Thank you sooooo much for your reviews! +happy dance+ That's so sweet, love to you all!!!

And yes, actually I'm planning on writing one for every episode; at the moment up to 1x12 (haven't watched 1x13-1x15 yet ;)).

Aly - seems like we both love the good couples +grins+

TWO - Being the gentleman

Set during the first motel room scene with Jane and Lisbon in "Red Hair And Silver Tape"; guess you'll recognize the scene ;)

"If I'm wrong, there's no harm done."

Not that she had any arguments against it. At least none he wouldn't be able to negative. Because in one way or another he was almost always right. One could call it a bad habit, but in the end, this habit helped them far too often. Now they were in a motel room, observing Van Pelt and Rigsby at an undercover dinner, and though she wouldn't admit it, Lisbon was pretty sure that it would be helpful, if not the solution of their case.

Walking around Jane, Teresa sat down on the couch. There was a comfortable moment of silence between them, before Patrick began to speak in a low voice.

"You truly haven't considered it?"

"What do you mean?" she wanted to know, eyes still fixed on the TV screen.

"You know - the reservation in the restaurant, you thinking I was going to try and seduce you..."

"I wasn't thinking that..."

"Are you sure you weren't?" Good question. Honestly, she wasn't sure. She hadn't thought about it. She had thought about him, of course, she was thinking about him often recently... Where the hell did that come from? - but about him trying to seduce her? No. While he was flirting with her, as she was with him, he had never done anything inappropriate. So what was this leading to? Maybe she should stop playing the defensive one and change to confrontation mode.

"Tell me. Should I?"

"I don't know. You can't deny a certain attraction." His voice was as calm as that of someone talking about the weather, but he wasn't less excited than Lisbon, who tried to ignore the tingling sensation she felt in her stomach.

"But you, Patrick Jane, are too much of a gentleman to try and seduce me like some second-rate macho."

"I'm flattered. Really. That was very nice of you to say," he said, and the intense look in his eyes made her turn red just the tiniest bit. And the TV screen was again her best friend.

He made her jump when he suddenly took her hand and lifted it a bit, leaning down at the same time. She never felt his lips touching her skin; nevertheless she felt the kiss he breathed on her hand.

When her legs turned to jelly, she was glad that she was sitting. She hated him and his charming manner, that it made her weak. What didn't mean she was going to pull her hand he was still holding away.

Because in some way, she also loved it.

END