LONG chap. Or, at least, I think so. Dear god, next chapter will EAT this chapter in comparison! ALL day fun, most of the rides more descriptive than the one in here. Anyway, yes, I have run out of spare chapters. I have to do it the old fashioned way; write when I feel like it, post when I'm done. Expect a wait, unless I decided to have no life this week. Any who, enjoy the chapter!

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"No way!"

The trilling laughter of a young girl echoed around the bus stop, breezing along like the dry wind. The screeching of buses were stopping at different spots; some Magic Kingdom, probably one Hollywood Studios, and Lisbon huffed whenever Animal Kingdom rounded twice with no sign of Epcot, though it had been only five minutes. It was busy this time of hour; more of people returning then leaving. And it was hot.

Jane had assured the team they wouldn't be late, especially to Rigsby, who was cranky from hunger. Van Pelt and Cho, the oddest combination, were in a laughing contest, Janes' idea. Cho was pointing out funny attributes to passing people, van Pelt was sharing ridiculous Rigsby stories, which he was a bit embarrassed about. All the while without laughing.

Jane was sharing funny tricks with a little girl, her dark cheeks even darker with a flush of excitement. Her mother was watching with a careful eye, as if Jane would even touch her, but had her full lips curled up. They seemed right at home with the African theme, with their deep skin and bright clothing draped around them. Jane was in the process of 'removing' his thumb.

He kept on sending cautious glances to Lisbon, who had let her hair down grudgingly to hide sensitive marks at the base of her neck. Also who was periodically checking her phone for texts, which she turned on silent to hide from Janes' prying eye. Not that it mislead him, though.

"Look, Lisbon!" Jane shouted, turning around and standing from his crouched frame. He had a stick in his hand and was performing the rubber pencil with it, the little girl behind him giggling. For the sake of the child, Lisbon refrained from commenting about his craziness and saved the curse words for later. She gave him a small smile.

He was obviously unimpressed. His smile faltered a bit, and his movements dimmed down. She rolled her eyes and looked out to an incoming bus. Epcot. She could hear Jane say his good-byes. "Farewell, young princess."

The bus screeched to a stop.

"Finally," Rigsby breathed from beside her, and she was surprised that he separated himself from the others. She chuckled at his relief.

"I guess I'm a bit hungry, too." Lisbon agreed. "I'm more excited with the park itself. You?"

"Of course, boss." He hesitated a bit. "I mean, Lisbon. I wonder what type of food this place will serve."

Lisbon full out grinned. "You and food, Rigsby. Ever thought about marrying a lucky hotdog one day?"

He let out a low, humored breath inside a pause. "Steak is better."

"It is, too."

They boarded the shuttle behind a group of people, and Lisbon wasn't surprised when all the seats were taken. She grabbed onto the railing above her when the bus lurched forward, her other hand onto a side railing.

Something warm touched her abdomen, and it jerked her down. She flailed her arms for the window for leverage, but when she saw the tanned skin and flash of a wedding ring around her slim stomach, she understood who it was. A voice confirmed her thoughts.

"Stop struggling, Lisbon." She was tensed, but not surprised. His words were a bit muffled from behind her curtain of raven hair. "If you don't relax, I'll steal something very important while you're asleep." His tone was amused.

She snorted, but her sensible side ruled over her stubbornness. She relaxed, only pop her posture straight once more. There was something protruding under her, out of place along his seemingly normal lap. She turned her head slightly towards him.

"What the hell is that?"

He paused briefly, and then chuckled airily, his hot breath kissing her neck in puffs. He didn't answer, but his slight shift in his seat and his quiet laughter still sounded in her ear. She finally understood and stood up slowly, her head turning to him in an equally slow manner. Her eyes darted to his jeans, and then she regretted it and darted back up to his eyes. He was watching her innocently, his lips the barest hint of a smile. He shrugged.

"I'm only human, Lisbon. Just because I'm extraordinarily psychologically aware doesn't mean the rules of biology doesn't apply to me." He shrugged again, happier. Everyone was chatting away in the bus, so no one took mind to their conversation.

Lisbon was near whispering, her tone confused, in a way. "Well, put it back!"

"Only one way I know how." He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. She swatted him hard in the chest, a blush forming up her cheeks. His face was slightly flushed, also, and there was a sheen layer of moisture on his upper lip. Lisbon almost felt… smug for his discomfort. She also felt a bit uneasy, seeing him out of his cool.

After a while, she was able to keep her balance easily without holding onto the handrails, her stomach turned towards Jane in an attempt to cease the surprise attacks. She flipped open her phone, and a message was waiting. She grinned. Walter sent her a picture of the foreign country he was at, wherever it was. It was pretty beautiful, with rolling hills and sparkling blue waters, a sunrise sprouting in the background. She immediately started texting back her thoughts. She noticed Janes' hands lightly tracing her hips, but she ignored them easily in her thoughts. He was insistent, adding pressure, patting the bone lightly. She looked up.

"Hey, what's so handsome about Mashburn?" She raised her eyebrows at his question, but darted her eyes back down to finish the text. She stuffed her phone back into her pocket. "I mean, I can be empathetic, of course, but you don't seem the type that goes for money. How does he look to you?"

She sighed. "Do you honestly want the answer to that question?"

His eyes were taunting. "I asked it, didn't I?"

She hesitated, and then hung her weight onto the bar above her she gripped onto. Her shirt rose slightly, and her firm stomach was flat above her Capri's. Jane averted his eyes with difficulty and crossed his arms over his waist. She began.

"Well, I've always had a thing for the natural looks… Y'know, brown hair and brown eyes. And he's incredibly tall, which is my… preference." Jane nodded in understanding, not appearing ruffled. She gave him a once-over and continued. "He's, eh… childish, funny, charming, and quick-witted. Fun to get into arguments with, mostly because he lets me win." She shook her head with a smile. He felt a pang but didn't show it.

He cocked his head. "…And?"

She averted her eyes from him, feeling an ashamed twinge coming on. "And he's the only one who's shown interest in me in a long time." Her next words were mumbled. "…A long time."

She felt wanted, and was embarrassed for doing so. All those years, he thought… Oh. "Oh."

Lisbon looked out the window toward the passing cars. "…Yeah."

"Teresa…" He murmured, firming up his hands more on her waist, starting to tug her closer. She started to oblige, and…

"In a few moments, we will arrive at Disney Worlds' EPCOT. Please gather up your belongings and…"

The intercom system with the automated voice brought Lisbon away and stood Jane up. Instead of annoying her or pulling her closer, he leaned into her. She smelled the sweet scent of his cologne, and his lips hit her dimple, right beside her mouth. He pulled back, and looked at her expectantly.

Without missing a beat she reached up slowly, her arm extending while she slightly bit her lip. She brushed a few curls that protruded the top of his forehead behind his hairline, into the rest of the wavy forest. She ran her fingers down the side of his face, to the curve of his jaw. He leaned his head into her hand, and a rumble sounded deep in his chest as he tried to pull her closer. She dropped her hand as if it burned.

She turned around and gathered up her team as if they were her children, motioning them over. Van Pelts' eyes were full of wonder as they looked out the window.

"Wow," the redhead breathed, voicing Lisbons' thoughts. Lisbon smiled slightly, her kissed-by-the-sun dimple flashing deeply.

"Wow, indeed." Jane murmured, watching Lisbon rather then the magical world outside. She felt his eyes on her, but she didn't look at him, her cheeks darkening. The sun was far from descending completely, but it wasn't exactly at its' midpoint. Van Pelts' fascination was aimed to the many flowers framing the bus stop, along the route towards the entrance with trees' hanging over railing. The bus lurched to a stop.

"Here we go," Jane said lightly, running a hand through his hair. "Be ready to release your inner childhood."

"My childhood was beating up other people and stealing cars," Cho said, his arms in a trademark cross. His eyes were taking in all the sights, though, and every once in a while he let himself a hint of a smile. "Do you really want me to repeat that in Disney World?"

Jane shrugged. "Do whatever feels right."

The doors of the bus creaked open, and people flowed out, walking along the trees and plants, towards the entrance plaza. The team followed suit, and Cho took out his camera and snapped a few pictures. Rigsby looked at him strangely.

"She's always wanted to come to Disney," Cho said, taking another picture of the flowers. "I promised pictures."

Before Rigsby could respond, Jane pointed up towards the treetops. "Look."

The top of a sphere, white in color, was peaking up above the leaves. It had indentions on it, and it was obviously at a distance, making it very, very large. It looked like a… giant golf ball.

"Spaceship Earth pavilion," Jane commented, turning his head back in front of him to avoid hitting any more people. "There's a ride in there about how much technology has advanced throughout the years. Very popular, mostly from the air-conditioning and its' relaxing nature."

"So there's actually a ride in there?" Rigsby asked excitedly. Cho snapped a picture of the golf ball that was slowly growing more prominent. Jane nodded.

"It goes up to the top, gradually of course. It's one of the most well-known family rides' in Disney World, so it shouldn't race up like Space Mountain or Rock n' Rollercoaster." He noted their curious looks. "Hakuna Matata, my friends. We'll get to those as the days go on."

They hit the plaza, and Jane handed them cards. It was a metallic gold, and there weren't any words on the front. It glinted rainbow in the sun. Jane nodded towards them.

"We won't need to Fast Pass anything with these. We just flash them to the crew, and off we go, able to skip the awaiting line. Only the… more privileged guests have them." He was smug. Lisbon figured that she would be, too, if she had 10 million dollars in the bank.

Cho spoke now. "What's Fast Pass?"

Jane paused for a moment, to think of the exact meaning. "Fast Pass something along the sort of a cheat. The more popular, slow moving rides have them. You get to the ride, usually early on during the day, and buy a ticket for later. When it's… later, you basically skip the line and wait in a very short one, usually boarding the ride within 10 minutes."

"How do you know all this? You've never been to Disney." Lisbons' tone was accusing.

He didn't bother to turn his head to them. "Meh, I pestered the woman helping me arrange the plans. Think of me as your handsome, talking Disney handbook."

Lisbon snorted.

The greenery were subtly becoming thinner and smaller. As they disappeared completely, a gasp was audible from each member.

Arching above the entrance by which they would soon pass through was the giant white sphere, complete with triangular indentions stimulating the idea of a giant golf ball. How it should not tip over was a mystery to Lisbon, but at the bottom it was held up by a building, one was a line of people the other the exit, which was a shop. A tall, stone railing ran near it; they saw it was a monorail as one zoomed across it to the station next to them. It was magnificent.

Cho snapped a picture.

"Spaceship Earth is best to ride when departing, before sunset," Jane nearly breathed, still captured by its' excitement. He started to edge forward. "That will be our first ride in Disney."

"OK," Lisbon agreed, also enchanted. This was more then she had expected, the way the excitement bubbled inside of her. She didn't want to leave. Not Disney, not her team, not Jane. She wanted to experience everything with them, she realized with glee. She hoped that they were feeling the same way she was, an extreme happiness that she didn't want to shake off. This was magical.

They walked through the plaza, inserting their cards. They placed their finger on the scanner, and their golden cards popped back out. Without hesitating, they walked out from the shaded entrance and into the full effect.

Metal slabs framed the walkway towards a small fountain in front of the globe in rows. The 'snap snap' of Chos' camera was like a catchy rhythm, and they subconsciously synchronized their steps with it. When they reached the small pool of water, they leaned against the stone edge. Jane pointed to the metal rows.

"Those are 'Leave a Legacy'. Thousands of names and pictures just on one slab. People pay to leave their 'footprints' there, in a way. In case you were wondering."

'Snap.'

"So, where's the… Garden Grill?" Rigsby asked uneasily. They were all kind of hurting with hunger, and his words brought it up once more.

"The Land pavilion." He closed his eyes, and Lisbon wasn't surprised that he memorized the map. He motioned them up. "This way."

They walked through a wide space directly under the golf ball, and they all sighed when the opening of doors sent blasts of cool air onto their slightly warmed skin. After the shade, they entered something called Innovations. A much larger pond was centered in the middle, with barely a shade covering the whole section. A slightly less hot sun was streaming through, buildings framing the circular shape. Jane briskly walked to the right, but pausing slightly for Cho to take more pictures. Passing a gap between buildings, The Land pavilion opened up into view.

It was shaped into a… glass dome of some sorts, with a short cylinder on top of it. It was very large, and the windows were tinted enough so you couldn't see inside. Heavy greenery was placed around it, the leaves giving it more of a forest-y feel. The concrete elevated to an entrance up a bit higher, and Rigsby smiled slightly when he saw children running down the descent. He wanted to do that.

Van Pelt ran her hand over one of the leaves. "I have the need to, like, go save a rainforest or something now."

Rigsby touched the plant also, feeling the stem. "This is the biggest leaf I've ever seen. If the rainforest has leaves like this, I'm kind of afraid of what else it has."

"The rainforest usually has venomous frogs, poisonous snakes and animals with deadly claws and teeth," Jane noted, leading the team upwards. "I may be adventurous, but I'm sure not going there."

Cho took a picture of the large building and of the thick plants framing it. Lisbon chuckled and spoke her thoughts absentmindedly. "Walter just visited the rainforest, he says it's not that bad."

"Oh really, now?" Jane asked her. "With or without one of his girlfriends?"

She narrowed her eyes at his back as they approached the building. "I wouldn't know, I wasn't there."

Jane stiffened and van Pelt looked at her strangely. "You and Walter are together… together?"

Lisbon watched her feet. "Well… yeah."

"Does Walter know about this arrangement?" Jane darkly asked, his jaw clenching. How dare she mention him with gratitude once more, without his permission no less. A slight cover a few yards out above the doors shaded them, blocking out the burning sun.

Lisbon spoke through her teeth. "He's the one that suggested it. Now, instead of fighting, let's just have a happy freakin' dinner and get on with the wonderful world of Disney, alright?" And she stomped off inside.

"No, Lisbon, wait," Jane started. He caught the door before it closed and sighed heavily at her retreating form. The AC hit him in the face and he nearly got chills.

"Jane, why'd you have to get her angry?" Rigsby asked, exasperated from hunger. He walked through the open door.

"She's not angry," Cho said, his voice emotionless. "She just thinks she is." With that he followed suit.

Van Pelt just gave him a nervous frown and breezed past him. Jane furrowed his eyebrows, calculating, and entered the cooled building.

It was magnificent inside, no matter how irritated Lisbon was at Jane. Objects that seemed to be miniature Earth and hot-air balloons hung from the ceiling, and the 2nd story on which they were on curved around into a complete circle. On the opposite side of the shape they were on were escalators that brought you downwards to a food court centered in the middle. Lisbon could see that rides called Soarin' and Living with the Land was downstairs, under the walkways they were on. Lisbon walked a bit to the right and leaned over the railing, to get a look at this Soarin' ride. There was a small gift shop near the exit and group after group of people were entering the waiting line. A digital clock above said that the wait time was… 120 minutes.

"2 hours?" Lisbon breathed to herself, confused. No way that was right.

"It's a popular ride." Jane said from beside her. She was about to agree with him when she remembered that she was angry with him. He noted her change in mood and sighed. "I'm sorry, OK? I was being utterly rude and I regret saying hurtful things to you. Will you forgive me?"

Lisbon sighed and pushed herself from the railing. "Fine, just… stop getting so jealous all the time. Walter is perfectly nice."

Jane felt a surge of jealousy just at that statement, but he swallowed it and held out his hand. "Deal."

Lisbon eyed it warily, then deemed it safe. She placed her hand into his, firmly gripping it into a shake. Jane tilted his head and, switching hands, he trapped hers and nodded towards the far side. There were no hallways, just a slowly rotating circular restaurant taking up some of the space. Lisbon walked with Jane.

"Hey," Jane began, glancing at the walls they passed. There was a show named the Circle of Life on the right side of the 2nd story, all about environmental issues hosted by Timon and Pumba. It was interesting, he had heard, but shows were closed down for the day. The team was a few steps ahead of them; they had gawked a bit at the interior, too. "Are you really Walters' girlfriend now?"

Lisbon turned her head back to the Soarin' ride, watching people enter with what she hoped was excitement, she couldn't quite see from that far away. She dropped Janes' hand. "Well, whenever he talks to me he implies that I am."

Jane subtly looking up at the glass windows above. They were heavily tinted, making it look like there were dark clouds outside rather then the fluffy ones in multi-colored hues. "Do you want to be?"

She shrugged. That was enough answer for him.

They reached The Garden Grill and Jane spoke his reservation, flashing his I.D. and his Gold Card that let him inside the park. The woman there was about to hand him a buzzer, but her eyes widened at the rich metallic color of it and shakily brought up a waiter. She whispered a few things to him, and he nodded briskly. He checked the seating chart and, with a smile, ushered them over. The circular restaurant seemed to be nestled into the wall; there were no doors, just an open space. It was tastefully decorated, and Cho stood back to take a few pictures before following them in.

It was a complete circle, honestly. The man brought them to the right, and they got a glimpse of the Living with the Land ride below; it was a slow boat one, and the environment seemed to be a dark prairie. Artificial leaves lined the railing, keeping people from falling into the scene below. The man brought them to a booth that was only a few steps from where they entered. At the rate the restaurant was spinning, by the time they were finished eating they would probably be at the end of the scene, which filled up almost the whole right section. Not a long prairie, the place wasn't huge, but pretty big. They seated so that Jane was on one end, Lisbon on the other, the team on the inside. The booth was circular, so van Pelt was in the middle, Rigsby beside Lisbon and Cho beside Jane. The waiter had his pen firmly in one hand, notebook in the next. "What would you all like to drink?"

They ordered, and Rigsby had his eyebrows furrowed. "Where are the menus?"

Jane looked around, and saw something in common with the other booths. "They give us platters with different foods. You can get more of the same platter you like for free." Suddenly, his eyes locked onto an object that was seemingly behind Lisbon. She saw him reach into his pocket, and she started to turn her head.

She was met with a large, tan snout with a rubber red tongue lulling out the corner of the mouth. She shimmied into Rigsby and she heard Jane laugh.

"Pluto, old pal!" He reached out to shake his hand, and held out a new notebook. It had 'Disney' in calligraphy on the cover, and you had to flip it vertically. He handed the dog a pen. "Could you?"

He nodded vibrantly, bending down so he could autograph. Jane patted the dogs' head, and gave a thumbs up to the others' over the tan fabric. Lisbon relaxed away from Rigsby, and she heard him laugh. "You alright?"

She glared at the young agent. "Well, a giant dog just scared the crap out of me. How would you feel?"

Pluto finished as he heard her, lifting up the leather flaps he had as ears with his hand-paw. He grumbled, covering his long face with his hands. Lisbon immediately felt bad and scratched his nose. "There there, doggy. I didn't mean it."

He perked up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled, as did the team. Cho picked up his camera and gently kneed van Pelt and Jane. "Hey, go up there in a picture with him."

Jane scooted out upon request and helped Lisbon up. Rigsby did the same with van Pelt, and they stood up beside Pluto. Intertwining their arms together, they smiled. Jane murmured under his breath, "Say cheese."

Lisbon linked that together with Mickey Mouse, who likes cheese, and she grinned wider. The picture snapped, and she pat the dog on the head.

They slid back into the booth and Pluto waved them off, and van Pelt returned the wave. Lisbon slid her eyes to Jane, and she found that he was watching her. She gave him a half-hearted shrug with a smile, and he returned a smile of his own. Lisbon felt a familiar buzzing in her pocket, and pulled it out.

Jane: 'Where are you sleeping tonight?'

Lisbon rolled her eyes, her thumbs quickly tapping. 'Couch.'

'Me too.'

'Hell no.'

'No need to curse.'

'Just getting the point across.'

"That you did," Jane said out loud, right as the drinks and bread arrived. He laughed at the teams' confusion. "It's nothing."

Lisbon took a sip of her coke. "So, after this we do a ride? Won't it be too late?"

Jane shook his head. "No, park closes at nine, in about an hour and a half. We should be fine."

Lisbon smiled to herself at the thought of riding in a golf ball. A golf ball. She just hoped that there were no giant golfers around, which is possible, at least in Disney World. She heard a gasp and she found Jane perked up immediately, his eyes staring excitedly into space. Lisbon whipped her head around, as did the team, yet there were no giant animals there.

"On Monday, we go to Hollywood Studios."

Lisbon cocked an eyebrow. "Jane, I'm sure that, in your mind, that makes sense…"

He shook his head and dimmed down a bit to explain. "Yes yes, I apologize. Anyway, there is something there called 'American Idol Experience.'"

Rigsby went rigid. "Dude, I can't sing."

"Already stole your phone, you have no choice." He held up three phones with a mischievous smile. They all checked their pockets and, with an irritated sigh, they went flat and crossed their arms simultaneously. Lisbon held up her own phone.

"What about me? I have mine; I don't have to sing in front of hundreds of people."

"More like a thousand, dear. I bribed the directors of it to give us some… privileges. Word of the event has spread; I bet people were reserving tickets already to get a sight at the wonder of Disney bending the rules." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Also, you know and understand what I'm capable of. I have no doubt that you'll oblige."

Lisbon felt a sinking feeling when she found his words deeming true. Cho stared Jane down. "I'm not singing."

Jane nodded happily. "Yes, you are. When I'm positive, I'll return your communication devices." Lisbon, angrily, began to formulate a plan in her head. She suddenly smiled brightly, but Jane wasn't really analyzing at the moment to catch it.

Janes' lips were in his handsome ghost of a smile. "I'll let you pick your own songs; that much you get."

Lisbon narrowed her eyes at him, mostly for giving the team an unneeded aura of discomfort. "If you don't give them back their phones and let us walk away from this, I'll…" She bit her lip. What had she thought of, just moments ago?

Jane smirked. "You'll what, dear?"

She jumped as the thought appeared once more. "I will tell Mashburn where I am, what hotel I'm at, and when to move me to another hotel. Near here, maybe." Her voice was truthful; she would do it. "It would be a nice atmosphere. Maybe I'll get lucky and stay in another room in this hotel… Decisions, decisions."

Janes' face was impassive. Then grew dark, dangerous even, as Lisbon drawled on in her daring tone. The team smirked, too, on her side as well. All against him. No, he had all of the power, not her. Oh, she would pay for this later. His head tilted, and his smile grew sickly sweet. "Okay, Teresa." He handed the phones' back, eyes locked with hers. She was a bit fearful, it seemed. Good.

Jane smelt the food before he saw it, and his bitter thoughts all but vanished.

Jane realized how hungry he actually was when he smelt the aroma, and winced at the painful gurgle of his stomach. The man carefully set down the many platters of food, gave them a smile and murmured 'Enjoy'.

All of the plates were steaming. To start with the side dishes, they had gotten Mac N' Cheese on a good-sized platter topped with crumbled cheese crackers. Along with that was a plate mouth-watering sweet potato French Fries shaken with a certain sort of salt, Jane believed. Onto the main platters, one was a cut-up beef strip that was char-grilled, garnished with rosemary and pepper while heavily laid atop leaves, the other the Catch of the Day, which appeared to be a nicely smoked type of trout. A small bowl of vegetables and a platter of oven-roasted drumsticks added nicely to the atmosphere. Van Pelt went for the fish, Rigsby a few portions of the juicy steak, while Cho hung back for everyone else to choose. Lisbon reached out to the Mac N' Cheese, but Jane beat her to the chase.

Treated her right, for foiling a portion of his plan after all.

Lisbon narrowed her eyes, but teasing. He caught her mood and smiled gently, poring a portion of the food onto her plate. She was able to wrangle a drumstick before Rigsby finished them off, along with a steamed cauliflower that no one was going to eat, anyway. She thought the food on her plate was a pretty good deal, really, and began to dig in.

First, she tried a bite of the drumstick. It was oven-roasted and covered in spices, so she didn't have to lean over the plate too far in case of grease. It was tangy, in a way, and what she supposed was a clove of garlic covered her tongue, making even the cauliflower taste good whenever she plopped a branch in her mouth. She made sure her face was impassive, because if she let out a moan or showed her pleasure, Jane would never let it down. Never.

They finished fairly quickly, though they felt like they would burst from all the rich food. Lisbon really liked the Mac N' Cheese; it was cheesy, but not painfully so. Even Rigsby rejected desert; if they were hungry later, there were sweet snacks at their room from the grocery order. Jane paid, and after a moment Lisbon figured that life was good.

They stumbled their way off of the slow-moving platform, and Lisbon saw from the entrance that it was getting darker. She remembered Janes' words; 'Spaceship Earth is best to ride when departing, before sunset. That will be our first ride in Disney.' Lisbon was nearly giddy with excitement.

Jane patted her head, like she was a little girl. "You ready?"

She swallowed her smile and kept her chin up, but she failed and went back to smiling again. "Yeah."

Jane nodded briskly. "I thought you would be."

"Well, I am!"

Jane grinned, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder lazily.

Lisbon waited for any angry to show up, but it didn't. All she felt was… nothing. She was impassive to this now? Hell no.

She unwrapped herself from him and went to stand beside Cho. A low sound emitted from Janes' chest, but no one really noticed. Except Lisbon; she'd heard it before, and now it's nearly familiar. She was whispering quickly to Cho as they entered the Innovations Pavilion.

"I need to get away from Jane!"

"I noticed," Cho said without concealing his voice. But then, to the shock of the whole team, Cho relaxed his demeanor and smiled. "I think it's pretty funny."

Lisbon gave him a 'WTF' look. Cho shrugged.

"I'm not on the job anymore." He seemed to be speaking to the whole team. "My body just seemed to realize that, and now I'm… happy. You might see me smile more on the trip."

Rigsby smiled and slapped him on the back lightly. "You're like a real man now, bro!"

Cho's face went impassive once more, and his body went cold enough to zap Rigsbys' hand off. "Stop doing what you're doing."

Rigsby backed off, but Cho smiled once more. The team went in awe once more, but then broke out laughing. Jane chose the opening to stand by Lisbon once more, grabbing her hand.

"Ride with me on Spaceship Earth?"

Puppy dog eyes. Just great.

"Sure," Lisbon said, just as they went under the arch below the golf ball. There was no line, so they made their way uphill, into the building below the ball with ease. Right as they entered, in front of them were rotating… seats, but high tech. Hard to explain. It was two to a seat, and one screen was in the middle of the two, on the back of the seat ahead. You had to quickly jump into a seat before you missed it, and the people working there happily ushered them in, and assigned them seats to hop into. Rigsby chose a seat to himself; he was tired, he said. Van Pelt sat with Cho, and who sat with Lisbon? Yeah, that guy.

They went through a little opening, and started to climb uphill. Janes' breath tickled her neck. "Smile."

She did, just as a camera flashed. Nice, there were cameras. Their screen lit up, and a voice started talking, a speaker in the headrest that was loud enough to not be counted as background noise, but quiet enough as to not hurt their ears. The voice was female, and British. They chose a language, and touched where they lived. U.S.A., California, Sacramento… The screen went black. Lisbon leaned back, and almost closed her eyes until Janes' lips went back to their original position, near her neck.

"Cavemen."

She looked ahead, and saw a giant screen, where a caveman was fighting a mammoth in a blizzard. She almost felt cold herself, watching the snow drift harshly around the duo. The same, British female, voice started narrating about how civilization communicated, and how it all began. Past the screen, they came into a room with machines.

"Automatons," Jane murmured, towards the cave scene. Lisbon nodded slightly, and the woman talked about how the 'first form of communication was written on cave walls'. The cart went through each scene, leading up to, ultimately, the time of now. Throughout the ride, Jane murmured silly facts about each scene that passed, or the people themselves.

"Faustina, the wife of the emperor Marcus Aurelius of Ancient Rome, had a collection of several hundred wigs. But the Romans did have excellent strategies for things that would come their way."

"The Egyptian's believed that the earth was flat and round, like a pancake, and that the Nile flowed through the center of it. Even past that, the rulers such as this are incredible intelligent."

"Speaking of the Egyptians, Cleopatra was actually Greek, like the people in this scene. She was part of the famous Ptolemy family, and was the only Greek to every rule that spoke Egyptian."

Lisbon wasn't annoyed with the harmless comments, actually. She was feeling quite the opposite, really. She didn't mind the facts that he whispered in her ear, or how intensely his eyes burned into her, checking for a reaction. It was always a satisfactory one, with a slight smile or a deeper look around. Nothing was really faked. After awhile, they started to get into more familiar territory, though still before her time. Printing presses, 'Extra! Extra! Read all about it!', the man on the moon, and past scenes that were, most likely, high tech at the time. Suddenly, they came into a small shed. A man was hunched over, working silently on some sort of machine as they passed.

"Bill Gates," Jane murmured, his lips brushing her neck.

They went through a little tunnel, the green numbers from The Matrix rushing up and down the projection screen. As they emerged, Lisbon silently gasped and sat up.

They were now in 'space', like they were viewing the stars and the galaxies and Earth from the rocky terrain of the moon. Triangular plates were indented faintly all around the spherical top of the vast, starry sky; they were at the top of the ball. They rounded it, the Earth and many other figures in the night lit up, like they were actually there. The cart turned around, so that they were beginning to lean back. Lights hung from the ceilings like stars, and they were buried into the descent. The voice came on again, and the screen lit up. It hurt their eyes for a moment, for being in a semi-dark ride for a while, but they could still see just fine.

"Touch screen," Jane said quietly, and questions came up. Mostly about your preferences, your priorities, most likely things you worry about while on vacation. Lisbon let Jane touch all of the answers he cared for without complaint. It went to a loading screen after a few moments of choosing, claiming it was 'building your future'. He leaned back, and smiled at the woman beside him. A sleepy woman, he might add; it was about 8:45, and the park closes at nine. Everything worked out rather perfectly, he thought happily.

"What's with the smile?"

"Eh," Jane began, pressing his cheek against her shoulder. He wanted to get closer, and Lisbon was only mutual. The whole point of the plan was for her to want him, also. She was beginning to crave space at the moment; leaning away from him, but subtly so. Whenever he spurted a fact, she would nod and nonchalantly pull away a bit. He sighed. "Enough about why I'm smiling. What I really want to know is-."

The screen lit up, and she turned away from him yet once again. He smiled, bittersweet, but managed to calm down enough to watch the screen in front of them also.

"That's us!" Lisbon said loudly.

From the picture in the beginning, their faces were glued onto cartoon characters. They depicted what the future would be like, with their source from what Jane chose. They walked around, and depicted an all-too perfect future with all-too perfect ease. It was really quite funny, but also adorable in a sense.

When the film ended, light was being shone from behind them from a brightly lit room, and the elevation decreased gradually until they were straight.

"Welcome back," said an obviously tired worker, ready to get back home. Jane could understand that. The small door opened beside them, and they stepped onto the circular moving belt. The workers had to wake Rigsby up, which caused him to practically jump out of the vehicle from surprise, anyway. Van Pelt and Cho seemed content, but were as dazed as, well, everyone was at this hour. Slow steps, eyes nearly closed, skin clammy and heavy. They couldn't defy gravity; they would go down sooner or later.

Jane smirked. They thought they were tired? Amateurs.

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The gasp was audible from the team as they entered the hotel room. Relief, and exhaustion. To be fair, their tiredness was only increased by jetlag, confusing weather, and drowsiness after a big meal, but it was bound to be worse tomorrow. Jane stretched his arms.

"Well, I'm gonna go hit the hay. Magic Kingdom all day tomorrow, get your rest. C'mon Lisbon."

She yawned and nodded. When they walked through the doorway, Jane began to close the door. Lisbon gave him a warning glare and he held his hands up, to prove that he stopped. "Okay, okay, sorry. And you can have the bathroom first, I'm going to put away the last of my things."

Lisbon nodded, heavily, and took her things to the bathroom. She wasn't planning on taking a shower, since she took one that morning, but she might as well. Without washing her hair, though. She was a master at quick showers, though, and was out of the bathroom roughly 5 minutes later.

Just burnt orange sweatpants and a navy tank top with '00' written number-like on the chest. Very hometown-Chicago-y. Go Bears. Jane raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What, no shorts?"

Lisbon glared at him. "Don't worry, perv. These are the only pair that end below the thigh."

He smirked at that. "Alright, sunshine. Are you still sleeping on the couch?"

She quirked her mouth, then sighed. "Too tired for much resolve. But I have enough to enforce strict no-touching rules."

Jane gave her a humored look. "Yes, Lisbon, because I'm such a stickler for the rules."

Crap, he was being sarcastic, wasn't he?

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12:56 AM. If this was so deeply African, Jane pondered, why are there working clocks? To hell with it, that notion flied out the window and off the balcony the moment he realized that the air quality was better then anywhere back home. He stretched, and his hand brushed the mountain of pillows beside him.

Lisbon thought she was enforcing a point when she set them, but really, she was just being adorable. Was she asleep? Jane had to sit up to look, and found out that yes, she was. Finally. She's been tossing and turning for hours.

Slowly and silently, he plucked each and every pillow from top to bottom and set them around the room, neatly organized in a way. He got to the last one, and dropped it onto the floor without much thought. It was like he just emerged from a cave, and he could see the world again. His world, again.

He slithered back in bed, like a snake, and lied on his side, towards her. She yawned, but turned her back to him, curling up slightly. He smiled tenderly, and began to wrap his arm around her waist. She moved instantly.

She was still asleep, no doubt, but her subconscious mind had strange workings, just like everyone. A touch meant turn, and apparently to keep turning until you reach a wall-like surface, to then you curl against it into a little ball. A little ball of Lisbon.

He positioned his body to wrap around her, too. Protectively, as if nothing could hurt her. Nothing will, now that his feelings became real.

In the beginning, or a couple days ago, the money got to him. Money to buy everything. When he couldn't buy a human being… he got near angry and vowed to get what he wanted, selfishly. His feelings were growing real, and he was afraid to love another person.

It seems as though Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon aren't that different after all.

YAY! Long chapter, right? I HATE short chapters; basically you wait like a month for a 500 word chap, and you're just like WTF? I get the big chapters, keep you reading for a while. I know the tricks! Anyway, listening to "Defying Gravity" from the musical Wicked while I was finishing up the ending. Beautiful song, and the melody is just... it brings tears to my eyes, no lie! Anyway, I've seen myself on some of your favorites' lists (I stalk every reviewer with an account XD), and I am just beyond words. Thank you so much, I am in no comparison to all those REALLY good writers on here! It makes me feel, well, really good! Again, thank you, and please, review!