a/n: Thank-you so much for the reviews guys! And here comes the turmoil.. rated T :) Enjoy!

Jane didn't realize he was holding his breath until he saw agents come filing out, dragging along cuffed men between them. The EMT's ran in past the people walking out and he saw Cho emerge and their gazes locked as he waved him in.

"Where's Lisbon?" he yelled, fear gripping his heart.

"She's alright, there was a stand off tho," Cho said said as Jane followed him inside.

Jane's eyes searched frantically for Lisbon and he found her sitting on the floor, with two EMT's hovering over her. One was pressing gauze to a wound on her neck which blood was trailing, the other was applying a cold compress to a nasty bruise on her right temple.

"Somebody jumped out of a closet, surprised Van Pelt, got her in a choke hold. Boss couldn't get a shot, chucked her gun and jumped the guy. Gave her a good hit to the head," Cho paused in his story stelling as Jane's eyes flicked for a moment to Van Pelt he was getting looked over by another EMT, with a worried Rigsby by her side. "Another one got Lisbon from behind with a knife, trying to use her as an escape goat. She's alright, he shoved her forward when he tried to run, but he didn't get far,"

Lisbon looked up and saw him and he could see the fear and relief for a split second before her fearless facade took over and she shot him a glare "I thought I told you to stay in the car," she said.

"He was by the front of the house," Cho felt inclined to share.

Jane cracked a cheap smile that didn't reach his eyes as he numbly walked over to where Lisbon was. "Now, do I ever listen?"

"That's true," Lisbon said, wincing slightly as the the emt taped a piece of gauze on her forehead.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly, bending down to her level.

"Yeah," Lisbon mumbled, looking anywhere but in his eyes, she glanced over at the dead body on the floor. "Better than him...can't say I'm sorry,"

"Karma is a bitch," Cho stated.

Once Lisbon and Van Pelt were cleared to go, they all filed out of the house, leaving the clean up to the local PD and the coroners. Cho took the keys from Lisbon, declaring himself driver, while Rigsby and Van Pelt claimed the backseat.

Jane offered his hand to Lisbon to help her in, taking some comfort in their brief moment of contact, he squeezed her hand, making her look over at him and smile weakly. Shutting the door behind her, he climbed into the middle bucket seats and stretched his legs across both seats. "Good job guys," he said grinning broadly, trying to remain his casual self. He expected the silence that followedand leaned back in his seat, letting his gaze settle on Lisbon. He watched her lean her seat back with shaky hands and press a hand to the bridge of her nose.

"You okay boss?" Cho asked quietly, almost tenderly, Jane was intrigued.

"Yeah, I'm good,"

Jane admired the fact that her voice didn't waver. Between her and Van Pelt it was no contest as to who was handling it better. Van Pelt was quiet and leaning heavily on Rigsby's support where as Lisbon put on the brave, strong face. But he read in between the lines. He saw the fear, the weariness the need for someone, anyone to just hug her.

"They are probably gonna want a debriefing. I can make um hold until tomorrow boss," Cho said as they all climbed out of the van upon reaching headquarters.

"No, it's fine," Lisbon said, her hand clutching to the door to steady herself as the world spinned a little around her.

"Hey, you ok?" Jane was immediately in front of her, his hand reaching out to steady her as she had done so many times for him in the past.

"Yeah, just a little dizzy-"

"You okay boss?" Cho, too was at her side, avoiding actual physical contact though.

"I'm fine, guys,"

"You should of gone to the hospital, you might have a concussion," Jane muttered.

"I'm fine. I think Van Pelt is more-"

"I'm fine boss," Van Pelt said quietly, putting a few inches between herself and Rigsby, as if trying to prove a point.

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "Lets just all debrief and go home,"

Two hours later, as the clock scooted a little past eight o'clock, Jane sat on Lisbon's couch, awaiting her arrival. He wasn't sure what was going on with him and Lisbon, or where it was going, but he knew he , for once, he wasn't scared of going forehead. Lisbon was strong, dependent, and he cared for her and wanted to protect her and be there for her to the best of his ability, but he knew there was a streak in her that he knew he would never be able to fully protect and she would she just protect herself. She obviously always had, growing up with a father like the one she had. Having three little brothers to watch over, no wonder SHE was so protective HIM all those times. He smiled to himself at that thought. Yes, she cared for him too, that he knew, but if she was strong enough to let go and let THEM happen; to let HIM actually protect her- THAT he was unsure of.

So lost in thought he didn't see Lisbon make her back to into her office. Or apparently, hear her call his name, until she was standing in front of him, kicking his foot with hers.

"Jane! Are you ok?"

He looked up at her and smiled. "That's a silly question to ask ME. I wasn't held at knife point today,"

Lisbon rolled her eyes and dropped down next to him, letting their bodies brush, sending chills up both their spines.

They sat their for a moment, content in their silence. Lisbon shifted her body a little more towards Jane and dropped her head on his shoulder. "I'm so tired,"

"I don't know why, it's not like you did much today" Jane muttered, an impish smile on his face as Lisbon's hand reached over and swatted his chest. He caught it, holding it in mid air, hesitating weather to bring the hand to his lips or to just hold it. He went with the second option and just held her hand against chest. "I'm gonna..be honest here..and tell you...I...I was scared today," he said softly. He could feel Lisbon stiffen beside him, but he continued on. "I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know if you were okay...I was going crazy...I..I was so relieved when I saw you, alive. I just wanted to hug you,"

He heard Lisbon sigh and he had no idea what that meant. Her head was still resting on his shoulder and her hand had relaxed in his hold. "I was scared too," she said quietly. Looking up at him he saw the tears streaming silently down her face.

He reached up and wiped them away with this thumb.

"It isn't the first time I've been in a situation like that. But...Van Pelt, for her, all I could of was keeping her alive. And then when he had me and the knife...all I could think about was...," she looked down at their hands intertwined and bit her bottom lip, unsure of how to finish her sentence.

"I'm not going anywhere Teresa," he let his hand rest on her cheek , thumbing away the tears that continued to trek down her smooth features.

Lisbon nodded and looked down, once again, at her hand in her lap. Unsure of where to go from here.

Jane's hand slipped down her neck, his eyes going to where his hand skimmed over her bandage. He brushed a thumb over it gingerly. The thought of how close he came to losing her today, hitting him more. His hand slid behind her neck as he leaned his head down and rested their foreheads together, careful not to touch the bruise on the one side. "I'm here, Teresa," he found himself whispering to her, wanting so badly to lean forward and kiss her, to let her know how much of him was there.

Lisbon's heart was racing. So loud, she thought Jane could hear it and could swear he was being this close to just make her uncomfortable. She was melting under his touch and at being this close to him, but yet she couldn't pull away. She needing something, something to make her feel alive. She felt the cool feeling of metal against her cheek, knowing that it was the wedding ring Jane still wore, and closed her eyes. Knowing what her head was telling her, yet feeling what her heart and body contradicting her head.

More tears fell down her face as she felt like she was being ripped in two. She wanted so badly just to lean and make all her feelings of fear and worry disappear and just give in, but she just knew the result in the end.

"It's gonna be okay," Jane really didn't know why she was crying, he had his theories and figured it was just her adrenaline wearing off and the realization of almost being killed finally settling in, it was hard to read Lisbon. He just wanted her pain to stop, her fear to go away, for her to smile. He thought about it less then a second and then found his hand letting go of hers and slipping it under her arm and around her waist, tugging her just a little closer. "Don't cry," he whispered, ever so softly kissing away her tears that tracked down her face.

The touch of his lips on her cheek, just made more tears flow as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Finally she couldn't hold out any longer and turned her face so that the kisses meant for her cheek, landed softly on her lips.

Jane wasn't surprised, he was getting to that location. He paused for just a slight moment , there lips still touching, but not quiet kissing. They both opened their eyes and stared into the others. Then at the same time, Jane pressing into her and Lisbon pushing forward, they met in forceful kiss. There lips melding together, as they both pushed at each others lips with their tongues so they could battle against each other.

Lisbon's one hand slid around his neck while the other got caught up in his mess of blonde curls, as she leaned into him, pressing him back against the couch.

They both needed this, they both wanted this. They wanted everything to go away, and the for the world to just let them be for a while. They needed that feeling that they mattered to some one else, that someone in this world needed them. They also just wanted the other one to feel better and for their pain to slip away. So they fought for it.

Even with Lisbon and all of her tiny force in her petite body tried to press Jane back into the couch, he wanted it too and his own power took over. With one hand already around her and another on her neck, he used the his body weight in his advantage and eased her back gently. All the while they tongues going at each other, Jane leaned her back on the couch. His hand slipping under shirt and running across the tightness of her stomach.

Lisbon gasped at his touch and moaned softly into his mouth, making it hard for Jane not to show just how much he was turned on right now.

Jane's hand gripped her waist as his mouth slid away from hers and down her neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his trail. His kisses turning to sucks, nips and flicks of his tongue as he moved to the other side, stopping for a moment to gently kiss her wound, and then continuing back up to her lips as his hand continued up her stomach, rubbing at her skin just under her breasts.

Lisbon's mind was going crazy. She needed him, she wanted him. His touch, his lips, his body, EVERYTHING. She couldn't help her body's reaction as her grips grinded against him, and he growled in approval as his hand closed over her breast and they both let out moans of pleasure.

Then just as suddenly and passionately as it all started, as Lisbon started pulling at the buttons on hist vest, as Jane started pulling at her bra under shirt. It stopped as she felt the cool, small piece of metal, from Jane's hand against her flesh. "Jane, no," she managed to get out, staying her fingers and pressing her palms against his chest.

Jane let out a deep sigh and pulled away, not completely off of her, but just enough so that he could look at her face. "Teresa, it's okay,"

"No, no it's not. We can't," Lisbon pushed at him more, and Jane reluctantly rolled off her.

"Teresa, wait," Jane reached for her wrist as she sat up and made to get up and walk away.

"Patrick," Lisbon tugged at her hand and Jane let it go, not wanting to force the situation. She stood, tugging at her shirt. She took a few steps away and then stopped.

Jane hoped, for a moment she turn back around, but all he heard was her whisper "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of," and then walk away.

Jane let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. The light catching on his ring, casting a glisten in his eye, he looked down at the ring and his mouth dropped slightly as he realized why Lisbon had stopped it. He twirled the ring around on his finger and sighed his mind racing as his body tried to make the decision weather to run after her or let it be.