With the interview hitting the biggest brick wall that Jane had ever encountered he waved his hand casually at the mirror, collected his file; and left. He sighed as the door shut behind him, he could feel Kristina's eyes burning into his back. He shook the frustration out of himself and began his light footwork down the corridor.

Without knocking he entered Lisbon's office, pulled the door closed behind him; and promptly flopped onto the couch, "I've got to hand it to you Lisbon; you gave as good as you got. The bruise on her face is magnificent!"

Lisbon was sat at her desk, head in her hands, she didn't move to acknowledge his presence. She didn't even tell him off for not knocking first.

Jane glanced suspiciously across to her, "You okay?"

"You know... Jane..." she looked up at him, "I thought Red John had you, I got knocked unconscious by who I thought was probably Red John and then I find that Kristina 'I'm a nut job' Frye was behind the whole damn thing... So no Jane... I'm not okay. I... Why are you even in here?"

"So I knew it wasn't Red John the minute I saw the face on her wall... The circle was drawn completely wrong..." he drew and imaginary circle in the air before tucking his hands behind his head, "But what I didn't know... Was why... So naturally I allowed myself to be captured..."

"Oh... You allowed yourself to be captured huh? Don't be ridiculous Jane. She did a number on you... Accept that. She knew you'd go running like a little lost puppy the minute it looked like Red John was after her. She joined the health club the same day we went to check the place out. She knew you were working the case. She's just so… Arrgh damnit!" She slammed her hand down on the desk in frustration.

Jane shrugged thoughtfully, "Sneaky little thing isn't she... Not as good of a liar as you are... But... She comes pretty close"

"Me? A liar? And what have I lied about?"

"Oh you're not lying to me. You're lying to yourself," he told her casually. He pointed at his eyes, "They give you away..."

"Oh really? Well for your information I am not lying to myself about anything"

"Liar"

"What?"

"Oh come on Lisbon I can read you like a book. Stop fighting with yourself. Whatever it is that you want, that you're telling yourself you can't have, take it. It's yours"

Lisbon tried her best to glare at him but there was a seriousness in his expression that threw her completely off balance.

"I know what you want Lisbon, I'm telling you it's yours"

Lisbon got up, "See you tomorrow Jane"

"Pizza" She thought she heard him say as she strode off quickly.

She snuggled up into a ball on her sofa in her sweat pants and hoody, she flicked through the many channels on the TV with the gentle hum of the microwave in the background. This was Teresa Lisbon's life. This is what she did. When she wasn't working she was sat at home catching up on shows, and nine times out ten coupling that with a tub of ice cream – today however she'd opted for a microwavable something. She was content – for now. The television flickered an array of coloured lights across her face, her delicate features more on show now than usual.

A knock at the door made her freeze – she muted the TV. Her well trained eyes watched the door intently. The knocking happened again – she got up; and crept, slowly down the small hall. Teresa pressed herself up against the door, peering out through the peep hole.

Patrick Jane stood there, looking as smart as ever, pizza box in hand. He waved happily, "Hi"

Teresa gritted her teeth, cursing silently as she opened the door, "Jane… What are you doing here?"

"I thought you may like some pizza," he pushed the box into her hands, "Can I come in?" He swayed on the balls of his shoes peering past her into the chaotic mess that was her home.

"Well you can't stay out here someone might see you!" She dragged him inside and slammed the door shut quickly. She'd hardly had time to turn around; he was already disappearing into her kitchen area, "Jane! Wait!" – Too late. The consultant had already removed his jacket and was rolling up his sleeves. He moved around the kitchen as though he'd lived there all his life, setting out two plates and two glasses. He accepted the pizza box from Lisbon's hands.

"Still hot," he beamed.

"What did you say?"

"The pizza… It's still hot…"

"Oh… Right"

"You too of course," Jane added sensing her disappointment, "It goes without saying" She smiled gratefully, only Patrick Jane could say such a thing as she stood before him in her sweat pants.

They ate silently, the television was on low; it was all a bit surreal. Teresa wished that she had a table to sit at, she imagined that Jane was far more used to fine dining rather than slumming it in front of the TV.

Jane had even surprised himself at how at home he had been. He had told himself that he would act naturally, though not so naturally that it seemed as though he lived there. Even so, he still found himself taking their empty plates back into the kitchen and washing them. While he was washing Teresa glanced around and cringed, she'd never really tried to make the place look acceptable. She was hardly there because of the demanding job; and she didn't have friends over. Well she wouldn't have friends over even if she had any.

They sat and watched television in silence. Lisbon grinned to herself, it was always more bearable when Jane was there. The pair sat up late into the night, there was a marathon of shows Lisbon had planned on catching up on. Jane was more than willing to oblige in keeping her company as she did so, after all, sleep wasn't really his thing.

When the time came for Jane to leave, Lisbon grabbed his arm, her eyes silently pleading with his, begging for him not to leave her.