I know this is a little late, but blame it on some Happy New Year!!

This one is a little fluffy and fun.

DISCLAIMER: A slight hangover, I own. These characters are only mine in the sense that I play with them here.

JANUARY - New Year's Day

Teresa Lisbon opened her eyes and immediately regretted that action. The light assaulting her eyes was offensive and painful. Her head protested that action most strenuously. Shutting them again tightly, she covered reached for a pillow to cover her face. That was impossible because the pillow wouldn't move. Biting the bullet, she cracked her lids to a slit and looked over.

What the hell?? There was a head of blond hair facing away from her on the pillow. Oh my God! What happened? Better yet, where the hell was she? This was not her bed. Forcing her head up, she looked around. She was in a hotel room? With Patrick Jane in her bed? Detective work, Teresa, do some, she lectured herself.

Putting her head down, she began to run over the events of the evening before. It was New Year's. That she remembered clearly. Jane had talked the group into going to Vegas for the occasion. It was his Christmas treat for them all. She knew she and Grace had argued against it. Neither one liked the atmosphere. Rigsby had pulled Van Pelt aside and spoke to her quietly and urgently. Whatever he said to her had changed her mind. Teresa assumed he reminded her it would be a chance for them to be away together. Lisbon had suspected he reminded her that "What happens in Vegas, etc." She alone became the sole dissenter. Even Cho, usually her ally had lifted one corner of his mouth and she knew he was hooked too.

When they got to the hotel, they were shocked to be taken to the penthouse suite. As usual, Rigsby voiced what they were all thinking.

"Whoa! How freaking rich are you, Jane? This must cost a fortune!"

Lisbon remembered the small smirk on his face. He always enjoyed taking them by surprise. This time he had really outdone himself. There were four bedrooms off the huge living area. The suite took up almost half the floor of the huge hotel. Rigsby and Cho had volunteered to share a room. Privately, they both knew Rigsby would be with Van Pelt and that would leave Cho free to enterain should he so choose.

They all got massages and got themselves dressed for a late dinner together. Jane had gotten them tickets to the grand ball and the entertainment line up was impressive. She remembered they started drinking at dinner. After that, the night became a bit of a blur.

She was able to remember there were six at dinner. Somehow, Cho had persuaded a member of the resort security team to join them. Sara Whiting was a petite blonde who wore heavy glasses and made Cho laugh. Apparently, she was finishing law school and did undercover security part time. Why did she remember that and not why Jane was in her bed?

She snuck another peek at Jane. His breathing was even and he had not moved. Oh Crap! He wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh Crap! She wasn't wearing anything! Think, Teresa, think!

As she lifted her hand to her aching head, a slight flash caught her eye. What the hell? Oh Crap! There on her left hand was a ring, actually, two rings. As she stared at the rings, scattered images began to rush at her. Laughing, drinking too much, the show, the big countdown. She could remember Jane's face as they all went for a walk to take in the madness after midnight. The alcohol had lowered their natural cop instincts to avoid drunken crowds like that.

She remembered the feel of Jane's arm around her as they pressed through the crowd behind Rigsby and Van Pelt. She remembered being surprised at how strong and right that arm felt around her. Then……crap! Why couldn't she remember more?

Suddenly she felt the bed shift. She could feel Jane rolling over and looking at her. Now what should she do? Panic forced her to remain still.

"Teresa, dear, don't pretend to be asleep. I am the master of that."

Lisbon opened her eyes to find Jane smiling at her propped up on one elbow. The crisp white sheet barely covered his lower torso, she noted, even as she realized she shouldn't be looking there. Before she could even form the words, Jane, as usual was miles ahead of her.

"You're wondering what happened. You are thinking those rings can't mean what you think. You are trying not to think about what's under this sheet. Mostly, you are trying to think of a way to get out of this bed without me seeing what's under your half of the sheet"

Crap, Crap, Crap! Why did the man always have to be right?

"So, what happened? We aren't really….."

"Married?" He smiled slowly and widely. It was a real smile, not the fake plastic one he usually gave the world. It was even more devastating to her senses. It was warm, and real and directed at her. Reaching forward with his free hand, he stroked the side of her face and neck slowly, bringing memories of his hands all over her body skittering to her consciousness. Taking the hand with the offending jewelry into his, he kissed it slowly. Each fingertip was given separate attentions. By the time he turned over and began to trace little licking kisses into her palm, Lisbon was flushed and heated. Oh Crap! That was just my hand.

"Would that be so terrible?"

**************************************************************Before you all start throwing old candy canes at me, this is just a little stand alone bit of fun.

Hoping all of you in Fan Fiction Land have a New Year full of love and imagination!!