From One-shot,. the story has been promoted to multi-chapter, although I'm not quite sure how many more you'll have; Many of you asked for a sequel, and so, I thought about giving Annie a bit more or space (even if she is not mentioned once in this chapter)... and, of course, I've decided to gie a way more space to the marvelous Jisbon romance, even if I have to say, I apologize for the short chapter.

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who wrote a review and/or added the story on fav and/or alert... you guys are amazing, and, as always, I wnat you all to remember one thing and one only: I don't own it!


DAY 1

"You know, you're lucky my spare bedroom is downstairs…" Teresa grinned a bit, as she left him in, as she had done so many times in the last few weeks, when her sancta sanctorum had become Jane's as well; even if he was walking by the help of crutches, he needed her help as well, and so, Lisbon found herself walking with a man who was a way taller than her who was leaning against her petite form, and, weird thing, she didn't mind that much: from her position, she could still smell his perfume, that particular aftershave she didn't know the name of, that, even drugs and hospital hadn't been able to erase.

He collapsed on the sofa, and, before she could go to pick few items from her car, he grabbed her for a wrist and forced her to lay at his side, his right arm around her shoulders; carefully, still smiling, Teresa buried her face in his still immaculate shirt, breathing in and out, placidly, like a child, while Jane was busy playing with her hair.

"Patrick?" she said, half asleep.

"Yes, my love?"

"You're still taking the spare bedroom" she grinned, and, laughing, left her spot and went to collect his things.

Day 2

"Are you sure you are all right? Isn't Lisbon menacing you or something like that? You could always move in with one of us if you have any problem and…"

Jane repressed his laughs as he saw Grace being so… worried and protective, while, in her kitchen Lisbon just rolled her eyes. God, if only they knew the real reason behind his moving in with her…

"I'm not that bad!" she cried, hands on her lips, mad, unbelieving what she was hearing, from her spot, as she prepared the tea for the team, who had taken a couple of hours to visit the "poor man".

"No, it's not what I mean! What I mean it's that I think that maybe, if he just…"

"We've been here long enough- Cho said leaving the couch, sending a look at Grace that, even if it was plate as always, seemed to scare her a bit – Sorry if we disturbed you, boss. Jane, we will see you when we will see you" Without waiting for Lisbon, he left, Rigsby and Van Pelt at his back, and, suddenly, as Jane grinned, she froze: the about time of few days before really meant what she feared it meant…

DAY 4

"I think we should watch a movie and eat popcorn" Jane had spent the majority of the previous days sleeping, gift of the medicines he had been given at the hospital that his body hadn't metabolized yet, and playing Sudoku puzzles on her sofa; Lisbon had just left the kitchen with a cup of coffee and one of tea, of the kind he liked, and immediately noticed him being busy, looking at the DVDs on the shelf where the TV was positioned as well.

"Patrick, you shouldn't stand!" she cried as she forced him to move, at least, on the closest armchair.

"Technically, Dr. Travis said that I couldn't make force on my injured leg, not that I couldn't stand at all. - he paused, and, taking her hands in his own, he looked into Lisbon's eyes, serious- Teresa dear, you should have warned me that you are a sucker for chick flick!"

"You know Patrick- she said seductively as she took a DVD and put it in the player, without the popcorns he had asked – there are a couples of scene in The Wedding Date that are quite hot…"

When the credits were coming to an end, they were both fast asleep into each other's arms, in the same position Lisbon had found herself few days earlier. Jane woke up the next morning, feeling relaxed and fresh as he hadn't in a long time, unable to remember the dreams he had, but conscious that they had been good… Lisbon was still in his arms, smiling in his chest, dreaming of a child with blonde hair and green eyes- and he wasn't Tony.

DAY 5

"Teresa, Teresa, Teresa, you know you can't keep saying no to me all day long…"

"To be completely honest, Patrick – she said as she was already at the door, ready to go the office – that's my idea. Have fun on your own. Differently from you, my dear –she said sending him an air kiss – I have work to do, and I don't have the intention of calling sick to look after you. "

"But I need help in getting my shower – he sounded like 5 years old again, and she grinned, remembering where this had led last time – and you'd call in sick to see me without any clothes!"

"I'm sure you'll ménage!" she laughed, as she was already outside.

"She knows she'll not resist me, when she'll see me naked, that's the only reason she doesn't want to help me with the shower…" he said more to himself, grinning satisfied, as he made his way to the shower. He knew that he could ménage, but it wasn't such a big deal trying to seduce his girlfriend, right?

DAY 8

Lisbon had come home with the idea of getting a hot bath, a cup of tea (yes, Jane had been able to pass his affection for the beverage to a caffeine addicted like her) and then, a good night sleep (or, at least, she'd tried to sleep); definitely, when she come home at 11 pm, she didn't wait to see the lights still on in the kitchen, and no trace of Jane in sight; the good thing was that the lockers were still intact, so it wasn't like someone had entered in her place, but, still, she couldn't help but feel worried….

"Patrick, where are you? - she screamed, carefully walking inside; she had already her gun in hand, ready to fire, just in case, when she reached the kitchen and found what-or, better, who- she was looking for. On the floor, was Jane, who, apparently, had fallen, and hadn't been able to stand up again – Jane…?" She put her gun away, hands on her hips, clearly annoyed: a sure give-away had been her look, that was sure, but the fact that he had called him "Jane" instead of "Patrick" was a much more signal of how mad she was.

"I just wanted to cook you dinner, but then I fell…" Lisbon smiled, and, once took two plates of the now cold pasta (although she knew that the kind of pasta he had prepared was fine even cold), she went to sit, Indian style, at his side on the pavement, and, smiling, offered him a portion. "Never again, Patrick, swear"

"As you wish" he answered, with the same smile, giving her one of those quick kisses that sent her knees on jelly.

DAY 10

After almost a whole week spent sleepless, she decided to give up.

The first couple of days, she thought it was about work. Maybe, the murders and violence, and abuses were getting at her… then, she realized she wasn't having any particular case, and understood where the problem lies: it all started when she had slept with Jane. After having spent another good hour rolling in bed, she woke up, mad at herself, and mortified as well, and, her pillow in hand, she went downstairs; she smiled a bit, when she saw him sleeping on the left side of the bed (even if single, she still picked a side, even in her own bed, when alone, the right one), and, tiptoeing, in silence, went to bed at his side.

She had just gone under the covers, when she felt an arm grapping her, moving her towards his chest; turning so that they were face to face, she smiled, and, given him a quick kiss, she went to sleep in the same position of few days before…

DAY 11- MORNING

"Jane!" she creamed, while jumping out of bed, a part of the blanket to cover the body that, even if partially covered by the short pajamas, she still felt too exposed.

He smirked at her, without leaving his spot in the bed, hands behind his head. "C'mon, it's just a morning thing…"

"A morning thing is having breakfast! This ...this…this…"

"I'd say this is the normal, physiological and automatic response of a male body that finds it pressed against a female one. – she left the room, blushing, hoping that he wasn't seeing it – besides, it's not like you didn't feel flattered or enjoyed it!" As his screams were over, Jane's face was hit by a pillow.

"Ehy, even if I'm injured, I'm still a man…"

DAY 11- EVENING

"Look, look who we have here, the prodigal daughter…" he smiled at her, as she reached the bed.

"Listen- she said, answering to his 100 watt smile, reaching him under the covers – don't see too much in this, ok? I'm doing it for you, the only reason I'm here it's because I want to sleep well…"

"So, you're not here because you find me irresistible?"

"Not a chance" she smiled, and signed the sentence kissing him, fully on the lips.

Day 15

"Is that one of my shirts?"

With a smile that told "I'm sexy and I know it" she walked on "her" side of the bed, and, once under the cover, did what the first night he had done, reaching for him, and resting against his chest like he was a pillow, extremely close.

"I run off of nightclothes"

"And you decided to put on one of my shirts?" he said, frowning a little. He definitely liked the shivers he was having, but not in that moment, when he still couldn't do a thing about them.

"They are comfortable"

"Do you realize that putting on her man's shirt in the sexiest thing a woman could do?"

"Seriously, Patrick, how inexperienced you think I am?" she kissed him quickly on the lips, like they had done many times, only, that time he was the one with the knees on jelly.

"Ok, I got it, I got it, you're still upset for the last mornings… but you know, this isn't exactly going to help in that department…"

"Is it embarrassing you?"

"A bit, yes"

"Then I reached my goal"

DAY 16

"You know, you actually look… - Rigsby had again gone to visit Jane, and, as he looked at him deeply, he paused, a quizzical look on his face as he studied his friend's dreamy expression – you look rested. I thought you suffered of insomnia."

"You know the Side effects of painkillers…- he lied, hoping that Rigsby couldn't notice his look at Theresa, who was taking her coffee in the kitchen – sometimes they can kill you…"

"I bet you take a dose that could kill a mammoth…"

"Yeah, a knock-out dose, definitely…"

DAY 19

Before she could fall asleep, Teresa said just few words to him, as he held her in his embrace, thinking he was already in the land of Morpheus.

"I'll miss having you at home, Patrick" as she kissed his naked chest, he knew what she meant, and that, probably, that had be one of the most honest statement referred to him about him as well.

Day 20-Morning

"I can't believe I'm finally getting rid of you! I think we should celebrate. – She smiled as they left the hospital, Jane helped by a cane – I'll have again total possession of my beloved house! I'll not have to worry about the bath, how much I'll have to cover myself; I could come back to coffee once again!" Smiling, he shook his head, knowing too well what the last 20 days had meant for the both of them- especially the last 20 nights.

Day 21- morning

Jane had just come back from a walk, and, checking the answer machine, noticed a message; smiling, he pressed the replay button, enjoying it while sitting on his room's favorite chair.

Patrick, call me back, we need to talk.

He dialed her number, still smiling, and a happy, content, quiet and real smile.

"Ehy – he sweetly said, hearing her sleepy voice. – I just got your message, what's going on?"

How did you sleep this night?

"It was a hell, because you weren't' here. What about you?"

The same here: It was horrible, worst then the first nights I had you here, but I wasn't sleeping with you.

"I know – he paused – I already miss you"

I missed you who whole night she sweetly told him.

"Teresa, someone could say you have a dirty mind..." he joked

Oh, when I'll show you my dirty mind, you'll love it, Patrick… - she stopped to laugh, and, for a moment, they both were in silence, trying to find words the express what they felt – Patrick, how do you feel about packing your things and moving in with me?

"My dear – he said as he sent a look at his still undone suitcase –I'm already on my way…"