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A/N: Sorry for the little delay. I wasn't at home the last two days, I took my daughter to see her grandparents. :) She loves her Mimsy and Papa. Thank you for all the sweet reviews. All of you are so awesome! Originally the rating bump was supposed to be in the third chapter, but the story took on a life of its own so yeah. This one has some steamy moments but nothing too bad. Just bumped the rating so I won't have to do it later. :). Without further ado here is the new chapter.

Entrancing was the word Patrick Jane had used. He'd told her that her eyes were entrancing, and then a few minutes ago he'd tried to kiss her. Lisbon didn't know what to think but her brain wouldn't let her just forget it. She wasn't sure if she should mark the event down as just a byproduct of the emotions running high from the accident or if he really wanted to kiss her. Somewhere in her mind she figured it was just a distraction so he could look at her injured arm. Everyone knew that Jane was the master of distraction. She did know one thing though, in those few seconds she had really really wanted him to. Even now just walking down the road with him, the urge to feel his hands and lips on her skin was still there. For some reason her mind wandered back to the conversation about losing control and she concluded that if it was with Jane then maybe she'd be up for it. He was right about her sexual relationships. She had remained in control at all times something that never happened when it came to the witty consultant.

"You're blushing." Even in the dark he just knew when her cheeks were turning pink. She didn't know how he always knew, but just assumed it was probably another one of his unexplained abilities.

"I am not." The defensiveness in her tone told him everything he already knew.

"Didn't we discuss this lying thing Lisbon?" Jane was openly staring at her as the light wind blew her hair back off of her face. The moon cast an eery glow across her skin that almost made it seem like they were in some cheap horror movie and about to become the next victims. It didn't take away from her beauty though, he was starting to think nothing could.

"Didn't we discuss this whole leaving it alone thing Jane?"

"Meh, we both know I'm no good at that. Care to share?" Her cheeks burned a brighter shade of pink as she ducked her head away from his intense gaze. She would never live it down if he knew she was having fantasies about him.

"Nope." The pain in her arm worsened when she tried to wrap both arms around herself to block the chill of the night air. Patrick was probably right, it was more than likely broken. The swelling was only getting worse and there was nothing she could do about it. A dull irritating throb was also making it's presence known in her hip -- more than likely from being jerked around inside of the car like a rag-doll.

"Interesting. Although I already know what's making you blush." Gritting her teeth she managed to breathe through the uncomfortable ache occupying her hip with each step she took. This was all she needed. It was bad enough just to be stuck out here, but to be injured made it worse. Jane would pick up on it immediately if he hadn't already. Damn him for being perceptive. Damn him for being handsome.

"Of course you do."

"Sexual thoughts. Probably involving a blindfold since I slipped that idea into your head earlier. Even though I meant it in a completely non-sexual way." Damn that stupid grin of his that always lit up his face when he was so proud of himself. The one he was giving her now, because he knew he had just nailed it.

"I've got a game we can play Jane." Every muscle in her body tensed as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. This was all starting to be too much. Frustration started to bubble in her chest as she thought about how he must be trying to trick her again. First by pretending that he was going to kiss her and now this? Was he ever serious? Anger was added to the cocktail of emotions as well as fear. Emotions she didn't know why she was feeling, but they appeared nonetheless.

"Yes?"

"The Quiet Game. First one to talk gets shot." Jane couldn't help but pull her closer, there was just something about the woman that made him want to be by her day and night. Plus it would help the pain in her hip that she was trying so hard to hide. Although he was a little mad at himself for chickening out of kissing her maybe it was for the best. After all he didn't want her to write it off as just something that happened because of the high emotions from the crash.

"I was never any good at that one, and I know you wouldn't shoot me." He felt her lean a little of her weight against his side and smiled. At least she wasn't pushing him away, but she remained tense which puzzled him. She also seemed hesitant to take each step which explained why they had slowed down to a slow stroll.

"Really? Why wouldn't I?" Lisbon didn't know why she wasn't pulling away from him. This was all getting to close for comfort. The frustration with him only grew the more they bantered back and forth. She was tired of him managing to turn her on with just a touch or a look and then pretend it never happened.

"You like me too much. Oh and you're right handed." As soon as the words had left his mouth her ears were ringing. He was just asking for a fight. Well if he wanted one then the arrogant stupid man could have one.

"I can shoot left handed." She was already in a pissy mood. Her arm wouldn't stop throbbing, her hip was starting to become a constant pain instead of just the dull ache and her head hurt. Exhaustion was starting to play a role too. Patrick Jane was playing with fire.

"Probably not as well."

"You want to test that theory?" Jane could hear the venom in her voice and decided it was only because she was hurting and tired. Understandable he was tired too, and achy all over. Stiff and achy the only real pain was in his ribs and his shoulder.

"Someone is a little grumpy."

"Damn right. Someone just tried to kill us in case you forgot. Sorry if that doesn't make me all smiles and rainbows." As soon as she turned full on to face him he caught the anger on her features and knew she was actually mad, not just grumpy. Dropping his arm from her waist he turned to meet her stance. Legs apart, shoulders back, head high, arms crossed as best as she could manage, oh yeah she was pissed.

"I have no doubt you're angry at that person, but you're directing this at me. Which leads me to believe that you're mad at me. Why is that?" Racking his brain he tried to remember if he'd done anything wrong in the last few hours. She seemed fine just ten minutes ago.

"Is it always twenty questions with you?"

"Do you always answer questions with a question?"

"Ugh! You are so...agh sometimes and I just want to...ugh." Lisbon knew she looked like a fool standing in the middle of the highway waving her arms around angrily. She was a little pissed to see that cocky smirk on his face as he watched her though. "And that stupid smile...that one, I just want to ugh."

"You are mad." Taking a step towards her in a silent dare he wasn't surprised at all when she done the same.

"I am not."

"Whatever you say." Another step invaded her space leaving barely any room between their bodies. Maybe an inch.

"Quit it!" Her eyes darkened, but not only with anger. Something else was mixed in, something he knew very well. The emotion was clear. The evidence right in front of him as her chest heaved from her little angry arguing. CBI Agent Teresa Lisbon was aroused all because of him.

"I didn't do anything." Bringing his hand up to gently touch the wound on her forehead was the straw that broke the camel's back. His touch was too soft, too caring, too much for her to handle.

"Jane! Dammit yes I'm mad. You can't just go around and toy with emotions all the time." Jerking away from him, she stumbled backwards and almost fell. She would have become acquainted with the pavement if the very man she was so frustrated with hadn't grabbed her waist to hold her steady.

"That's not what you really want to say. You really want to...."

"This is exactly what I mean. You twist everything around so it's never about you, it's always about the other person. You don't have to point out that I'm blushing or that you know why. The only reason you do is to just mess with me. You distracted me earlier so I'd let you look at my arm and you're trying it again now. Probably just because you know my hip hurts." Jane was actually shocked that he hadn't picked up on her feelings. She had thought that their almost kiss was just a distraction? How did he not see that she felt that way? Now her demeanor made all the sense in the world. She was mad because her feelings for him were real and she had thought he was only toying with them.

"That's not true Teresa. I wouldn't do that to you. You're mad at me because I took away your control with that almost kiss and now you're scared. I care about you a lot. Trust me." Without giving her a chance to contradict Jane leaned forward silently. Searching her eyes to make sure she wasn't going to punch him, he let his lips descend on hers. It felt like a jolt of electricity hit him at the first touch. This was not how he pictured their first kiss. Standing in the middle of a highway while injured and pissed wasn't in the plans but it was perfect for them. He was hesitant until she finally started to move her lips against his in a slow and sweet rhythm making his head spin. It had been so long since he had actually enjoyed anything like this. Taking advantage of the soft sigh that escaped her throat, he let his tongue seek hers. She was warm and soft in his arms so demanding yet pliant, gentle yet rough.

Her mind was reeling. Patrick Jane was kissing her and she was letting him, hell she was the one who practically begged for it. Taking advantage of the moment her good arm wrapped around his neck as her fingers sought out his curls. A slight pressure built in her lower stomach when he expertly tugged her bottom lip between his teeth. She forgot about everything until he tried to get closer and accidentally brushed her arm. Breaking away from his hypnotic mouth a cry of pain ripped from her throat.

"Patrick..."

"I'm sorry. We really need to get help. You're running a fever." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, flipping it open to see the time. It was almost four and he still had no service. Pressing a soft kiss to Lisbon's cheek he could feel the heat against his lips. "Do you have service yet?" She fumbled with her phone for a few seconds before a frown came across her face.

"No, wait I have one bar. I'm calling Cho, then 911." Who knew they'd end up calling emergency services when they had left for their stakeout, but now they needed a hospital and he wasn't going to argue with her. It was surprising enough that she was apparently agreeing that they needed to see a doctor. Hell it was surprising that he was agreeing to it. They were both smiling as she dialed the familiar number only turning away from each other when a pair of bright headlights tore through the darkness surrounding them.

a/n: Next up should be some steamy fluffy stuff. ;)