A/N : Sorry this one took a while guys. I was having a hard time trying to figure out the best way to do the next part, and it took a couple of re writes..but I liked it. Thanks for the reviews on chapter 5! You guys are awesome! Read and enjoy :)

Lisbon squeezed her eyes shut against the light pouring in from her bedroom window and snuggled further into her pillow. Her moving pillow. Her breathing pillow. Her eyes flew open as she was met with the rising and falling of a hairy chest. Her heart rate lowered as a smile played on her lips as the events from last night came rushing back. The kitchen floor, the couch, the stairs, the bed; It had been a long, good, night. So much for taking things slow, she thought her fingers lightly tracing invisible patterns on his bare chest.

She peaked up at him and smiled at his steady breathing as he slept. Yes, she was in bed with Patrick Jane. Her unruly, annoying, broken, breath-takingly handsome, kind, consultant. The list of adjectives used to describe him, positively and negatively, could go on, but Lisbon left at it that and snuggled closer against him; burying her head in his shoulder, turning her head slightly to place a feather light kiss on chest.

She felt his arms tighten around her at her movements and she giggled slightly.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked groggily, and without even looking at him, Lisbon could tell he was smiling.

Lisbon slipped her arms around his torso and smiled up at him. "Nothing,"

Jane dropped a kiss on her mess of dark curls and sighed. "Good morning,"

"Good morning,"

"How ya doing?"

Lisbon looked up at him and smiled. "Pretty good, actually,"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I had a great evening with this guy,"

"Great, huh?"

"Yeah. It wasn't so bad in bed either,"

"Hmm,"

Lisbon laughed and hugged him tightly.

"I knew I was out of practice but I at least thought-"

Lisbon rolled over on top of him and silenced him with a kiss. "I'm kidding,"

Jane smiled. " Well...you...you...were beyond amazing," he whispered, tucking her hair behind her ears.

Lisbon felt the color rise up her neck and into her cheeks and Jane smiled as the color rushed to her snow white face. "Aww Teresa, no need to bashful,"

More color came to her cheeks at the use of her first name, as Jane slipped a hand behind her neck, pulling her down to meet him another melting kiss. His mouth leaving hers, he started trailing kiss down her neck as she tilted her head back to allow him better access. His hands were just starting to wander to her chest when her phone started vibrating on the nightstand next to the bed.

Jane's head and hands fell back against the pillow as Lisbon rolled off him to retrieve it. He felt her body tense for a moment and then relax again as she the set phone back and turned back to him. "As much as I want to stay in bed all day with you...we do have to go to work," said, her fingers skimming his chest, as she propped herself up with other arm.

Jane reached over and pushed her hair out of her face, tracing her jawline as he did so. He caught her green eyes in an intense stare, giving her the time to freely bring up who was on the phone. But when she just looked at him, breaking out in a smile over his sudden seriousness, he smiled back.

"What?" she asked.

"What, what? I'm enjoying the moment," he whispered, trailing a hand down her shoulder, to her elbow to her wrist, he rested his fingers, keeping her locked in a trance.

Lisbon looked at him, uncertain.

"Work," he stated, jumping out of bed. Filing away the information that Lisbon's pulse was racing.

So far it had been an easy day. No calls, just paperwork. Lisbon sat at her desk, Jane lounged on her couch, drifting in and out of sleep. Occasionally Jane would Lisbon what her favorite something was and after a minute or two Lisbon would respond and even if Jane wasn't looking at her, he could tell she was smiling. The secrecy of whoever was getting in touch with Lisbon did bother him, but he was trying not to let it get in the way of this new alive feeling every time he looked at Lisbon.

Alternating between sitting up, laying down and walking around her office tinkering with things, he couldn't help that every time he looked over at her, he ended up staying at her, memorizing every curve, every feature to her. The way her body moved, the way she pushed her hair out of her eyes, the way she cracked her neck to alleviate the tension in her muscles. He honestly thought he had taken care of that last night. A smile played on his lips as he thought of last night. He had not had that much sex in a while, maybe that's why today HE was feeling so relaxed. When he took his ring off, he knew he had to close that chapter. Yes, he would always love and remember his wife, cherishing the memories he had of being with her. But they were ones he could not, did not want, to dwell on while he was with Lisbon. Lisbon was a new chapter. A new beginning. Not a replacement, just a fresh start that he needed, that she needed. And he was loving every minute of it.

So busy was Jane with his thoughts and Teresa with her paperwork, neither of them noticed a figure approaching her office.

"Well, I see things are hopping around here,"

Jane raised his eyes to their visitor, his brain making the connection before his gaze went next to Lisbon, who's mouth had dropped and looked a little stunned. Jane swallowed the lump in his throat fast and quickly got to his feet. "Walter Mashburn," he greeted, plastering on a grin and extending a hand, taking note of the single rose that Walter had in his hand.

"Patrick, good to see you," Walter beamed and then glanced over at Lisbon. "Teresa," he walked over to her desk as Lisbon, who was still speechless, glanced from Walter to Jane. "I figured you were busy, having not returned any of my calls or texts since, but don't worry, I don't want anything. I just wanted to give you this and say...uh " he glanced over his shoulder at Jane and then turned back to Lisbon, "I had enjoyed this past weekend,"

Jane felt like he had been punched in the gut, but he didn't show it. He was still smiling, but Lisbon saw the hurt, confusion and anger in his eyes, as he glared at Walter from behind him and then cast his glance to Lisbon.

"I ...uh..." Lisbon flustered.

"Oh, Lisbon, no need to be bashful," Jane said, jumping in, coming to stand next to Walter. "Thebman is just giving you rose. What exactly did you guys do this weekend?" he asked, looking at Walter.

"Oh ..Patrick..I don't kiss and tell," Walter said with a grin.

Jane kept the smile on his face as his mouth made an "o" shape and turned back to look at Lisbon, who still, had not said one word. "Well...I'll leave you two to it then," Jane said as he took his leave from the room. Shoving his hands in his jacket pocket, he hastened to the elevators, jabbing his finger against the button over and over until it pinged open. They opened again on the third floor, where he then took the stairs to the attic.

He liked to to think of himself as a calm, rational man, but at this moment in time all he wanted to do was punch Walter right in the nose. He could guess WHY Lisbon did it, in fact, he knew why, but that still didn't mean he liked it. Technically they weren't together at that point, and if he had looked outside of himself that night and gone after her, it wouldn't of happened. And he guess he would rather it be Mashburn than some random person she met at a bar. But still, he never thought Lisbon was that type of person to just call up someone when she needed comfort. Dropping in his chair, he rested his head in his hands and waited, knowing she would come to find him as soon as she dealt with Walter.

Last night had been so perfect, of course it had to come to a crashing halt. Of course it couldn't end well, this was his life. Chewing on his bottom lip, he thought. Yes, for Lisbon, he took of his wedding ring. Yes, he was almost sure he loved her, well, he knew loved her and cared for her, but things were just very complicated. Not to mention the fact that he was putting her in grave danger just by being friends with her, but by being together. Jane shuddered at the thought. The fear of the whole situation seeping back into him. Maybe Walter was the good thing for Lisbon, not him.

Standing up, he shoved his hands back in his pocket and started pacing. His heart and mind contradicting each other. He was the one feeling completely torn in two. He loved Lisbon, he wanted to be with her, she made him feel alive again, giving him a sense of something to live for. But then at the same time, she was just a new target for Red John and he couldn't bare the thought of the same thing happening to her as his wife and child. He was a different person now than he was with his wife. This was a new kind of love he was experiencing, that he wished he had got to experience with Angela.

"Jane," her voice was soft and raspy, like it was hard to speak.

He stopped, staring out the window, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to usher back the tears. He knew he what he had to do, he just prayed it wasn't too late.