Title: Will You Marry Me?
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The next chapter is ultimately the last chapter, however—we're not quite through with this story yet, now are we? XD I seriously hope you enjoy this chapter, because I couldn't stop laughing while I was writing it.
XIX.
"Ah, the favorite part of my job." He told her, as the both of them sat next to each other on the airplane. Lisbon didn't exactly look relaxed or happy about him sitting down next to her, he decided as he threw her a giant grin. "The free travel benefits. It's almost like being rich, but we're not…"
"I hope you don't expect me to entertain you the entire trip." Lisbon responded, as she continued to glance down at the book she was reading.
"Lisbon, why would you want to read when we have a window?" He asked her, as he peered over her out the open window. "I think I see the CBI from here…"
"If you can see the CBI from here, I wonder why you can't see when you're about to be punched then." Lisbon said, as she turned a page in her book.
"Once again, knowing what happens before it happens involves psychic ability—which I assure you, I don't have." Lisbon refused to respond, and he twiddled his thumbs together for a moment or so until he glanced back down at her. "I had no idea that you were psychic, but since you are one…" He ignored her glare. "I'm going to ask you to tell me what I'm about to do, you have three guesses."
"Jane!" Lisbon snapped.
"Lisbon!" He mocked, with a chuckle. "If you guess right, I'll leave you alone to read your romantic novel in peace."
"It's not a romantic novel."
"Of course not…"
"I don't even own a romantic novel!" Lisbon hissed in response.
"…I guess the romantic novel I found in your office, tucked under the couch cushions was Van Pelt's then?" He questioned, and he turned around to spot the red-headed agent in question. "I guess I'll just ask her then."
"Go right ahead," Lisbon remarked, as she continued to read before she glanced up at him. "And while you're at it, tell her that you've been raiding her desk to find said romantic novel." He frowned.
(It's not like raiding her desk was against any rules, after all, Van Pelt had never said anything about not raiding her desk.)
"It wouldn't have fit your tastes anyway." He informed her, and she raised her eyebrow toward him. "You're a secret romantic, so the stories involving nothing but sex and bondage don't enchant you."
"How do you know that doesn't enchant me?"
"Because Lisbon, I can read your mind." He responded, and he knew she didn't exactly believe that…so, he continued on with a charming grin. "But I've also looked at your bookcase, and nothing indicates that you're a psychopath,a sappy romanticist or a dominatrix, who has a thing for leather."
Lisbon merely glanced back down at her book, "I'm never going to let you in my home again."
"Restraining orders won't work on me, Lisbon…and you won't even know I'm there."
"B&E is a crime, just to let you know."
"Not if you don't get caught." He answered, and Lisbon shook her head.
"I'm going back to read, so I can pretend that you're not conspiring to commit a crime." Lisbon explained, and he stood from his seat. "Where are you going?"
"You're the psychic, you tell me." He responded, before he stepped down the aisle of the plane and toward the pilot's quarters.
"Sir, you can't be up here…" The flight attendant told him, while she grinned widely. "Please take your seat…"
"Kylee…" He interrupted her, with a glance at her nametag. "I wanted to ask if I could use the loud-speaker system to ask my girl-friend of three years to marry me." Kylee cooed, before she nodded and handed him the loud-speaker handset. "Now, how do I work it?"
"You just press here." Kylee gushed, as she pressed the button for him and he grinned, as Kylee released the button. "I hope she says yes."
"Thank you!" He turned back to the passengers, and pressed the speaker button. "Hello? Is this thing on?" He focused on Lisbon, as her head shot up from her book to stare at him in disbelief. "Is everybody enjoying their flight so far?"
The mumbles from the passengers caused him to grin.
"Wonderful! I suppose I should tell you that I'm not the inflight entertainment." Many of the female passengers (who apparently weren't married) cried out their phone numbers. "Anyway, I'm up here to ask Teresa Lisbon something." He pointed at her, and most of the passengers turned back to stare at her. "Lisbon, you've been my girl-friend of three years—will you do the honor of making me the happiest man alive, so we can get married and have tons of cute babies together?" Lisbon just stared at him, as the other passengers (except Cho, Van Pelt and Rigsby, who seemed to be viewing the proposal in almost fits of laughter) clapped. "I know I'm not the best man in the world; I annoy you, you annoy me, but I promise you that I will make all your dreams come true—leather included." Lisbon's jaw tensed, as he lowered himself down on one knee. "I also know our relationship hasn't been working out lately, considering you're the workaholic and I'm the perfect boyfriend—but I promise I'll be better, I promise that I'll clean the house and take Fluffy out for a walk, so he doesn't eat your loafers. Lisbon, I'll do anything for you—because, I'm perfectly crazy about you." The passengers awed. "Honestly, love. I don't know how better to say it…and I'd sing it, but you said my singing voice kills kittens." He smiled somewhat weakly at Lisbon, who seemed on the verge of committingmurder right then and there. "So, Teresa…will you marry me? Please say yes!"
He stood, and passed the handset back to Kylee—who seemed to be on the verge of tears—and slowly made his way to sit back down next to Lisbon.
"I bet you couldn't see that one coming." He whispered, instead of saying anything, Lisbon stomped on his foot. "Ouch!"
"Did you see that coming, boy-friend?" Lisbon hissed, and he opened his mouth to respond, when she stepped on his foot again.
"Is this how you answer all your proposals, Lisbon?" He asked. "Violence?" She glanced back down at her book.
(He winced as her foot came into contact with his leg as one of the passengers in front of them elbowed her husband, and asked why he couldn't have proposed to her like that.)
XX.
He felt something hit his chest, and he peeked down at the offending object to find that it was a simple, harmless green stuffed frog that Lisbon had tossed at him from beside his couch.
"You bought me a gift, Lisbon?" He asked her, as he held the object. "Don't be offended, as it's the thought that counts, but I'm not exactly a frog person."
"You know exactly why I brought this to you."
"It's not our three year anger anniversary is it?" He questioned, and Lisbon stared him down. "I didn't think so, so no, Lisbon. I did not sneak into your office, and place the frog on your desk with the intention of making you angry—so either, I've been hypnotized, which is very unlikely…as you've banned all hypnotists from the office, orrrrr…." He drew the 'r' out with a wide grin. "Somebody has a secret admirer."
"Secret admirer, huh?" She questioned. "How do you explain the stitching on the foot then?" He glanced down at the foot to find "P.J." stitched in white thread, on the very bottom of the left foot.
"I'm not the only P.J. in the CBI." He explained. "The janitor for example, his name is Pete Jenkins and the secretary, Pattie Jasper..."
"Jane!" Lisbon chided. "You're the only person stupid enough to continue asking me to marry you!"
"What does that have to do with your frog?" He questioned, as he handed it back to her and she snatched it from him.
"I also found a note with it. Do you know what it said?"
"Do not open until next September?" He replied innocently.
(Obviously, she either wasn't very amused or in a good mood as she threw the frog at him again.)
"No!" She hissed. "It asked if I would marry P.J., and do you know what I'm going to say to that?"
"…I hope you say no, Lisbon." He responded with a frown. "I don't think it would be a wise idea to marry a complete stranger, or even the janitor Pete…I'm sure he's half stalker." Lisbon cocked her head slightly in confusion, and he beamed. "However, if you tell this P.J. yes—send me an invite, I'll come for the free food."
Lisbon spun on her heels, and left him to chuckle on his couch.
—sometime later—
Somebody knocked on Lisbon's door.
"Come in!" Lisbon cried, and she merely glanced back down at the computer before she glanced back up to find the janitor (Pete Jenkins) in her office, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Ma'am, will you marry me?" Lisbon could only jump out of her seat and stomp into the bullpen, to find Jane in the middle of telling a joke to Van Pelt.
"…and the chicken said…Hi Lisbon! Was there something you needed?"
"What is the meaning of this!" She hissed.
"Lisbon, we're just telling a joke." Jane explained. "Would you like to…"
"Jane! Did you pay Pete Jenkins to come and ask me to marry him?"
"Ah, so Pete Jenkins is your secret admirer…he must be quite…froggy about you." Van Pelt stifled a laugh, and Lisbon narrowed her eyes. "However, I still advise you against saying yes. Unless, you're quite fly into him as well."
"Boss," Van Pelt interceded, weakly. "I've been here all afternoon with Jane, there's no way he could have found the janitor for this task."
"Somehow, he did it."
"Lisbon, would you like me to come save you from your quite-ribbiting fiancé?" Lisbon narrowed her eyes. "Excellent!" Jane clapped. "Van Pelt, you're ordained aren't you?"
"JANE!" Lisbon shouted, and Jane grinned back at her.
"Just kidding." He responded with a pause. "Or am I?" She wasn't amused. "Fine. Hey! Pete, come here!" Pete moved from Lisbon's office, and Jane frowned. "I guess Lisbon wants to be an old maid for the moment."
"Ah, it's alright." Pete answered. "I gots a wife anyway."
He threw the flowers away into the nearest trashcan, and continued to finish his work for the day.
"Well, now I'm just green with envy." Jane answered.
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