Sorry for the mistake guys! This is Chapter 3, enjoy!
The next day was a long one. It was already dark and out of the bullpen window Lisbon could see the lights of the city glittering like stars. She loved the city at night; it always looked so beautiful and full of energy. When she'd first moved to Sacramento she would sometimes just sit and stare at it. It was yet another thing she had to add to her 'what I'm going to miss' list. It was Cho's turn to stay at her apartment tonight and he was waiting downstairs for her.
She sighed as she closed the blinds of her office, preparing to go home and lie awake thinking.
Then suddenly, the door to her office was flung open and in walked Patrick Jane. Lisbon hadn't realised he was still at work.
"Evening!" he said brightly.
"What to you want?" she asked nonchalantly.
"I haven't disturbed you today because I noticed there was something wrong. I thought you might feel better by the end of the day, but that obviously didn't happen. So I thought you should talk about it." He said matter-of-factly.
"Go away Jane." She answered tersely.
"No I won't," he replied taking a seat on the chair opposite her. "I won't go away until you tell me what's wrong."
"There's nothing wrong, so go away," she lied.
"I'm insulted that you think I would be fooled by a lie as bad as that," he said, exasperation creeping into his voice.
Lisbon raised her head to shoot him a glare but as she did so Jane's eyes met hers. He reached across the desk and squeezed her hand gently, she knew she should pull it away, break the eye contact, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Again she realised Red John was right. Jane cared about her and she cared about him: she loved him. It took facing death to make her see it. She was in love with Patrick Jane.
"Whatever it is Lisbon you can tell me, I'm here for you."
Jane's words sent her hurtling back to reality and she swiftly averted her gaze and pulled her hand from beneath his. She felt the cool air around it acutely after the contrast of his skin's warmth. The cold sensation only served to remind her that soon her hands would be permanently cold.
"No I can't Jane, now please just leave me alone." She told him coldly. She really wanted him to leave. Lisbon could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she knew that if he didn't leave soon her barriers would break and words would spill from her mouth. Words that she didn't want to say.
"Lisbon, look at me." He sounded so concerned that the tone of his voice made her resolve break even more. Not just because she wasn't going to tell him what was going on but because of the hurt it would cause him if (when?) her body was found afterwards.
So she simply shook her head in refusal, not trusting her voice to not betray her feelings. Jane stood up and walked around the desk towards her. He brought his hand to cup her cheek and tried to turn her head towards him. Lisbon tried to resist his attempts, but found she didn't have the strength or will.
Once again their eyes locked and Lisbon could see a look of hurt and concern lurking in his stare. Tears once again threatened to overcome her as she imagined his pain when he found out. Not that she'd be there to see it of course.
"Teresa, please, just tell me what's wrong, I want to help." Jane was almost begging now, and her heart ached to tell him. She stood up, pulling his face from her hands. Then, turning her back to him, she strode to the other side of the room.
"Jane, please…" Lisbon stuttered "I can't…I just…I'm sorry." She was apologising for everything that already had and was going to happen.
He strode over to where she was standing and put his hands on her hips, turning her to face him. There faces were inches apart and the look in Jane's eyes was so sincere that Lisbon lost all sense of reality.
"Yes you can." She felt his words more than she heard them. And then she did the only thing she'd really wanted to do since he walked in the room. Since longer than that actually.
She captured his lips with her own. They shared a soft gentle kiss. Lisbon knew that she'd feel guilty later but right now all she wanted was to feel Jane's lips on hers.
After a few moments Jane pulled away, confusion obvious all over his face.
"Please Jane." Was her only reply before she kissed him once more. Jane returned the kiss with passionate fervour and before Lisbon knew what was happening she'd been pushed up against the wall. Their kiss was broken only when her fingers started toying with the buttons on his vest that the kiss was broken.
"Here Lisbon, really?" Jane asked, almost playfully, his breathing laboured from the passion of the kiss. His tone may have been light but Lisbon knew that it was an act and that he hadn't forgotten that there was something wrong. She pretended not to know. She'd deal with that later.
Instead, she immediately tried to kiss him again. But he pulled away.
"Hightower's still here, do you really want to her to walk in on you having sex with your consultant?" Jane asked. Once again his tone was teasing.
Lisbon leaned closer to him, close enough that he could feel her breath as she whispered in his ear.
"No I don't, which is why we're going back to my place." She grabbed his hand and led him out of her office and to the elevator, throwing seductive looks back at him every so often.
Waiting for the elevator was agonising, he stood as close to her as possible without touching her and she could feel his warm breath tickling her neck. The wait was enough time for conscious thought to return at least a little. What was she doing? She was determined for him not to find out about the letter and yet she was inviting him into her bedroom!
He brushed his hand against her hip and she realised that all she wanted to do was forget, about the letter, about Red John, about everything and just do something that she had wanted to do for a long time. Guilt could wait until the morning.
The ping of the elevator bell jolted them both from the agonizing wait. Quickly, the pair stepped into the elevator. The moment the doors closed Lisbon pulled her consultant into another passionate kiss.
She broke away when they reached the ground floor and thought she saw something flash fleetingly across Jane's expression. Concern, hurt, reluctance? Perhaps it was all of these things or perhaps none of them, but Lisbon knew that he knew there was something wrong and he was still determined to find out what. He was playing the long game.
Cho was stood by his car waiting for Lisbon. When he saw her walking out of he building hand in hand with Jane, Lisbon caught his eye and gave him a small nod that said 'Can you sleep in the car tonight?' Cho retuned her nod and got into his car to follow Lisbon and her unexpected passenger home.
Lisbon was a bit worried that Jane would notice that Cho was following them, but he was too caught up in her to notice anything going on outside of the car. When they pulled up outside her home he didn't look anywhere but at her.
As soon as Jane shut her front door, his lips were on hers. He kissed gently down her neck and over her collar bone. Lisbon felt goose bumps form on her pale skin in response. She threaded her fingers through his curls before pulling his head up to meet her eyes her expression almost adoring.
"This is where you say we shouldn't be doing this." Jane said with a seductive grin. Instead of following his suggestion, Lisbon silenced him by pulling him into another mind blowing kiss.
Nothing else mattered now but the soft caresses of lovers. Hands dancing across bodies, clothes falling to the floor, skin touching skin.
They didn't make it to her bed; they did make it to her sofa, their cries colouring the blank walls of the room with passion until they were both shaking with ardour.
Only then did they make it to her bed. There their naked limbs entwined again and their breathing slowed as they both feel into a deep, satisfied sleep.