Hello all, i am back again. Celebrating my first day of freedom with a little bit of Jisbon. Did you all like his return? This chapter is shameless fluff; i thought they needed a little break for all the sadness.
I hope you enjoy...

Of Many Things
Chapter Eighteen

As it turned out, much to Lisbon's surprise, and if she were being honest delight, Jane's idea of dinner was take out pizza from the local restaurant that their closed case pizzas came from. A delicious mix of stringy cheese, mushrooms, ham and sweetcorn, with the best pizza sauce ever created. She had to hand it to Jane, he really did know her incredibly well. And if she knew Jane, the three agents who she loved dearly would also be tucking into his special delivery right about now. Although thinking of them made her heart ache, she was determined to push it to the back of her mind for the time being. There was time for tears, and grief, and sadness later that night. Right now, all she wanted to do was eat her favourite food, with her favourite pain in the ass consultant.
Said consultant was currently watching as Lisbon scoffed down yet another slice of pizza; occasionally losing the topping in her rush to eat it. He lent over and wiped off the sauce that she had some how managed to get on her nose, choosing to eat it himself rather than simply wiping his hand. The quizzical look she gave him could only be described as cute as a button; something which she did incredibly well.
'You eat like a five year old.' he all but giggled.
Lisbon, trying to feign annoyance was betrayed by the smile that had spread across her entire being, 'Well, i was hungry. You made me wait far too long.'
'Well, you sure managed to make up for the time delay. I'm still on my second piece, what is that, your fifth slice?'
'Sixth.' Lisbon was well and truly blushing now. Which, in the opinion of Jane, was when she was at her most beautiful.
Teresa could feel him staring at her, the humorous air now becoming slightly thicker, 'What?' she enquired.
'Oh' nothing, i was just thinking about pudding.' he smiled. Lisbon knew that he was lying, but didn't want to push it just now, in fear of ruining their time together. She knew there would come a time when they would stop the fun of a 'first date' and enter into deep conversation; Jane wouldn't let her go without knowing the entire truth about her, but for now, they would just enjoy the childish flirting and good food.
'You brought pudding?' Lisbon questioned excitedly.
'Perhaps you should finish the pizza that is around your face first.' Jane pointed out the mess which she had made whilst eating.
Lisbon swatted him on the arm, her blush ever deepening, 'Child.' Jane accused. To which Lisbon scowled, and carried on eating her pizza like a five year old at a birthday party, desperately hoping that pudding included at least 800 calories, and was completely bursting with chocolate and toffee sauce.

Jane and Lisbon sat crossed legged on her hospital bed; her snuggled into the head board with at least six bright white pillows piled up behind and beside her. Jane sat opposite, their knees just touching. He watched intently as she finished off the biggest slice of double chocolate, fudge brownie, marshmallow topped cake that he had ever seen before in his life. Himself licking the remnants of his cherry pie from his lips. He had always known that Lisbon had a sweet tooth, but he really didn't know how she wasn't sick. A single spoonful of the monstrosity she had just eaten would have lasted him a week.
Lisbon leaned across to the cabinet by the side of her bed and placed the now empty bowl onto it. She reached up and pulled her dark hair into the pile on top of her head and wrung round a bobble. Welcoming the cooling effect of getting the matted mess away from her neck and shoulders.
'I hope that is what heaven tastes like.' She mused, not really meaning to say it out loud, 'Thank you Jane, it was absolutely delicious.'
Lisbon was slightly shocked at how close Jane was now to her, rocked forward onto his knees that were moments ago touching hers. Her drew her in for a loving kiss, one that sent a million little stars shooting down her spine. Just as she was about to deepen the kiss, he pulled back a little, 'No my dear, that is what heaven tastes like.'
Lisbon smiled brightly against Jane's lips, resting her forehead against his and just breathing in ever little bit of him that she could. Of the wonderful man who had healed her heart. The scent of Patrick Jane was a hard one to describe, but it was truly magical in every way. Tea leaves and summer skin. That is what he reminded her of, that and so much more. It was as if she could smell his whole life. The good and the bad. The breath taking and the heart breaking. The best days of his life and the worst. And right now, hot cherries still lingered on his breath, making his mouth taste too delicious to ever stop kissing. That is all she wanted to do. Forget every other thing in this entire world and simply melt into the flushed lips of Patrick Jane. But she also knew that this was a man that never did anything by halves, there would be a lot more to this sparkling night than dinner. So, with one last lingering peck on his lips, she pushed him back so that he was once again sitting opposite her. The slightly shocked look, but ever gorgeous look he had on his face making her giggle and blush. Goodness, he was such a handsome man.
'As much as i would love to kiss the entire night away, i fear you that have other plans for us tonight.'
'Well, my little moon beam, you might just be right about that.' And with a grin that said she was in store for the unexpected, Jane reached down to grab the box that was just one of the many supplies currently sat beneath Lisbon's bed. Placing it down in the space beneath their bodies, he soaked in the wonderful look of delight that washed over Teresa's features. She looked up at him, with all the excitement of a little girl on Christmas eve, 'Frustration!' she squealed.
It had been years since Teresa Lisbon had played this game. Jane really did amaze her, sometimes it felt like he already knew her entire life. This was quite possibly the best game ever invented, and she intended to beat the devastatingly handsome, yet annoyingly smug man that was currently setting out the plastic game pieces; instinctively knowing that she wanted to be yellow.

That's all folks. At least for another chapter. I will be back with the next one very soon.
How are you liking their date so far?
I have a few more things planned for them yet (strictly 'hush hush' you understand) but if you have any suggestions/ideas for what they could do, please feel free to drop them by. If used, i will of course credit you for them.
Thank you again for reading. See you all soon. Katie :) xx