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Chapter 2: Every Move You Make

The day started off perfectly normal, well as normal as it could be with a Jane on the loose, and Teresa was actually looking forward to a quiet and relaxing day. The emotional turmoil of the last few days was starting to sink in, and she felt more than a little drained.

She was trying desperately to keep her emotions in check, but every time she saw Fischer and Jane, jealousy spread through her like a poison.

They said the color of jealousy was green, but she could only see red when she looked at them. Jane noticed this, she was sure of it, he noticed everything, he was probably trying to provoke her the son of a…then suddenly a cruel smile spread out on her lips, and she crackled, not unlike the villans in the Disney cartoons she used to watch as a kid. If there was one thing she had learned from Patrick Jane, it was that Revenge was a bitch, and it was best served cold. She just had to wait for the perfect time to carry out her plan. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Jane" she thought "but you're in for a hell of an evening" and she didn't mean it in a good way.

Jane of course, knew exactly what he was doing to her. he felt sort of guilty when he bantered and flirted with Kim but seeing the jealousy in her eyes fueled with love, pure unconditional love directed at him, took his breath away and made it worth it. He guessed that Teresa had planned a nice, quiet evening in front of the TV, drinking wine or eating ice cream. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Teresa" he thought "but you're in for a hell of an evening" and he didn't mean it in a good way.

The dance floor was alive, the music so loud he cringed when he walked into the club. He felt stupid and out of place. At least he had remembered to change into casual clothes; he couldn't even imagine how ridiculous he would've looked if he had walked in with a three piece suit.

He could barely believe his eyes, when he had seen Teresa walk out of her house in a dress. He had been sure she would be spending the evening at home. It more than a little intrigued him, and it was then that it dawned on him that he didn't know this part of her at all, and being Patrick Jane, he had to know her every part of her… life, so he had followed her, sure it was sort of stalkerish but hey, he was her almost boyfriend, he had the right to know what she was doing every second of the day.

He looked around the crowded room, now if he could just spot…fuck… that was the only word that came to his mind when he saw her. She was poured into a red décolleté cocktail dress that hugged her small frame, emphasizing her breasts and showing off her slim waist, the skirt flowing freely around legs that seemed to go on forever, she was wearing black stillos and she had killer thighs. His mouth went dry as mental images of Teresa's legs wrapped around his waist, evaded his mind. He tore his eyes away from her legs and continued the journey up her body, it was then that he noticed that she was laughing with a guy, a really good looking guy, all dark hair, olive skin and apparently very well built. He wanted nothing more than to barge in between them, and blow his cover, but the thought that Teresa would shoot him if he did, kept him rooted to the ground, and he could do nothing but stare as the guy held out his hand for Teresa, and she took it with one of her dimpled smiles.

Teresa Lisbon was having the time of her life, and it was thanks to one man, a certain handsome, blonde man by the name of Patrick Jane. She had noticed that he was following her, she wasn't a detective for nothing, and boy was it fun to tease him. She had purposely chosen her most revealing dress, and had called Nicky on her way to the club to tease him even further.

She had met Nicky in a super market when she was a teenager, and as they both went there regularly, they had ended up chatting. He was smart, funny, good looking and everything she would want in a man. She had a huge crush on him back then, so she had followed him to a club, and to her surprise, she had found him dancing expertly on stage, he was amazing, and she had instantly fallen in love with him, so she had decided to take dance lessons to grab his attention. One thing had led to another and before she knew it, she was dancing on stage with him. It was after one of their exotic dance numbers that she had blurted out her feelings for him; he had blushed a deep crimson, and told her that he had a boyfriend. She had been heartbroken and humiliated and as a result, had sulked for roughly 6 months, until she had finally gotten over him. Since then they were best friends, and had performed together whenever her demanding job gave her a chance. She had called him on this particular day, to teach a certain blonde-haired consultant a lesson. He thought he could affect her by playing dirty "well" she thought "two can play the game".

The lights dimmed considerably, and Jane lost sight of Teresa."How on earth did people come to clubs regularly, without becoming deaf or blind… or possibly both?" He thought absent-mindedly, as he frantically searched around for the breathtaking woman who had stolen his heart. The lights the small stage lit up, and just like that, his worst nightmare started to play out before his eyes.

Teresa felt truly amused without being irritated, for the first time since she had met Jane. The song she had chosen for her and Nicky was "play" by Jennifer Lopez. It was a sexy, and familiar song, she could do the number in her sleep, which gave her opportunity to watch Jane's reaction to her teasing. she looked around, and caught sight of Jane standing near the bar looking around like a lost puppy, and her heart melted to the floor when she saw the color drain from his face as soon as the song started playing.

Jane didn't remember the last time his self control had been tested like this. He was fuming to the point of catching fire; meanwhile, Teresa looked like she had no other care in the world, she was practically blending into the guy as they both started moving. Her movements were graceful, effortless like everything else about her, like she was always beautiful; although he was sure she never paid attention to her looks, hell she probably didn't notice that all the men in the room were staring at her, as in awe of her beauty as he was now.

When he looked at her dancing with this guy looking so…happy, he felt guilty, the familiar feeling pouncing on him like a predator on his prey. why was it that he had never made her this happy? Why was it that all he had caused her was grief and heartache? He was just beginning to berate himself for being such an ass to her, that he noticed something: while he was so distracted with Teresa, he hadn't noticed that the guy she was dancing with was eying him in the most peculiar way, it seemed like he…he was gay! How hadn't he seen it ?and judging by the way Teresa's eyes twinkled with amusement, it seemed like the little minx new all about It, which meant she had known he was following her all along. And just like that his guilt vanished, along with all his visions of Lisbon dressed as an angel, she was most definitely not an angel, tonight she was the devil in a red dress. His smile became feral, and his eyes grew wild, he would teach this little devil a lesson she would never forget. With that last thought, he pushed his way up to the stage.

Teresa was twirling one last time, when she realized she had lost track of Jane. Maybe he had left, the mere thought that she was not important enough for him to at least fight for her, made her lips curl into a pout. She wanted to cry as she looked franticly for Jane, maybe she had taken it a bit too far, maybe …the lights dimmed and she parted with Nicky, getting mentally ready for the next number. She had picked this one specifically for Jane, she wanted him to know how she felt, after she had seen him with Fischer, she had realized how much she loved him too much to let him go. Maybe it was just too late… the song started playing, and the lights came back on. She twirled expertly and was instantly cocooned within two warm arms, her eyes came up to meet Nicky's, but instead of black orbs, she was staring into two sea green eyes. her heart stopped beating and her legs started shaking as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, his hot breath fanning against her neck, his lips grazing her earlobe with every word, "you've been very naughty tonight Teresa" the use of her first name coming so sensually from his lips turned her legs into jelly, and she held onto him, struggling to stay upright "but don't worry I will punish you very…very…severely tonight"…

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