Author's Note: Thank you Sisterspy, Guest, tikismile, CrazerCat, virihu, MissDonnie, LAurore, Lady Arabella Malfoy, and FirebreathingDragon16 for reviewing the last two chapters of this fic. It means a lot to me. By the way, if I got the sandalwood and bergamot scent thing wrong I apologize. I have no idea what kind of "perfumes" men actually wear.

Personal Note to Lady Arabella Malfoy: This chapter was written for you. I really hope it's satifactory.

Morning Romp

She didn't want to wake up. She was warm, comfortable and the pillow smelt like…sandalwood and bergamot.

Wait, what? Why the heck did the pillow smell like sandalwood and bergamot? And why was it moving?

Lisbon raised her head slightly, opened her eyes and looked down blearily.

What she saw made her eyes go wide as saucers.

She was snuggled up to a sound asleep Patrick Jane.

With a mortified intake of breath she pushed herself off and away from her sleeping partner while clutching the covers protectively against her chest.

Unfortunately for her she'd been too surprised to realize how very close to the edge of the bed she was and with a surprised squeal she tumbled backward off the bed landing on the floor tangled in the sheets she'd brought down with her.

Jane awoke just in time to see Lisbon's legs fly up over her head as she toppled bodily from the bed onto the floor.

In startled concern he scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked down at the flailing mass of bedclothes.

Jane bit back a laugh as Lisbon threw back the blankets encumbering her. Her face was flushed, her hair was a riotous mess and she was gapping up at him, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to come up with something, anything, to say. Jane beat her to it.

"Good morning dear. Have a good sleep?"

All of a sudden Lisbon's expression changed from embarrassment to anger.

She disentangled herself fully from the bed's covers, stood and glowered down at him.

"Good morning?!" she said hotly. "I wake up with you in my bed and the first thing out of your mouth is good morning?!"

"I take it you don't remember how we ended up in bed together," he said, stating the obvious.

"Does this look like the face of someone who has any recollection of such a thing?'

"I assume that's a rhetorical question?"

"Of course it was a rhetorical question," she snapped. "What happened Jane? And you had better tell me the truth. I'm in no mood to be messed with."

"You were drugged last night," he answered simply.

"What?"

"Okay, clearly you don't remember that either. What's the last thing you do remember?"

"You dragging me around to help in one of your 'brilliant plays'."

"Ah, alright, well you're only missing a few hours worth. They should start coming back to you soon."

"That's fine Jane, but that still doesn't tell me how we ended up sleeping together."

He raised his eyebrows at her slip of the tongue.

"Oh don't give me that look you dirty old pervert. You know perfectly well what I meant."

"Dirty old pervert! Lisbon, I actually think I'm insulted. I'll have you know I didn't do anything you didn't ask me to."

"You mean I asked you to sleep with me?"

Jane chuckled and grinned cheekily at her second inadvertent verbal mistake.

The moment her eyes squinted at him angrily and she pressed her lips together in a tight line he sensed he might've blundered slightly.

Lisbon picked up one of the pillows from the bed and advanced on him threateningly.

Jane backed away from her.

"Now Lisbon, there's no need to stoop to physical violence."

She placed one knee on the mattress as she leaned closer to his retreating form.

"I disagree, there is every need for physical violence."

With that she raised the pillow and started to swing it down at him.

He grabbed her pillow wielding arm and leaned back to avoid her other hand as it reached out to cuff him realizing just a little too late how close they both were to the edge of the bed.

So for the second time in one morning Lisbon found herself falling off her mattress. The only difference this time was that she wasn't the only one letting out a surprised shout and she had a softer landing this time; being that she landed on Jane.

The consultant groaned.

"No offense Teresa, but I'm a little too old for bedroom romps."

Lisbon looked down at him. Feeling surprisingly unembarrassed by the fact that she was lying on top of Jane. Well, perhaps not so surprisingly. Putting things into perspective she had spent the night curled up with him in bed and this wasn't really that much more of a compromising position than that so…

"You're not the only one grandpa," she replied as she rolled off of him.

"Hey now," he huffed. "I said a little too old. There's no need to make me sound like I'm an antique."

"Yes well, you are getting closer to that half-century mark."

"Good grief, you make me sound as if I'm ancient," he grunted as he sat up.

His partner raised up on her elbows and looked at him amusedly.

"Need some help getting up, Creaky?"

Jane looked down at her with irritation.

"And to think I was going to make you breakfast."

"Breakfast?" Her expression switched to instant interest.

"Oh no, Lisbon," he said with authority as he raised himself with dignity from the floor. "There is no breakfast for mean little girls who can't respect their elders."

Jane puffed out his chest like a peacock and Lisbon had to bit back a laugh at his obvious flippant and playful behavior.

"Okay my handsome, middle-aged knight in shining armor, I apologize. Will you make me breakfast please?"

"That's more like it, and yes I will."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now go get cleaned up while I get everything ready," he commanded as he reached down, hauled her up off the floor and nudged her in the direction of the restroom.

Lisbon walked into the small room, turned around to face him and executed a smart salute as she swung the bathroom door shut.

She paused as soon as the door slammed. That had felt strangely familiar. But she'd certainly never saluted Jane before to her recollection.

Wait a minute, to her recollection. Jane had said the memories from the past few hours would come back. She'd probably done the same thing while she'd been under the drug's influence.

'Which reminds me,' she thought. 'He never did tell me how we ended up in bed together.'

Lisbon looked at herself in the mirror above her sink and more memories came flashing back.

"I need to brush my teeth. My breath smells like yuck."

"No, I can stand by myself."

"I know honey, but I'm just going to leave my hands here like this just in case. Okay?"

Honey? Since when did Jane call her honey?

'Then again maybe he didn't. After all I am a bit messed up at the moment. Maybe I imagined that part,' Lisbon tried to convince herself.

She shook her head, turned away from the looking glass and started the shower, adjusting it to the right temperature. Then she stripped hastily and climbed over the tub to stand under the showerhead's warm spray. Grabbing her body wash she squirted some onto her hand only to wash it off a moment later when she felt a bought of queasiness grab onto her stomach. Apparently the coconut and jasmine scent was a bit too much for the time being.

Lisbon placed one hand over her midsection and the other on her forehead and for some reason the action triggered a strange memory. A memory of Jane's hand on her forehead and a very weird conversation.

"I envy you sometimes. Because you know what it's like. Being married…having a baby. I'm never gonna have a baby…"

Lisbon closed her eyes in shame. Surely she hadn't revealed such personal and private things about herself to her best friend. Had she?

She slid her hand down her face and remembered something else she'd rather not have. She remembered her hand making the same journey, just in a slower and more intimate manner, over Jane's face. And saying something about "happily sad"? or maybe it was "sadly happy".

Lisbon slapped her palm against her head a couple of times. How could she have been such an idiot?

Her practical side answered her with a sensible reply.

'You weren't yourself. You were drugged. It's not your fault your tongue was a little loose last night.'

She knew it was true of course. She just didn't know how she was supposed to face Jane when she got downstairs.

Maybe she could pretend she hadn't remembered anything.

Oh, but who was she kidding. This was Jane. He'd know. He usually did.

Lisbon grabbed the unscented soap to wash up with, then moved on to scrub her hair. Thankfully her shampoo scent had no ill effects on her sensitive stomach.

Turning off the water she stepped out of the tub, grabbed one of her towels and started to dry off.

As she went back into her bedroom and dressed she thought about what the best approach to Jane would be. In the end she decided only to say something if he did first. Hopefully he would realize the discomfort she felt at him knowing personal thoughts she never told anyone and not bring it up. But this was Jane, he could be…unpredictable at times. She shrugged her shoulders and decided she'd simply have to go with it…whatever it turned out to be.

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Jane, realizing it was quite likely Lisbon's stomach would still be somewhat upset, made some very light pancakes and mixed up a topping that didn't contain syrup as that would probably be too sweet for her.

It didn't take her very long to finish upstairs and he was only half way through cooking the pancakes when she got downstairs.

As soon as he saw her face he knew she had remembered at least some of what had happened the night before. Part of him wanted to ask her what she'd recalled, but from her expression it wasn't too difficult to figure out and his suspicions were only confirmed when she glanced guiltily at his left hand, or more specifically, his wedding ring.

No, it definitely wouldn't be wise to talk with her about it now.

So instead he smiled warmly at her and said, "Hey, food will be ready soon."

"That's fine," she responded without looking at him.

She went for the coffeemaker, but Jane blocked her before she could get to it.

"That might not be such a good idea Teresa."

After a moment or two she conceded it probably wasn't. No need to upset her stomach unnecessarily.

"I put the kettle on," he continued. "Found some chamomile in the cupboard. It should be okay."

"Sounds good," Lisbon replied.

Jane handed her a plate of pancakes.

"Did you get the syrup out?" she asked.

"Nah, try this," he slide a bowl of something fruity looking toward her. "It's not as sweet, so it'll be easier on your tummy."

"Tummy?" Lisbon smirked.

"Something wrong with that?" he challenged.

"No, just sounds kinda funny, that's all."

Jane smiled back at her and made the snap decision to do something he'd been wanting to do ever since he'd woken up.

Leaning toward her under the guise of placing a fork on her plate he planted a short kiss on her cheek, "coincidentally" landing dangerously near her mouth.

He pulled back before Lisbon really had time to register what had happened.

Jane went back to dishing the remaining pancakes onto his own plate and switched off the electric skillet. It was nearly a minute before she demanded, "What the heck was that?"

Jane blinked at her innocently.

"What? You kissed me. I'm not allowed to return the gesture?"

"I did what?" she squeaked.

"Last night," he clarified.

Her green eyes flickered away from his in humiliation.

"You didn't do anything more Lisbon," Jane reassured her.

"Nothing?"

"Nope, not a thing. I brought you home, you threw up, I helped you get cleaned up and afterward you asked me to stay with you, so I did."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"Well…that's a relief."

Lisbon moved toward the now whistling teakettle to turn it down, but as she did so she felt Jane at her back, much too close to be innocent.

She froze as his hands came into view at her side.

What was he doing? Why was he doing all this? Was he really so cruel as to try and play with her emotions like this?

But instead of touching her he reached over and turned down the kettle, then lowered his head close to hers.

When he spoke Lisbon jolted slightly.

"So you're saying that if anything more ever happened you'd be upset?"

"I…" but she didn't get any farther because at that moment she felt a pair of warm lips on the side of her neck.

Her small intake of breath was barely audible but Jane heard it anyway.

"Is that a no?"

Before she could answer Lisbon felt his mouth move higher till he came in contact with a small sensitive area just behind her ear. She let out a soft giggle before she could stop it.

Jane stopped his ministrations.

"What?"

"Nothing," Lisbon replied quickly. "Just a little…ticklish."

"Back here?" he asked in surprise and kissed the same place again.

This time Lisbon laughed out loud and moved away to escape Jane's teasing lips.

Opening one of her cupboards she grabbed two mugs and brought them out.

When she turned around she found Jane looking at her with an amused expression on his face.

"What?" she mumbled awkwardly.

"I just don't think I've ever known anyone who was ticklish there," he gestured to the area with his hand.

"Well it's not normally," Lisbon explained. "It's just when people kiss me there."

"Ah," he nodded in understanding. He moved closer and placed his arms loosely around her waist.

Instinctively Lisbon brought her hands up and placed them lightly against Jane's chest.

"So," he continued. "Would that be a yes, you'd be upset, or a no, you wouldn't?"

Lisbon looked down at her hands, unable to meet his eyes anymore. The intensity burning in them had her feeling like she wanted to do something to him that they weren't really ready for yet.

"I'd say it's a definite, maybe not."

After a few moments of silence she risked a glance up at him. He was smiling.

"That's excellent," he said softly.

Lisbon thought for a second that he was actually going to kiss her properly and she was seriously considering kissing him back, but all of a sudden his expression shifted completely and he released her.

"Now," he announced brightly. "Let's eat breakfast before it gets cold. And we wouldn't want to be late for work, would we?" He winked mischievously at his partner.

Lisbon shook her head at him affectionately.

"No we wouldn't," she agreed while contemplating how much she had to learn about this Jane she'd never been given the privilege of seeing before. Well, she certainly was going to enjoy getting to know him. And hopefully she'd be doing so for the rest of her life.

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