Aly - are they really replaceable? I know what you mean, and it's the same with me, but I still can't get them out of my head and heart... :(

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I might have known your answers (without uncanny abilities - although I would love to have some - I don't think of them as uncanny ;)), but then you could have said that "All the times" is just fine as it is and the following/bonus parts should be posted as another series.

Anyway, you've decided and because I love to follow your wishes - here we have it, the (first) bonus part.

Remember I wrote that "Flame Red" contains two scenes worth a story? Well, here's the second scene... one of my most favorite Jane/Lisbon scenes re-written.

For all my readers and reviewers - with a gigantic THANK YOU - I hope you enjoy the story! :)

BONUS ONE - Dancing in the rain

Set at the end of "Flame Red", when Jane and Lisbon are standing on the front porch while it is raining heavily.
This one will be very kitschy and very much cliché; just in case you don't like something like that :) And I hope you won't kill me for the ending ;).

It wasn't that she didn't like rain. In fact, she loved it. It was just that she didn't like standing in or running through the rain without an umbrella. Because she definitely didn't like getting soaking wet just because the car was a few feet away and it was raining so hard that she would be in need of a towel and preferably a hot shower afterwards in any case - even after only two seconds.

Standing on the front porch, her mind was racing; thinking how she could possibly avoid getting wet enough to get wrung out afterwards. It was probably going to take her more than an hour before she would arrive at home and she didn't want to spend the time sitting in her car, wearing wet clothes.

Her colleague and team's consultant Patrick Jane, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind the rain or getting wet. His face showing something she identified as childish happiness, he looked up into the sky.

"Shall we?" she heard him ask and she nodded. She could have thought about the whole rain problem for countless minutes more but she knew that there was no way to stay dry anyways.

She didn't mind when he caught her hand in his; she was only thinking about reaching the car as soon and fast as possible. And that harmless kind of body contact wasn't so unusual with him. Only problem was, they were standing in the wrong order; they had to change sides to get to the right sides of the car. She already saw them stumbling over their own feet because the ground was muddy and the rain made it hard to keep the eyes open. She was considering and evaluating every possible problem on their way to the car.

But by no means would she have expected him to not let go of her hand when she wanted to run past him to the driver's side. Instead, he hold it fast, and pulled her towards him, the arm of the hand that had been holding hers a second ago now coming around her body. He was laughing, a happy, bright smile on his face, and his kind eyes were looking down at her in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

She didn't know if he was reading in her eyes or if he was just looking at her while lost in thoughts; in either way, his eyes were hypnotizing. And she definitely liked it. She got lost in them and barely noticed his other hand coming up to frame her face, and that his thumb caressed her cheek.

The touch was light and gentle and she needn't to be a psychic to know what was coming next. Yet she wasn't prepared for his lips gently meeting hers, kissing her so softly that she wasn't sure it was actually happening. The kiss was incredible tender and loving and was doing funny things to her stomach - and to her heart. When her legs felt like they were giving in any second she grabbed his jacket to hold herself up.

His completely soaked jacket.

Carefully she pulled away, but only far enough to be able to speak.

"It's raining," she commented, the protest in her voice very half-heartedly.

"I know," he answered against her lips, then kissed her again. And she was helpless. She was at the mercy of him and his touch, never able to offer any kind of resistance, even if she had wanted to. What was the other problem - she didn't want to resist. She didn't want to pull back, to lose this feeling. It was just too good to be true.

"I think I like the rain," she told him breathlessly when their need for air finally made them end the kiss, and gave him a loving smile.

"Me too," he answered - but somehow, his voice sounded strange. Like it was coming more from beside her than in front of her. She closed her eyes for a second - and when she opened them again, she was standing on the front porch, Jane still next to her. He looked at her. "You okay? You seemed a bit... absent-minded."

Lisbon felt a blush crawl up her face and desperately tried to avoid him seeing it; she really didn't want to know which conclusions he would make, seeing her blush after he had caught her daydreaming, and while she was still a bit breathless. This was, after all, Patrick Jane, the man who read people's minds like others read newspapers.

"Nope. I'm fine," she simply stated, making it clear that there was no reason for further questions. And he seemed to accept it. From the corner of her eye, she saw him looking up into the sky, with a look that showed that he wasn't entirely pleased with the weather, but then that he also didn't care.

She prepared herself mentally - again - for running through the rain, when she heard him ask "Shall we?" and her mind went blank. Last thing she noticed was that he took her hand and pulled her with him...

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Okay... can anyone PLEASE tell me how to stop laughing about the promo of next week's episode's? I'm dying here! "Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about." +rofl+