Title: Will You Marry Me?

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Thanks to DrEvilsketch, Famous4it, shepweir always, MK, waterbaby123, lucyyh, Jisbon4ever, phoenixmagic1, lysjelonken, Streak of the Sun, Frogster, dogeatdog, ShunKickShunKers, Ebony10, Yaba, BelleLee, Kate Tidly, and P. Schoeller for reviewing the last part, especially thanks to the anonymous reviewers I couldn't personally respond to.

I still haven't been able to use my favorite proposal just yet, but we're getting closer to it. I can't promise anything about updates at the moment, considering that school has now started again, I'm not only in the middle of an insane work schedule but I've also been dealing with a bout of lingering sadness...but it's nothing that a little J/L banter can't fix. ;)

I hope you all enjoy twelve and thirteen!

XII.

Lisbon glances at him, and he grins as the both of them sit in the dark SUV.

"We should go to the zoo."

"Why?"

She doesn't skip a beat, doesn't even glance at him until they stop at a red light and she has time to give him a questioning look.

"My hunches are good at best…"

"You have a feeling that our latest case involves the zoo?" He nods.

(Actually, their latest case has absolutely nothing to do with the zoo—not only does he just really want to see the aquatic birds, he also has something to show her.)

"How much of a feeling?"

"Oh come on Lisbon," he whines. "You could do with a visit to the local zoo; I know you've wanted to feed the ducks for sometime."

"Jane," she throws. "It's a zoo, not a lake and we're not visiting a zoo just to feed the ducks."

"But, I have a very strong feeling that our victim was apart of an animal drug trade smuggling ring…" She narrows her eyes, even as she focuses away from the road for a second or so. "Please?"

It seems that at the moment, please is the key to getting her to do what he wanted especially as he watches her sigh and nod, as if a fight with him wasn't even worth it.

(Which it probably wasn't, anyway—they both knew he would win.)

O.O

"…did you know that penguins can't swim backwards?" Lisbon blinks as they stare into the penguin exhibit, where some of the penguins were currently staring at the both of them. "It's really quite fascinating…"

"Jane, what do penguins have to do with our investigation?" She peers at him and he grins.

"Honestly?" She nods. "Nothing at all."

She blinks again, and his grin gets brighter.

"Actually," he continues on, while he glances at the clock on his cell phone. "I just needed you to see something." She narrows her eyes and he steps back. "Now, before you decide that you're going to throw me to the sharks or let me be eaten by jellyfish…"

"That's not even possible." She sputters in disbelief, anger and he wonders if she really would have tossed him to the sharks.

"Yes, well…just watch the glass below us."

Lisbon glances down at the glass floor that they're both standing on, and he keeps his eyes on the time—until she gasps and he eyes the floor.

(There's a sign that asks her to marry him.)

"You should probably just say yes already." He offers, as he eyes his nails. "The penguins will be overjoyed that you actually accepted a wedding proposal next to their habitat," he glances up at her. "I'm even surer that we could get a discount on the tuxedo waiters..."

"…and I'm also pretty sure, that the damned penguins…"

"Hey!" He interrupts her with a frown. "Don't take your anger out on the penguins, they did nothing wrong."

She doesn't say anything; instead, she just turns and walks away from him.

"Lisbon, wait up! I need a ride! I can't ride the bus; they'll make me sit next to the one guy who could kill me with a single finger. Lisbon!" He continues. "I don't think you want one dead consultant on your conscious."

He hurries after her, but not before he waves at the penguins.

"She didn't mean anything by it, I promise."

(The penguins don't actually respond, but he knows that deep inside—Lisbon hurt their feelings by not saying yes.)

XIII.

"Lisbon, I want you to meet somebody." She doesn't respond, and he knows it's because she's still angry with him over the whole penguin debacle yesterday. "Now come on, grumpy. You can't be mad at me all day, I said I was sorry fifty-seven times, don't you think you've tortured me enough?" She doesn't respond, and he drifts out into the bullpen to find his visitor. "She's not happy at the moment, but you know what to say right?" The man with the bizarrely fake mustache stares at him.

"Yes, Jane. I still think this isn't going to work, and this could get me suspended."

(The whole suspension bridge is something he's willing to cross, as Lisbon can't even suspend him.)

"I'm going to introduce you two." He beams and he motions for mustache man to follow him into Lisbon's office. She doesn't glance up at the two men. "Lisbon, I brought you a psychic."

"I thought you had enough of psychics, because I've certainly had my fill." Lisbon hisses and he grins. "Between you and…"

"This one is special however…" Jane jokes. "This one can actually tell the future." Lisbon glances over at the tall, muscled mustached psychic, who is also wearing a dark cape. "Go ahead, Oh Mystic One."

Oh Mystic One glares, before he opens his mouth.

"I have a feeling that somebody is going to ask you a question."

Lisbon raises her eyebrow, and Oh Mystic One pretends to be mysterious with a wave of the hand.

"…and you shall say yes to this very important question."

Lisbon moves from her desk to stand in front of the towering psychic, and with out a moment of regret, she reaches her hand up to the fake mustache and rips it off his face.

"Ouch!"

"Rigsby?" He pretends to be horrified. "I thought you were Oh Mystic One."

Rigsby glares at him.

"Jane," Lisbon spins on him and he throws his arms into the air. "Did you once again, pull one of your coworkers into your ridiculous stunt?"

"Lisbon," he mocks her, and she narrows her eyes as he clears his throat. "If you would just say yes to this very important question, I would never pull another stunt." She sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Will you marry me?"

"Wait." Lisbon halts him with her unused hand.

"What?"

"I'm getting a vision." She dryly tells him, as she continues to pinch the bridge of her nose. "It's of me responding to your question, and do you want to know what I said?" He nods. "Or rather, would you like me to show you what I did?" His eyes grew wide while Rigsby tries to slip out the door. "Stay." Rigsby couldn't escape. "Jane, close your eyes." He closes his eyes, and the excitement he feels as the exciting possibility that number thirteen is the lucky one, that she might just say...

(However, that quickly goes flying out the door when he lands on his backside and Lisbon's inside making calls to security. Now to think of it, thirteen was never his lucky number anyway…)