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Warning: chapter rated M just to be sure.

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Sweet Fifteens – 7

Jane didn't get up right away.

In fact, once he told Lisbon a short summary of the last few days (avoiding the embarrassing moments like her flirting openly with him, she was annoyed enough with the piercings and the strands) and after she grumbled profanities and called Kausner a hundred names, she stormed out of the bedroom slamming the door. Figuring she needed time to absorb the news –and since he was a little bit tired, he went back to sleep. He was awakened by the dry noise of some object crashing on the ground and reluctantly left the comfy environment. When he opened the door, a loud swearing coming from the living room made him wince.

"Te –Lisbon?" he called out, noting to himself he could be aware she was not 'Teresa' anymore and would probably be upset if he went on calling her by her first name. "Is everything okay?"

The sound of someone breathing sharply, for being taken by surprise, caught his attention.

"Uh… yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"Where are you?"

"The closet. Near the entrance."

Once he entered the corridor, he blinked. It smelled like… fir tree and fresh. Looking at his feet, he realised she must have been cleaning the apartment. So she was stressed. He put the thought aside and headed towards the place she had indicated him. Everything around him, aside from the broken glass on the ground, seemed to be bright and shinny. Very, very stressed then. He just hoped the whole cleaning had cleared her mind a bit. Jane spotted her eventually in front of the opened door of the closet, glaring at something above her, arms crossed.

"What's wrong?"

The teenager looked up at a shelf, where he assumed the shovel and small brush were hidden away. When she kept her eyes fixed on the top, he understood and couldn't help but smile. And that seemed to unnerve her just a little, for the familiar, irritated, burning flame in her eyes had returned.

"If you know what I want, why can't you just be a gentleman and give it to me instead of grinning like an idiot?" she snapped angrily.

"Lisbon, I always knew you had a complex over your height. You usually barely reach it, right?"

"Never mind" she growled and walked away. "I'll pick the remains with my fingers!"

Jane laughed good-heartedly and stretched his arm to catch the shovel and brush quickly before she decided to act upon her words.

-SF-

"…and you should have seen Madeleine's face! Seriously Rick! She was so pissed to see me around and running and stuff you would have had a loud laugh I swear!"

Jane grinned and, though it was over the phone, he was sure Kausner –or Mike, like he officially nicknamed him now- would feel it.

"Why do you think I've sent you there?" he teased back. "Anyway, what did the team say about this?"

"That in no way Lisbon is back until she gets her body. Also rumours are running around the bullpen about her being rejuvenated. You brought her to the office recently?"

"Yeah, only once. Madeline needed my expertise on a case, and I didn't want to leave her alone at home."

"'Kay. Speaking about the little miss, is she home yet?"

Jane glanced at the ticking clock on the wall. It indicated it was already past seven.

"Nope" he replied, blinking in confusion. He hadn't noticed the time had fled by so quickly. His answer was an annoyed groan.

"You think she freaked out over what we told her this morning?"

Lisbon was already in a bad mood when Kausner arrived at ten. They had all sat in the living room and given a more precise explanation of what had happened to her. And she reacted as Jane expected her to react. She glared a long time at the inventor before picking up a few bills and slamming the front door, off for a walk. Kausner had left soon afterwards to warn the team but the inventor had been caught in a car accident at the other side of town in a different department. And Jane didn't want to call Cho in case Lisbon did in between.

"I don't know" he muttered, wondering if the shock of waking up in another body had really shaken her so much. He had a hard time reading her lately and since she always internalized her feelings… Then again rejuvenating from twenty years wasn't a daily occurrence. "Listen, I'm going to…"

He couldn't end his sentence, the line was dead. Jane shook his head in disbelief, wondering how Kausner could have hung up on him and decided it wasn't that bad. If he had something urgent to add, he'd call back anyway. As soon as the thought left his mind, his cell phone rang.

Lisbon.

He picked up immediately and did not let the worry to be heard in his voice. "Hey Lisbon! Where are you?"

"Hi Jaaaane" was the wavy answer. He blinked. Wavy. Lisbon's voice was never wavy.

"Lisbon, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I need someone to pick me up. Kinda dark outside, don't you think?"

He sighed in relief. So no incident. Perhaps she had just wandered too far in town and was short on money to call for a taxi.

"Okay… where are you?"

"In that bar, The 'Cat Whisker's' or som'thin'."

He blinked once again. From all places, Lisbon had chosen to go to a bar? Well that would explain the wavy voice, he reassured himself. Her cell phone didn't have a good reception.

"Lisbon…" he started.

"Hey I don'need a tellin' off right now" she replied dryly. "Jus' come t'pick me up; there's a creepy guy oglin' me."

That was enough for him to make him move. Soon, he was standing in front of the creepiest bar of Sacramento and pushing the glassed doors open. Lisbon was sitting in a dark corner, alone at a round table, and empty glass in front of her. When he entered, she raised her head and waved at him, grinning widely. Oh no he thought. He had prayed it was just a trick of his imagination, and really wished he was wrong.

She wasn't… was she?

"Lisbon, are you drunk?" he asked in disbelief. Her hair was still brushed from this morning, but her eyes were like bloodshot and puffy red. He could also smell the alcohol on her breath from his position.

"T'was just a glassss" she protested, nodding her head enthusiastically. "Jus' a few glaaasses, notin' bad."

From the corner of his eye, he caught the bartender biting back a smirk. Jane didn't know who to glare at first; the young Lisbon for even trying to lie to him, or the uncaring man behind the bar. He turned towards the bartender and asked:

"A few glasses? Really? I thought alcohol was prohibited for underage."

The man shrugged with indifference.

"I have to make some money somehow. And by the way, your daughter's got the best shot-down I've ever seen for a teen."

Lisbon burst out in laugher and shook her head:

"'m not his dauuughter! 'm his b…"

"She's my niece" Jane cut, avoiding her to try to formulate a coherent lie. "And a very pain-in-the-ass niece at the moment" he added, glaring at her. She grinned back innocently. "How much did she drink?"

"Enough man" the bartender replied, on the verge of laughing too. "You shouldn't let her wander around if you don't want her drunk."

Repressing a growl, Jane took her hand and pulled her up. As expected, she toddled a little before falling over him and gripping at him like her lifeline. He wondered if she even realised her grip was so strong.

"'et's goo Jaane" she offered enthusiastically, shifting her weight on her feet like she couldn't stand still. It was obvious she could not walk by herself more than a few meters. The blond man sighed. Tonight was promising to be a piece of cake. Ironically speaking.

-SF-

As soon as they passed the entrance door to Lisbon's apartment, she fled to the couch and landed on it in a very unladylike fashion. She stretched with all her might like a lazy cat before sighing in delight and letting an arm fall over her face.

"T's too bright 'n here" she muttered as an explanation. "An… and bring me aspirin will you please?"

Jane did not let himself be softened by her obviously drunken state. Instead, he picked her up by the arm as gently as he could manage and guided her upstairs.

"You're going to take a shower first" he announced severely, hoping she would still be cooperative while inebriated.

"I can't even stand straight" she whined, making puppy eyes at him. "I just wanna sleep right now!"

"If you take a shower you'll feel better. No more headaches. Or less of a headache I promise. You just need to hold on a bit…"

"Can't you help me in the shower?" she asked, with a cute pout. "I can't stand up on my own!"

Jane reluctantly nodded and followed her into the bathroom. She started stripping as soon as the door closed. The man had to slap himself mentally to look away. He took off his top and pants, keeping his boxers on –and wishing he had opted for something more… elegant than green and grey stripes. Not that he wanted to impress her by the quality of his underwear anyway but he still had his manly pride. Then, he turned towards the shower. Water started to pour from the head, and Jane checked the temperature before turning back to Teresa and inviting her in the shower. He didn't expect to meet her –completely bare- body and a lazy smile.

"Keeping your boxers?" she muttered teasingly, her voice alarmingly lower than usual. "I didn't know you liked stripes."

He ignored the appreciative glance she threw him and mumbled the shower was ready for her. Lisbon stepped in, him holding her hand and when it was clear she would not be able to stand on her own more than thirty seconds, he took a deep breath and joined her.

At first, the washing went perfectly fine. He was stabilizing her by keeping his hands on her ribs while she rubbed her front with soap. Then, things started to heat up when she turned to face him and leant on him, looking for a solid support. Jane didn't think twice and hugged her gently while trying not to feel her feminine curves pressed against him.

"I really must be drunk out of my mind" she whispered against his skin, her head resting on his wet chest. Jane's hand slipped through her damp hair and stroked her skull gently.

"What do you mean?" he asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

"I'm completely naked with you in a shower, you're holding me, and I like it" was her sleepy answer. He saw her lids close as she shifted position to lean more comfortably against him. "Now I'm thinking of having a good fuck against the wall to ease aaaaall that sexual frustration between us… well, that's what they say at the office and that you'll never make the first move… Since I'm just a… a workaholic in their eyes, they talk as if I didn't understand… it's almost insulting…" Her voice trailed off, as if she was thinking at the same time, before she added on a husky tone: "That's strange to think I have the opportunity of losing my virginity twice."

Jane wondered seriously if she was trying to kill him. Literally. She was in a fifteen-year-old body all right, but she had her rightful mind back, so her actions couldn't be qualified as a teenage impulse, driven by hormones. Naked Lisbon, rubbing against him with obvious naughty thoughts and a keen pleasure on letting him know. Was he even going to survive the night? Her alcoholic breath reminded him she wasn't thinking clearly either. So he pushed her away from him, very gently so she wouldn't be upset, and told her:

"Why don't you finish washing first? I'll be waiting in the bedroom, okay?"

The cute pout on her face betrayed her disappointment, but he really needed to get out there while he was still more or less in control in his body and mind, and she seemed to have recovered enough to manage the rest on her own.

"You're not the kind of guy to make out and have sex in the shower?" she asked, almost disappointed. Jane sighed inwardly, swearing this was the last time he let her near a bottle of whiskey and beers… or staying afterwards to limit the damages of a drunken Lisbon. It that was the feeling she had all day when at the office dealing with him, well perhaps he was going to start to behave a bit more… And why did she have to look so…

"I get it" she sighed. "Go in the room, I'll soon be done anyway."

Jane didn't lose time and stormed out of the bathroom clad in boxers and dressed up in the corridor. What the hell had happened in there? He headed then to the bedroom and fell back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. Once lying down, he sighed deeply. What was up with Lisbon anyway? Just like he told teen Lisbon, he suspected her having feelings for him, but not…that.

At first he didn't hear her coming. The soft pace of her feet went unnoticed until he saw her climbing on the bed, wearing her bathrobe. White, knee-cut, and loose bathrobe. His eyes almost popped out of his orbs. What was she playing at? And more importantly, what the H had he done to deserve such torture?

"Lisbon, aren't you going to put on a…"

His voice died in his throat when she straddled his hips and leant forward to kiss him fully on the mouth. He froze completely. Her face pulled only a few inches back and she stared at him with hazy eyes, clouded with desire.

"I know you want me, Jane." A hand travelled over his chest, following the path of his buttoned shirt. She brushed his lips again, small droplets of water falling on his cheeks from her still damp hair. "Why don't you enjoy yourself a little tonight?"

When she shifted position to make herself more comfortable, her bathrobe fell a little off her shoulder, showing off her smooth skin and pointing out she was still wearing nothing underneath. When he slightly lowered his eyes, he could even see the curve of her breasts... Oh God, he was going to die and go straight to hell. His thoughts were interrupted when she leant forward again and kissed him once more, this time slower and more sensually. She took his wrists and placed his hands on her upper thighs before leaning over him and started licking his throat. Her actions took him completely off guard and for a few minutes, he couldn't move.

"You're no fun" she growled in frustration at his passiveness. She tightened her legs around his waist and sighed in content at the reaction of his lower parts against her ass. "Uh… forget what I said" she added with a naughty smirk before leaning again and pressing her breasts against his chest. When she kissed him for the third time, his lips moved uncontrollably against hers, and a deep shiver shook his spine when she sighed in content to his response. Fingers started to undo his shirt and brush the uncovered skin gently. Jane could not help the warmth creeping up in his lower half; it had been some time since he had a very enthusiastic and eager young woman on top of him. The state of her teenage body should have cooled him, but this was, no matter what, LISBON for crying out loud! She had her mind back; it was her who wanted him, not the teenager he was still dealing with the previous day.

Something had to happen, and quick, before she went on with her little scheme and he definitely kicked the words 'fifteen' and 'drunk' out of his brain. It was still her smell, and in the dim light, he could almost forget her forms were not her real ones. In the dark, he couldn't see…

As if answering his silent prayers, Michel's voice resonated from the living room:

"I'm back! Rick, are you around?"

With huge relief, Jane called he was upstairs, forcing Lisbon to leave his lying form and head back to the bathroom. He didn't miss the disappointed and hurt expression on her face before she closed the door. Kausner knocked before entering and approached him directly, a file in his hands.

"Sorry, I'm late. My phone's battery's dead and I forget to tell you Cho wanted to warn you about Harrison. Apparently they located him somewhere around San Francisco but…" he paused and stared at the blond man's lower half: "Wow, you really need a cold shower."

Jane felt his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Can't you just keep quiet about this?" he replied, narrowing his eyes. The inventor ignored him and frowned in puzzlement.

"Did the kid try to jump you?"

"Michel" Jane growled warningly. "You really don't want to know."

The man crossed his gaze worryingly.

"Seriously, man I need to know. If it's not in her usual behaviour, then we have a problem."

"What do you mean?"

"You're sure she'd never be so bold with you? Even completely wasted?"

"Completely wasted I have no idea, but sober she'd never do… that."

Kausner grumbled something and shook his head in annoyance.

"Great…" he muttered, shaking his head.

"Michel…" Jane articulated his name clearly and warningly. "Tell me what's happening right now, will you?"

The inventor sighed and replied:

"It was a theory but… let's say she's near the end of her 'changing period'. Now her feelings are kinda mixed up since she still has her emotions of a teen and at the same time the ones she had when thirty seven. If she repressed her feelings a lot, well she's going to be even more moody than a three months pregnant lady. Lots of repression built in here frees her inhibitions. So if she was already attracted to you as an adult but you didn't know, and if recently she had a teen crush on you; well dude, you've got a woman to please."

Jane winced slightly at his words. He didn't need a repeat of her recent… attempt to seduce him. He wasn't sure he could resist as long that time.

"Are you serious?"

"Hey, if you feel better about it you can crash at my place. Jon's room…" he inhaled deeply and went on: "I got a spare room."

"And what about you both stepped out of my room so I can get my pj's on?" Lisbon's angry voice made them turn around. Jane had to swallow to keep his cool. She was still in her bathrobe, tightly attached this time around her waist. And his body was clearly remembering what she had done a few moments earlier. "Out" she ordered on a very tensed and threatening tone. The two men didn't wait a second more and hurried down to the staircase to the living room. A few moments passed during which they could do nothing else but stare at each other in embarrassment. In the end, Jane went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and they both sat in front of the television. Half an hour had passed when they heard her shout a sharp 'good-night' and a door slamming.

"Maybe you should go talk to her" Kausner eventually said. Jane nodded and turned back towards him.

"Listen… I don't want to kick you out but…"

Jane wanted to settle scores with the not-so-teenager and prove himself he could be a good boy. Even though it was surely going to be a hard night for him –no pun intended- but he would not cross the line. Thankfully, the inventor caught the message and smirked amusingly.

"Kay man. If you have a problem, call me before you get all worked up. I know the perfect turn down, even by phone."

"Then I really hope I won't hear them tonight" Jane joked while his new friend turned around and waved good-bye.

-SF-

The light was turned off when he stopped in front of the room. The moment he pushed the door open though, he knew she would turn the lampstand on.

"What are you doing here?" she asked dryly as soon as he set a foot in her bedroom. "If you're coming for some fun it's too late and if it's for moralizing you can get out, I'm not in the mood."

Jane ignored her harsh words and stepped forward. Lisbon straightened in her bed, dressed in her now widely oversized jersey and glared at him. For a moment, they just stood silent. She was the one to speak up first in a quiet, dry intonation:

"I'm sorry."

Jane told himself she had been much braver than he was lately, always taking the first step.

"I know you aren't yourself and this must be hard…"

"You didn't let me finish" she cut him, glaring warningly. "I'm sorry, but I knew what I was doing Jane. I was drunk, not stupid."

"It's about the same. Stupid people don't think. Drunks don't think eith…"

Her glowering increased and he opted to shut up for the moment being. They just stood there, watching, analyzing the other in silence before he decided to make another move. He took a step closer and tucked a wild lock behind her ear. She didn't move, but the glint in her eyes indicated her confusion about his gesture. And there he hoped she would not remember what he was about to say, or the next day would be extremely awkward for both of them.

"I want you too Lisbon" he whispered. "But not like this. Not when you are half drunk and not yourself. Do you understand?"

The teenager nodded reluctantly before lying back on her bed and turning her back to him. He knew what this meant for her. It meant she had been rejected, and that was something she didn't appreciate much. If not hated. Jane knew it had been the right thing to do, though. Lisbon would have never forgiven herself –or him for the matter- if they had crossed the line in her current state.

That night, he had troubles falling asleep.

When Jane woke up the next day and made a few steps into the kitchen, he knew immediately she had taken off way before he noticed the note on the table. The house was too silent for another person to be there and the door of her bedroom was slightly opened. Then, the few words reassured him a little.

Out for the day. Got the key, cell and money.

So she would only call in case of problem and wanted to be left alone for the moment. He quickly ate breakfast and called Kausner to see if the man was free. It surprised Jane to realise he actually liked the man. Despite being a little bit awkward and lonely, he had humour matching his own and he was smart. And more important, he loved tea as well. The inventor was thrilled to see him on his doorstep and welcomed him with opened arms. He introduced the consultant then to his world of great but completely useless inventions –which Jane made fun of- and they spent time between tea and animated conversation.

Jane's cell phone rang and he frowned when he noticed the caller's ID. Why would Cho call him now? They didn't have a case running and last time Hightower required his presence, she made it clear until Lisbon came back she would gladly keep him at bait.

"Hey Cho" he greeted after picking up. "What's going on?"

The words the Asian man said next turned him speechless and incredibly guilty. He should have gone after her.

"We got a call from Lisbon. She's been kidnapped."

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