So, I've decided to go ahead and mark this story as complete. I think I've taken it as far as I want to go without having them fall too much out of character. In the future, I may add more chapters as new activities come up, but right now I'm pretty pleased with ending it here! I hope everyone has enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed! I've appreciated all your comments and funny stories! Anyways, here's a nice fluffy chapter to end on (for now!) Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

Two nights later, Theresa Lisbon sat on her couch watching Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail. It was one of her favorite movies, and her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream made it even better. She frowned when her doorbell rang and she mentally reviewed her schedule. Nope, nothing planned. Groaning, she set down her ice cream and headed to the door.

"What the hell are you doing, Jane?" She was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening with Ben & Jerry. The last thing she wanted to do was discuss her possible feelings for a certain consultant, possible feelings that were definitely against regulations.

"Do you realize how often you say that?" He said with a smile, shifting from heel to toe as he looked past her into her apartment. She let out a frustrated sigh, and opened the door wider. He practically pranced into her apartment. "Nice outfit, by the way," he said as he flopped on her couch and picked up her ice cream. "The elephants are a nice touch." She blushed. She had completely forgotten she was in an old pair of shorts and a tank top. Of course Jane had to see her in her elephant shorts. Ugh.

"I wasn't expecting company," she said with a glare as she snatched her bowl back, shoving him over so she could sit down. She stretched her legs out on the coffee table and pretended not to notice how he eyed her legs. Serves him right.

He cleared his throat and glanced around her apartment. He'd never been inside her home before, and it fascinated him, as did her outfit. He'd never seen her hair braided back before. He felt the urge to reach up and remove the rubber band to let her hair fall free. He swallowed, and glanced at her bookshelf. Of course everything was alphabetized. He smiled and turned to face her.

She openly studied him, waiting for him to make the first move. He'd kissed her, and then a month later openly confessed to reciprocating her feelings, her completely non-platonic feelings. Still, for the first time in her life she was unsure.

"I don't want to lose your friendship over some meaningless fling," she said as he silently watched her.

"I think we're past that stage," he said softly as he reached up to undo her rubber band. She closed her eyes while he ran his hand through her hair.

"I've been thinking…" he silenced her by putting his finger on her lips.

"Shh," he whispered as he leaned close to her, replacing his finger with his lips. It was sweet and chaste, but full of promised love. He pulled back watching her eyes darken. He breathed in sharply when she pulled him back to her, expertly flipping a leg over him so he was pinned to the couch. She pressed her lips to his, as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding under her tank top to rest on the bare skin of her lower back. The doorbell rang causing them both to groan as they separated.

"No one's been to my apartment in months, and now people want to visit?" she growled as she walked to the door. She glared at Cho who stood ready to knock.

"Yes?" she answered shortly.

"Um, nice outfit boss. We're headed back to that karaoke bar and wondered if you'd like to join us. We haven't seen Jane…" his voice trailed off as he spotted the blond haired consultant in the background. His eyebrows rose. "Did I interrupt something?" She crossed her arms and gave him an intimidating look. Cho started to back away.

"You know what; I forgot to do… that thing. See you Monday boss." He rushed back to the car. She closed the door with a sigh. Turning around, she ran right into Jane who had come up behind her.

"You do know that was slightly creepy," she said with a smile. "You really should stay where I leave you."

"Oh really," he said taking a step towards her. She took a step backward and hit the wall.

"Are you stalking me?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye as placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her.

"Yup, your own personal, very handsome and charming, stalker," he said with his face inches from hers. Still trapped, she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing against him. The doorbell rang.

"Oh for crying out loud!" she angrily exclaimed.

"Don't answer it," he said with his lips on her neck. She was tempted to agree. The man could do wonderful things with his mouth. It rang again, and she let go of him with a groan. She mumbled something incoherent under her breath. Jane grinned. He would hate to be on the other side of that door.

"Hey boss!" It was Rigsby and Van Pelt.

"Why the hell does everyone want to visit me tonight," she practically shouted. The two agents looked at each other, practically cowering in front of their petite boss.

"You know, we'll just leave," Van Pelt said as she dragged Rigsby back to the car.

"Good idea!" She slammed the door. "I need a do not disturb sign," she growled. Jane was leaning against the wall with a cocky grin.

"Now where were we," he said with a smirk.

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Cho watched the two younger agents as the headed to his table looking flustered. He smiled. They had probably tried to get Lisbon to come as well. He was willing to bet she was not pleased at being interrupted a second time. Sitting down, they ordered their drinks.

"Cho, did you happen to talk to the boss today?" Van Pelt asked with a concerned look. "She seemed really angry."

"She's fine. Jane's with her," he replied offhandedly.

"Oh… OH." Van Pelt exchanged a sheepish look with Rigsby who was flipping through the song selection book.

"Hey Cho! Sing this one," Rigsby grinned as he pushed the song book over. Cho shook his head.

"No way, man."

"Come on! It can be your theme song!" Van Pelt teased.

"I do not need a theme song."

"Puh puh puh poker face, puh puh poker face." Rigsby and Van Pelt burst into laughter as Cho groaned. It was going to be a long night.

Poker Face is by Lady Gaga.