First of all: Thank you for not killing me for the last part and the daydream kiss ;) I wouldn't have been able to write another part if the kiss had been real.
So I have to thank you even more for all the reviews - and for your answers to my question concerning the promo and next week's episode :) I have given up trying to stop laughing...

BONUS TWO - Feeling

Different take on the last scene of "Bloodshot" - and what could have happened afterwards.
I think Aly has been suggesting such a story :)
I know I have been a bit mean to you with the last part and the whole daydreaming thing. I still think that it might be OOC for them to kiss just yet. Nevertheless... Last time it was up to you and your imagination if this dream was coming true. This time though... um... ah, just read it +laughs+

Nothing was able to stop the rays of the sun. Nothing was able to lock them out, to deny them the permission to fill a room, a hall - a day. The sun was an unconquerable force that didn't know any frontiers, barriers, or limits. It was warming the world, and the life on it; it brought joy to people's hearts, kissed them good morning and embraced them in the evening. It made happy people glow and cheered up the sad ones. It was the divine force of nature.

And never had Patrick Jane been happier to feel the sun. To feel and, more important, see it. When he had woken up where he had been sleeping on the couch in the CBI office, he felt and saw the morning sunbeams. The sun was infusing everything - even through his bandages and closed eyelids he was able to see it.

His heart beating with a feeling of relief and happiness he had rarely experienced during the past five years, he sat up and breathed in deeply; than he removed the sunglasses he was wearing, as he did carefully with the bandages that were covering his eyes.

Slowly he opened his eyes, let them adjust to the light of the sun, and focalize - on his boss. He had heard the footsteps of the person entering the floor, and he had recognized the steps as Teresa Lisbon's. But, while at any other time, he would have immediately acknowledged her, right at this moment something had been just more important than anything and everyone else. It seemed to be some kind of destiny that, of all things and people he could have seen first after getting his sight back, it was her he saw.

And it was indeed a beautiful sight.

Her face showing a mixture of anxiety and hope, of expectancy and worry, she slowly came closer. He felt like jumping up and hugging her, like sharing his happiness with her. Yet he didn't trust his head to not spin when he would stand up right now, so he decided to just greet her...

"You have no notion how good it is to see your face..." It was then that he realized that the ever-present small wicked and joking voice in his head was as alive as him. "...Rigsby."

Well, but thanks to his wicked inner voice, her expression was definitely worth a mint.

"Rigsby?!" she asked confused, and he knew that without all the training of controlling emotions, he would have laughed aloud. Instead, he remained silent for some long seconds, looking at her. Normally, when he was giving her such an intense look, she would just turn away. But now that she was awaiting his reaction, it also allowed him to take in the delicate features of her face that were illuminated by the light of the sun and made her skin glow with a golden touch. His fingers began to prickle when he remembered the feeling of her soft skin against his fingertips...

"Jane?" Her voice brought him back from his thoughts, reminding him carefully that she was still there and waiting for an answer. And his answer was nothing else than his famous wide smile. She returned the gestured and smiled with him when she realized that he had only teasing her a bit; she was too relieved to grumble at his behavior.

She knew better than to not appreciate having the old Patrick Jane back - with all his skills, including his power of observation. He was, after all, a valuable member of her team, even though there were moments she only thought of him as annoying.

Also she knew better than to appreciate seeing his eyes again, seeing them look at her; seeing them laugh along with his lips. It had become a part of her life, him and his nature, one she didn't want to miss anymore.

And she had to realize that it wasn't as hard to admit as she had guessed.

"How are you?" she asked after seconds of staring and smiling.

"Fantastic," he responded, finally raising, leaving his comfortable seat on the couch to stand before her.

"Glad to hear that. Well... I've some work to do. So if anyone needs me - I'm in my office." With that, she turned away and wanted to leave, but he caught her arm with his hand and whirled her back, right against him, and hugged her.

He just needed someone to hug, to express the happiness his body was containing.

"Thank you," he said and, in his high spirits, kissed her - right on her lips. Only when he let her go, he realized what he had done - and couldn't help but grin. He caught himself being slightly disappointed when the reaction he was then awaiting didn't come. When there wasn't any a reaction at all. She just did what she had wanted to do - turned away and left for her office.

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The day had left them without a case, so she had spent it in her office keeping herself busy with paperwork she hardly had time for. And it had been a good way to keep one certain man out of her mind and her way. Except for their morning encounter, she hadn't seen Jane the whole day. And she didn't mind - there were definitely some things she needed to analyze, her very own "case" she needed to close. Running into Jane wouldn't have been helpful then.

As soon as she had left work, the thought of him and their relationship, and what kind of relationship they had, had intruded her mind. The kiss Jane had given her hadn't been spectacular; in fact, it had been more a kiss between friends, an impulse caused by his joy about his sight returning. Yet the feeling of his lips still lingered on hers, didn't leave her, and it had made her think about him and her attraction to him she just couldn't deny. Of course she was attracted to him; and in this special case it was good to know that she was only one among... well, many other women. Unfortunately, it didn't change the fact that she was seeing him every day, had to work with him. And that didn't make things easier.

She came home around 7pm, she made dinner and ate something, she cleaned up her apartment a bit, and she watched TV - and all that she did with her mind occupied with what had happened in the morning and this one man she was now working with for so long and who still managed to fascinate and surprise her - in the positive as well the negative meaning.

It was shortly before midnight when she gave in to her tiredness and slipped, together with her musings, into the land of dreams.

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Half asleep on her couch, she didn't recognize the sound clanging through her apartment instantly. It was 1am, as the clock on the wall over the TV told her, and by no means would she have expected someone knocking at her door. But it was definitely the sound of a knock coming from her front door.

Trying to chase away the sleepiness, she nearly stumbled over her own feet. She definitely needed to go to bed; she even considered to ignore the knock, but damn her agent instincts that kicked in and didn't left her much of a choice.

The surprise of the face she was seeing through her peephole made her wake up completely. It was Jane who was waiting for her to answer the door; standing like a statue on her doormat; never moving even when she opened the door. She wanted to greet him, to ask him what he was doing there at her doorstep at this late hour - but when she looked into his eyes, all words she could have said were forgotten.

Those normally kind and watchful eyes were now wild; his look disturbed and confused, like the one he had given her when he had showed her the text with the bomb threat - and yet different. More... passionate.

"I want to feel it again," he suddenly whispered, and she couldn't hold back a gasp. She didn't need to ask what he was talking about. There was a lump forming in her throat and she wordlessly stepped back to let him into her apartment.

"So...," she began, intending to break the silence - and the tension that was tangible. He didn't do her the favor to answer. He only stood in front of her and stared at her.

The situation was strange, and it was disturbing. This wasn't the Patrick Jane she knew. This was a completely different man; one who wasn't controlling emotions and actions anymore, but was controlled by them. She didn't know what had happened; she only knew that he was standing in front of her, his piercing gaze hypnotizing her, his inner fight visible through his eyes, and didn't say a word. He was just watching. Even she was unsure what to feel. Anxiety? Panic? Confusion? Longing?

She began to become paralyzed by him and his look, how he was holding her eyes with his. How he didn't let go; she couldn't have looked away, even if she had wanted to. She felt enchained, enchained to his powers and his being. They were like two worlds drifting towards each other, knowing they would collide sooner or later, but they didn't care. Because it had been like that since their first day together and the collision had been inevitable from the very beginning. Now that she felt the collision nearing she knew that there was no way to evade the inevitable. She gave up trying to ignore the tingling sensation in her stomach when he stepped closer.

Everything that happened then was like a dream; like she was wrapped up in cotton, totally lost to the world. The world could have turned upside down and she would have been totally oblivious to it, because all her senses were only focused on him.

The first thing she felt were his fingers entwining with hers. It was a gentle touch that was belying what she was seeing in his eyes; the longing, the lust probably. His hands played with her fingers, like he was trying to see them with his touch. A touch that was feathery light and tickled her, but she couldn't pull her hands away. It was sending shivers down her spine, it gave her goose bumps. She wanted to close her eyes, to shut off one sense in favor of the others, but somehow she feared that the spell was going to break as soon as she lost eye contact with him. Something told her that it was what all this was about - her senses. About seeing, feeling, smelling and maybe tasting him.

With rational thoughts and everything that seemed to be just so irrelevant and unnecessary right now banned from her mind, she didn't realize immediately when his hands left hers and wandered up her arms, over her shoulders, to finally continue their touches and caresses on the sensitive skin of her neck, and soon she didn't know what to concentrate on first. There was this tingle running down her back; there was the heat radiating from his body she felt even more with every second; there was his breath that grazed her face, while his seemed to come closer in slow motion, yet never moved.

She couldn't have explained what he was doing to her. She felt like he was controlling her, her body and senses, her emotions and feelings. His touch was blessing and torture at the same time. His hands had taken their way up to her face, his fingers exploring every line. She wanted to smile, to let him feel her smile for real this time, but she wasn't in control of her muscles. She felt weak under his touch, and yet powerful.

His next movement she, to her surprise, felt more than she saw it. What his hands had done seconds before, were now doing his lips; they wandered over her face to take in the details of her features. It was his voice that echoed through her mind when his lips touched her cheeks and the corners of her mouth.

I want to know what your face feels like when you're smiling.

She still couldn't smile, but she was sure she didn't need to. He probably would sense the smile her whole body was containing. And somewhere inside of her, there was this smile he was causing, not only now, but since she had gotten to know him.

Now that she wasn't able to see his eyes anymore she finally allowed herself to close her eyes, and gave in completely to the sensation of his touch on her skin. But while her face had his attention, her hands began to feel cold at the loss of his touch. She felt a jolt go through his body when she brought her hands up to rest them on his chest. In a smooth movement, his hands wandered back to hers and took her down beside them, and his lips found hers at the same time.

It was a sheer first touch when their lips met, and yet it was like an explosion of emotions that left her breathless even before he started kissing her. Her whole body was trembling, her hands grabbing his tighter to at least have the feeling of having something to hold on. The connection of their hands only seemed to intensify the feeling on her lips when he finally started caressing them with his. It was a tender, loving, somehow asking kiss, with no hint of the longing his eyes had spoken of. He tasted like summer, like sun and rain, warming and refreshing at the same time.

But it was nothing compared to the feeling that rushed through her when he deepened the kiss. His hands left hers again and encouraged them to embrace his body like he did with her when his strong arms came around her, pulled and held her close to him. The full contact of their bodies sent all her senses to high alert, feeling his muscular form against her, his body heat nearly burning her.

His tongue was asking for entrance she granted willingly - only hadn't she guessed that the effects of this decision were going to make her senseless. It took her mental sense away, and left her with only her physical senses. It was her instinct that made her push him towards the couch before her legs gave in.

The last thought she would be able to recall in the morning when he carefully laid down, holding her close and fast in his embrace, was that it felt like he was making love to her by kissing her. And maybe it was good for her mental health that she never had the chance to actually think about what it would be like to have him make love to her in the known way...

END

Yes, believe it, it wasn't a daydream or else this time, it was real. ;)
And this also means: All The Times is finished now. This was the last part and I hope you liked it.

Hugs and kisses to you all for all your reviews; I had much fun reading them and they were truly a motivation. Thank you very, very much!!!

Love, CK