Summery: Just another day at the office, another pissed of Lisbon, another uncaring Jane.
Prompt: Jane finally gives into his attraction to Lisbon in the most inopportune time.
They were in trouble, well, more her than him. He'd insulted a rich and powerful person who he was almost certain was a murderer. Sadly, he had been wrong, but not by much, it had been the jerks wife. But they still ended up in front of Hightower. Being the golden boy that he was he knew Jane was safe, but Lisbon…she'd already been suspended once for his behavior, one day it would be worse, but he couldn't help it.
He looked back over at her, she was fuming. Yeah, he was in for it. He looked back at Hightower; he should really be paying attention to what she was saying.
"You need to rein him in Agent Lisbon. This time I was able to talk the senator out of pressing charges, it would have looked bad in the press, what with his wife having just being arrested for murder, but at the same time, this isn't the first time this has happened."
"Yes Ma'am, I understand completely." Lisbon glared at him and he looked down at the floor. He didn't watch as Lisbon walked out of the room, he didn't need to; he'd go bother her later.
"It wasn't her fault." He said to Hightower when the door stopped swinging.
"She's responsible for you Patrick, if you screw up, it's on her head." He cringed, this needed to change.
He didn't say anything to Hightower, just walked out as was his way. He walked toward the bull pen when he saw her sitting at her desk, the light in her office off, the light on her desk on. The way it illuminated her, the gentle glow and the shadows on her face…
Without thinking he stepped into her office and right up to her desk. "Lisbon, I just wanted to say…I'm sorry. I know I was out of line."
"I'm sorry isn't going to change the fact that I'm about two missteps away from getting fired Jane." She didn't look up from the papers she was signing on her desk. He knew from experience that she wasn't really working, just trying not to look at him. Taking another tactic he stepped around to the side of her desk and crouched down so that he was on eye level with her.
"Lisbon, I am truly sorry that my inability to control my actions seems to always get you in trouble. I don't mean to cause you or anyone else on this team harm, either physical, personal or career wise. I really do care for you."
"If I didn't know you better Jane," she looked over at him and started back slightly at how close he was, "I'd think that you were actually apologizing. Luckily for me I know how to spot your bull shit." She stood up, knocking him back onto the floor and grabbed her bag, already packed and ready to go.
"I'm not going to put up with it forever Jane. One day I'm just going to have enough. It'll come down to me or Hightower, but I'm not going to be around forever and your next handler might not be as gracious as I am."
Jane watched as she almost stalked out of the door. The sting from where his backside had hit the floor hurt almost as much as the wound to his pride. She didn't believe his heart felt attempt at an apology. And worse, she'd looked damn sexy telling him off.