead end after dead end. His head hit the back of the seat in confusion, frustration and exasperation.

That beautiful, devil woman was beating him at his own game.

This wasn't part of the plan.

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