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She's almost stunned by how comfortable they can feel in each other's presence. Yes, they always felt comfortable with each other, she is aware of that, but they have never hung out like this in her house all alone, because of the desperate (and failing) efforts to keep her professional relationships professional.

And she is definitely stunned by how Jane can manage to keep his mouth shut. She was expecting him to shoot little remarks about the show that she is watching, or maybe make observations, describe the characters, predict what will happen next, do something Jane- like, but instead, he just watches it quietly, not saying a single word.

Now wouldn't her life be so much better if he could be this quiet while interrogating a suspect? Or a fellow CBI agent? Or a person they came across on the street?

She sighs contently, and turns up the volume. Her mind is not on the TV show though; it keeps straying back to Jane. Random conversations from random days plop inside her head. She doesn't even remember most of the events properly anymore. It's weird how she is thinking of this now. Maybe it's because there's too much of Jane in her life and she never noticed it? She doesn't think that she minds that though….

Lisbon frowns. She doesn't like where her trail of thoughts are heading. She has a fairly good idea how this can end. So this is what happens when Jane keeps quiet.

It's kind of boring though, if she is willing to admit, and it's kind of scary too, not knowing what exactly he is thinking. It's not like she always knows what he's thinking, quite the opposite actually, but there's the possibly that he'll pick up little details of the show and point them out to her later. Now that is definitely not a conversation that she wants to have.

Time passes silently. She keeps feeling this giddy, happy kind of feeling that she can't describe. It's new it's nice, she likes it, but it's kind of scary too. She really needs to talk, to say something, and she really wants to too.

When she turns to face him, she sees him fondling the ring in his finger. The happy feeling is gone soon enough, and worry takes over her.

"Jane?" she asks quietly, almost in a whisper.

"Huh?" he replies, still staring at the TV, and not looking at her. His fingers continue its motion with the ring, and she sees him taking it off and slipping it back on repeatedly.

What exactly is going on in his mind?

She just stares at him, keeping her gaze soft and soothing, waiting to see if he wants to talk about it, if he wants to share something.

After a moment, he feels her stare. His head snaps to her face, and he frowns in confusion. "What? Is there something on my face?" he narrows his eyebrows together, staring at her. His tone is completely natural, his eyes bearing the same look of amusement they usually do, the same quirky grin at the corner of his lips.

Her eyes widen. So he was doing that absent-mindedly? He didn't realize he was fiddling with his wedding ring? Or is he lying on purpose? It's so hard to tell. She'll never get Jane.

"Nothing", she shakes her head, looking away. Before he can tease her about staring at him, she shoots him a question. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Whatever you want to cook", he tells her, before he breaks into a grin, "as long as it's edible."

She smacks his sides, it's an instinct, and glares at him playfully. "Better than the awful sandwiches that you made me eat."

"I didn't make you eat them, Lisbon. You were hungry, you ate them willingly." He reasons, now tapping his feet on the ground in a random rhythm.

She wonders what is going on….

"I'll go start dinner." She blurts out suddenly, jumps up from the couch, and dashes to her kitchen. She dares just one glance back, and finds him blinking in confusion.

She leans against her kitchen wall and sighs, trying to catch her breath. Suddenly, she feels like she is suffocating. In a good way.

It's almost like she ran away from him because his gaze was burning her….

"Need help?"

She jumps up at the sudden sound of his voice, placing a hand over her panting chest. Her heart is pounding like a drum being pounded on by a mad drummer. "Stop doing that!" she hisses at him, ready to hit him with the frying pan that's nearest to her hand.

He backs up quickly, and holds up his hands in defense. "Whoa, Lisbon! We're not cartoons, you know? That is actually going to hurt."

She only glares harder and lifts the pan higher. Now she is serious. "Shut up Jane!"

"You do not want to do that", he tries reasoning, trying to walk away slowly from the kitchen. She seems to calm down some as he does, so he decides it's the right move. Though he's not really sure what he did to anger her this much this time….

"You bet I do!" she hisses, but with something other than venom in her voice. He knows what that something is, and he really wants to hope that he is wrong this one time.

"Okay, okay, okay", he exits the kitchen slowly, taking two steps at a time, "I'll just watch TV then."

Once he's out of her sight, she places the pan back down and sighs. What is wrong with her? Why is he doing this to her today? She is so tempted to blame this on Jane somehow. She'll admit though- this was kind of sort of fun in their usual way.

"You know, you're acting weird today."

He shoots the comment and makes a run for it just in time before the frying pan lands on the door and breaks. He knew she'd do that. He also knows she didn't really aim for him, she just threw it randomly to scare him away. He'll give her the pleasure.

"JANE!" she yells, "Look at what you just broke! I told you that you better not break my things!"

"I didn't break it! You did!" he yells from some room in some part of her house.

She easily recognizes where the sound is coming from. She knows he's hiding inside the bathroom.

Good. She grins, tiptoes there and locks him in. Now he can't cause her any more trouble.

She happily returns to the kitchen, finally calm, and finally feeling like herself. Finally, she will not be thinking about Jane, and wow, she just did. She shakes her head to ignore the thoughts and lights her oven, taking out her utensils from the shelf.

Of course peace lasts for only two minutes. It doesn't take Jane much long to toy with a lock, get out and join her again.

A/N: thought I should write pure fluff. Hope you liked it. Do you want a Jane's POV? Please review :) Thank you for reading :)