Authors Note: So this is the last pre-writen chapter, so now the updates are at the mucy of my job and children. I will update as I write, probably every other day, that's about the speed that I write. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and to Ebony 10 for the beta.

Disclaimer: If they were mine I would not be spending all day inside with obsesed Twilight fans, the movie came out today in case any one was curious :)

"I live with you?" Jane asked with disbelief.

"Yup. Now, unless you want to walk there I suggest you get moving." Lisbon said, hoping that she came across as convincing. The doctor brought in some paperwork, which Jane quickly signed, and they left the hospital to head to her apartment.

"How long have I been living with you?" Jane asked as they entered Lisbon's apartment slowly. Jane had declined the use of a wheel chair, insisting that he would be able to use crutches with his leg.

"Just a couple of months. The owners of the building you were in decided to remodel and you haven't had a chance to find a new place. I had a spare bedroom so you've been staying here." Lisbon refused to look at him, knowing that if she did he would be able to tell she was lying.

"So where's all my stuff? I mean, I don't imagine I moved any of it in here." Jane had collapsed onto the sofa.

"It's all in storage." She said quickly, cursing herself for exhibiting one of the signs of a lie—answering too quickly. "Do you need anything?" She looked over and was not surprised to see that he had managed to sprawl all over her sofa.

"Can you help me prop my leg up? You have no idea how much it hurts." If she didn't know better she would think that it was the same old Jane. That was until he opened his eyes and said "Teresa, did you have the pain killers that they gave me at the hospital?"

"Yeah, I do." After she got him situated on the sofa she went toward the bedrooms, but instead of going into her room she entered her guest room instead. She had grabbed most of his clothes from his house, but they were still haphazardly strewn on the bed where she had dropped them with the help of Van Pelt and Rigsby. She quickly put the clothes away and then went into the bathroom to make sure that his things were in the logical places.

It seemed odd to see his things in the shower and his razor on the sink. She didn't know if she would ever get used to it and wondered if she would have to. He could get his memory back any day and this would all be over. She hoped that he would understand why they hadn't told him about his past.

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"Teresa, that is not making me want to get out of bed." Jane hollered through his pillow at the closed door that Lisbon was currently pounding on.

"It's your first day back at work, and I am not going to be late. So unless you want to walk to work with your broken leg, I suggest you get up and get moving." It was only 7:00 but she knew that it took him forever to shower, especially with his broken leg. She waited until she heard rustling inside the room before she moved to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Since Jane hadn't been coming into the office she had started to brew her own coffee again. She liked the stuff he brought better.

She was pouring a bowl of cereal when she heard the shower start. She wondered what he was going to wear to the office. His cut off jeans weren't exactly appropriate, but she couldn't see him cutting off the leg to one of his suits. He only had another week in the cast anyway. He had been lucky that the break hadn't been very bad, just a slight hair line fracture.

She was sitting in the living room watching the morning news when she heard him walking down the hall. His crutches had a loud creaking noise to them and she enjoyed the fact that he hadn't been able to sneak up on her since he got out of the hospital.

"Why in hell's name are we up so early? I know for a fact that you don't usually get up until 7:30 at the earliest, usually closer to 8:00. It's like you're having a love affair with your snooze button most mornings. Really, it makes it hard for anyone else to get sleep."

"You just need to go to bed at a decent hour. You knew you were going back to the office today and yet you stayed up until 1:00 watching TV. It is your own fault."

"How is it my fault? You didn't have to stay up with me." He was in the kitchen now pouring his own bowl of cereal and cup of coffee. It was still unusual for her to see him drinking coffee. He had always drunk tea as long as she had known him. "A little help here, please!" He called from the kitchen.

Lisbon sighed and went to help him carry his bowl and mug into the living room. She had wanted to tell him to stay in the kitchen to eat, but knew that he would call attention to the fact that she had not. It was no use trying to tell him that she paid the rent and could do what she wanted. He would just harp on her until she gave in.

"If you get milk anywhere but in your mouth, I'll break your other leg." She said, half joking as she carried the bowl into the living room. She sat down again and looked at what he was wearing. "Where did you get those pants?" He was wearing a pair of khaki pants. They had to be some of the most unflattering pants she had ever seen him in and couldn't remember bringing them from his house.

"They were in my drawer. I remember buying them, although I don't think I have ever worn them and, judging by the look on your face, I probably won't after I get my cast off." He picked up his bowl and started eating.

"I hope you don't. They've been cut off above the knee. They would be inappropriate for most things." She looked at him, again appraising his outfit. Despite the unattractive pants he didn't look half bad. He was wearing a button up shirt, but no vest or jacket. Then there was his hair.

"Please tell me you are not going to wear your hair that way." She had really hoped that the slicked down thing hadn't started until after he was on TV, but apparently it was something that he had done before.

"What's wrong with it? I always wear my hair this way when I'm going to work." He self-consciously ran his hand over his hair as if to make sure it was still laying flat.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just not used to seeing it that way. You don't usually slick it back. You usually just let your curls show through."

Jane smiled widely at her. "Do you like my curls, Teresa?"

She could feel herself blushing and quickly grabbed Jane's empty bowl, taking it into the kitchen. "Let's go. I like to get to work a little early. It will give me a chance to relax before everyone gets there. Without you there, there's been a lot less paperwork."

Jane stood up slowly. He was getting better on the crutches, but he was still unsteady and slow. "Well, I'm back now so let's get to work, shall we?"

Lisbon shook her head. It was going to be a long day.