Chapter 5

Hanging up with Lisbon, Jane made his way back to the table, sitting down with Susan once again. Knowing that it would take Lisbon some time to follow through with the plan they concocted, Jane decided to start up what he thought would be a lengthy conversation.

"So, Susan. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Taken back, Susan smiled, thinking that Jane was hinting at something she had been wishing for since the beginning of this dinner. "No. I did, but that ended badly." She looked away, really putting on a show for Jane. Of course he saw through this, but he didn't want to embarrass her. She was doing that well enough without his help.

"I'm sorry. What happened?" Pretending to be interested would help with the plan later on. Leading her on would only crush her more when Lisbon came into play. Though this was mean, he needed to cut this off fast.

"Well, Dave and I had been seeing each other for just over a year and we were in love. Or so I thought. One night, only a couple days after our first year anniversary, I came home early to surprise him with a home cooked meal, thinking he wasn't going to be home for another hour or so. I get home and head for the bedroom, going to change into something more alluring, only I find him already allured by our cleaning lady. After confronting him, I found out that he was giving her a 'bonus' almost every week. That bastard was lucky I didn't cut his manly hood off right there and then. I'd like to see how far he'd get then."

Jane just sat there, a little shocked by her last statement and starting to rethink his little plan. He rather liked his manly hood and wasn't quite ready to part with it just yet. Looking at his watch, he found it was too late. Lisbon was due any minute. Oh well. Lisbon had a gun. Probably not with her, but he could always pretend.

"Wow. That must've been tough. I would probably have trust issues after that."

"You would think so, but you really only have to be more careful about the men you go after…not that you would be going after any men." She smirked at her last words.

He smirked as well, but it was more of a grimace. He was just about to reply when he felt a pair of hands and arms snake down his shoulders and around his neck. Go time.

Holding onto the arms, he smiled and stood, turning around to face a very breathtaking sight. Lisbon stood before him dressed in an outfit he never would've thought she would own.

She had to rack her brain to come up with the perfect outfit, but she found it. She was wearing some dark, tight fitted, denim jeans that hugged her hips, a tight vee-neck sweater with a green tanks top underneath, showing at the beginning of the vee part, and some black heels that brought her height up a whole two inches. She also had her hair wild and curly, some black eyeliner and eye shadow, and the slightest hint of lipstick that reddened her lips in a pouty manner.

"Patrick?" The name sounded foreign on her lips, but she could give away her role by calling him by is work name. He was staring at her, mouth slightly opened in shock. "Jane?"

That got his attention. Swallowing, he closed his mouth and replaced the shock with a graceful smile.

Blushing at his reacting, she asked, "Is this too much?"

Shaking his head, he replied, "No at all. You look perfect." She smirked, knowing that wasn't all he was thinking.

After staring at her for another couple seconds, he seemed to remember Susan was behind him. Reluctantly removing his eyes from Lisbon, he looked to Susan ready to make the introductions. "Susan? This is Jennifer, my fiancée. Jennifer? This is Susan, my temp boss." The two women shook hands, mumbling greetings.

Jane turned back to Lisbon. "So, Jennifer, what brings you here?" He hated calling her Jennifer, but it was the first name he came up with. Teresa just fit her so much better.

"Just wanted to see you. I was wondering when you would be coming home. I miss you." She stuck out her lower lip slightly, giving him her big puppy dog eyes. She watched as his eyes darkened with desire right there on the spot. Oh, how he wanted to take those lips with his own.

"I'll be home once I'm done here. Did you want to stay since you're already here?"

Susan stood up just then. "You know what? It's getting late. We can get our check and you can head off."

"You sure you don't mind?"

"No, not at all. You go on ahead. I'll see you at work on Monday. It was nice meeting you, Jennifer. Have a nice weekend."

Lisbon spoke up. "It was nice meeting you, too. Enjoy your weekend." Taking Jane's hand in her own, she waited a moment to let him drop money on the table, and then dragged him out of the restaurant, leaving a very shocked Susan in their wake.

Jane and Lisbon stumbled out of the building, grins plastered on their faces. Not really noticing it, the two continued to walk hand in hand towards their cars. Jane broke the silence with a sigh. "The look on her face was priceless. Thanks for coming all the way down here just to trick your replacement. Hopefully I didn't ruin your movie night."

"No, it's fine. That's probably the most I've done on a Friday night in a long time. It was refreshing from the usual Friday night. Plus, it's not that late. I can still watch my movie."

Glancing at his watch, he was surprised that it was only 10. "Wow. I thought it was later. I guess I'll just go home or drive around for a little while."

Lisbon gave him a sideways glance, taking in his profile. "Well, if you want, you can come back with me and watch a movie. You look too tired to be driving. And after you've rested I can drive you back so you can get your car."

He looked at her, considering her for a moment. The intensity of his watchful eyes made her shift nervously. She suddenly felt the need to backtrack. "Well, I mean you don't have to, only if you want to."

Blinking a couple times, he came out of his little staring contesting that she wasn't participating in. "I would love to, Lisbon. Thanks for the offer."

She was a tad surprised that he took her offer, but she was mostly regretting her invitation, figuring most of the night would be spent with Jane trying to find Lisbon's inner most secrets. "Just one condition," she spoke up, standing next to the driver's side door.

"And that is?"

"No using that mentalist crap on me. This is just a movie night between two friends. I'm not one of your patients. Got it?"

He held up his hands in front of him, protecting himself from the sudden accusatory tone. "Got it. Don't worry; I wouldn't use that 'mentalist crap' on you outside of work. That is for my pleasure only."

Nodding in agreement, she opened the door and got it, starting the car while he got in on the other side. They drove in silence, both lost in thought. Five minutes later, they arrived at Lisbon's apartment building.

Once inside, Jane immediately made his way to her couch. Lisbon went into the kitchen to find her popcorn cold and in need of replacement. She heard Jane putting the DVD in the player. "I'll be out there in a minute. Just making some more popcorn."

"Okay. I don't like your DVD player and I'm pretty sure it doesn't like me either."

"Jane? What are you doing to my DVD player? I swear if you break that, you and me will have some issues."

"Calm down, woman! I was just stating our dislike for each other. Don't worry; I wouldn't break anything. Now hurry up with the popcorn."

Lisbon just rolled her eyes, listening the steady popping noise coming from her microwave.

"Okay. Let's start it." Lisbon walked into the living room to find Jane on the couch, tapping his foot impatiently on her coffee table. She was surprised at the feel of comfort that the sight of Jane there gave her. Knowing someone was there for her was a feeling she wasn't used to, but was willing to get over.

They changed from a comedy to a horror movie, where Lisbon spent most her time listening to the movie, her hands covering her eyes. Jane was paying attention to the movie, but was watching Lisbon. Her jumpiness made him smile. He was surprised at her reactions to the horror when she saw real life horror everyday but didn't seem to flinch.

"What?" He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't notice she turned to face him.

"Oh. Nothing. Just found it interesting that you can't stay still during a horror film, but you can handle it in real life."

"Jane," she started quietly. "I can't handle it in real life, I just have to pretend that I can because it's my job. It's hard. I keep a mask on, kinda like what you do."

He gave her his famous smirk. "And here I thought no one noticed. I knew I wouldn't be able to get it past you."

"Yeah, I have that skill, being able to see through people."

Silently, she turned her head back to the TV. "I'm sorry." It was such a quiet statement; she almost thought she hadn't heard it.

"What are you sorry about?"

"That I assumed that the deaths didn't affect you."

"It's okay. I'm glad though that my mask is working enough to fool even the psychic."

"Now, now Lisbon. You know I'm not a psychic. Tsk tsk."

"Mhm, sure you aren't."

"I'm not."

Lisbon turned back to him. "Okay, so you're telling me you have no clue what I'm thinking right now?"

"Well, I know what you're thinking, but it doesn't mean I'm psychic."

"Oh yeah? What am I thinking?"

"That you like the fact that I'm here. It's almost comforting for you to have someone here with you on a quiet evening. It's something you aren't used to, but you are willing to get used to it."

Slightly shocked, Lisbon just stared at him. Jane took the time to take in her face at such a close proximity. She was beautiful. Gorgeous even. Her emerald eyes popping with the tank top she still wore with the black sweater. She still had that slightly pouty look to her lips, and they still gave him that desire to capture them now.

Lisbon looked up to his eyes and found that his eyes had clouded over, darkened by a desire that grew in a few seconds flat. Mesmerized by the look in his eyes, she found herself unable to move away. Oh what she would give to close the few inches between them. Jane apparently also had that on his mind. Was it just her, or was he getting closer?

Jane held her eyes with his as he leaned in. With one last smoldering look, he claimed her lips as his.

His lips immediately molded to hers. He felt her legs go to jelly as his hand came up to caress her face while the other found a place on her hip. Lisbon let her senses take over as she pushed him back on the couch and straddled his lap. She pulled her hips closer to his, grinding her herself to him. He couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

Slowly, his hands crept up the back of her shirt, burning her in a sensual path. The moan that came from the back of her throat was all that he needed to take her to the bedroom.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the delay on my stories, I've just been super busy lately. Please review!

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