A/N: Alright, no one was close with the age-guessing. Well, you were, you just all guessed the same thing. But apparently my mother thinks I come off as older than I actually am. And according to your guesses- she was right. So thanks to those who did help me out with that little experiment, and this is for you! At least this first part…. ;D

And I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to write any 'sex scenes'. If one of you knows an author that will write something that I can post in one of the chapters, would you let me know? Or if you're up to it, PM me or review! I might have you PM your writing to me and let me choose which best fits the story?

"Grace," Lisbon tried to calm her down. "I'm not pregnant. Did Jane tell you that?"

"Aw, you're not? I was really excited,"

"I know," Lisbon sighed.

"Jane told Rigsby that you were…"

"Excuse me while I go murder Jane," Lisbon told her as she hurried out of the room.

To the story…

"Jane!" Lisbon marched into his attic hideout. "Why the hell did you tell the team that I'm pregnant?"

So much for her cooling off, Jane thought.

He smiled and stood up from the wooden crate he was sitting on. "You're going to look so very sexy pregnant with my child," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her petite waist.

Lisbon allowed herself to hug him back. "What do you mean, 'going to'? Jane, we've never slept together. We're not together," she said, gesturing towards them.

"Well, technically we have slept together, my dear." Then as an afterthought, he asked, "Do you want to be together?"

The vulnerability in his eyes made Lisbon hesitate just before her 'no' left her mouth. Did she? She shouldn't. Though Jane had made sure she knew there weren't any rules stopping them. If that wasn't what was holding them back, what was?

She realized it was her.

"Yeah, I think I do," Lisbon couldn't look into Jane's eyes; she was embarrassed. "And you knew what I meant, about the sleeping together thing,"

He grinned. Lisbon wanted him. Him. The broken man who was still in love with his wife, who annoyed everyone and pissed off everyone who was even moderately important.

Yet he couldn't keep his mind from wondering to the fantasies he'd had about Lisbon being pregnant.

"We can remedy that right now," he said in response to her earlier comment.

Jane grabbed her hips and pinned her against the wall.

"Jane?" She sounded uncertain.

He silenced her by kissing her. Jane pinned Lisbon's arms against the wall, lifting them above her head. He threaded his fingers with hers as she slowly started to relax into him. Dropping one of her hands, Jane cupped her chin then released her lips from his.

Lisbon watched Jane's face after he pulled back from the kiss, as his eyes clouded over.

He kissed her neck and she couldn't stop herself from moaning his name. She urgently pressed her lips against his and plowed her tongue through his lips, wanting to taste every bit of him while she could. She knew this wouldn't last forever.

He released her after a second.

"Are you sure you want this?" Lisbon asked him, seeing the guilty look in his eye.

He nodded his head, and that was the only confirmation she needed.

She let her hands roam his chest, wanting to memorize everything before it was too late, before she lost him. Because she knew that he wouldn't want her, after he realized he had betrayed his dutifulness to his wife. He would close her out for ever, he wouldn't ever confide in her again. No matter how much she loved him, like he always said. He was right. If she told him that he was right, would that make him happy? No, probably not.

But if he wanted this, she wouldn't deny him of it, because she wanted it too.

Jane caressed her skin under her shirt, though he kept begging his hands to stop. He was worried he was going to hurt her. Not physically, but emotionally.

He knew he loved his wife; there was no doubt about that. But he felt she was still there with him somehow, watching his every move. She probably wouldn't agree with some of the choices he made, some of the things he had done. He couldn't change those things now. But he could put an end to this. Would Angela approve of him and Lisbon? No, but what wife would? Lisbon? No. She would let him get away with murder among other things, but he was sure she wouldn't let him take her self-worth away from her.

As Jane's hands slid down Lisbon's arms and his fingers ran in between her pats and the skin of her hip's, he realized that he needed to show restraint.

Yet he couldn't stop as his hands started ridding her of her clothes. He unbuttoned her blouse as fast as he could, fumbling over every button. He hadn't done this in a while.

Lisbon knew this wouldn't end in any way good for her. Yet she let Jane strip her of her shirt and bra. She stood against the wall of the attic, letting him do whatever it was he wanted. She would allow him to feast on her, even if it was only this once. She would let him tear her down if it meant he would bring himself up. It didn't matter to her. If he wanted it, she would make it happen. He was her world, and her world needed saving. If this was what would save him, so be it.

When she was fully naked, Jane stepped away from her, taking in every one of the features of her body. He stood there for a good five minutes; all the while Lisbon twisted her hair around her finger nervously. Self-consciously.

She watched as his eyes changed. He stepped back again and straightened himself up. He looked at her again, then rushed from the room.

Her face fell. She knew she wasn't ever going to be good enough for him. She saw it in his eyes once he, too, realized it. Things would never be the same between them. Still naked, she slid down the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees.

She knew she should get dressed, go home, eat some cookies & cream icecream, but she couldn't make herself get up. She couldn't cry, not where anyone could see her.

She was numb. Couldn't think straight. She felt like she was just a shell. She knew she shouldn't trust any man. But she couldn't help but to trust Patrick Jane. Now look where it got her. She sighed. She didn't feel like she was really there as she picked up her clothes.

She got dressed, and made sure no one was left at the CBI. Lisbon grabbed her stuff and rode the elevator to where she needed to go. She didn't even try to smile when the cute security guard tried to flirt with her. Without thinking at all, she unlocked her car to get in. She sat down in the driver's seat and rested her head against the headrest.

Only then did she allow herself to cry.

A/N: I know its short and angsty. Just review, okay? I'm not exactly happy (as you may be able to tell by the poem I posted in my profile) and this was hard to write. I want 30 reviews, or I'm probably not going to continue this. Let me know your thoughts, and sorry for the late update. I could use a smile? Help me with that? Thanks…