A/N: So sorry for the belates… I've had 6 chapters of this fanfic finished on my kindle since before I wrote the 1st chapter but it's just taking so long and I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: This is not mine, but I wish it was, cause, how awesome would this be?
Lisbon wakes up around four, breathing very heavily. She notices something is pressing against her chest. She feels around for her blanket but it is breathing. Slightly alarmed, but figuring it is because she is still partially asleep, she tries to grab ahold of it and pull it closer. It does not move freely and Lisbon's eyes shoot open as she realizes her 'blanket' is solid. Muscular, even. She feels upward and looks down. She cannot see what she is wearing, if anything. What's more, there is something yellow and fuzzy moving beneath her chin. Blond hair?
Shocked, she shifts a little. Lisbon notices she is at least wearing a black lace bra. She squirms to flee the bed, but her sleep-induced man only bears down harder and thrusts his hips against her. She is involuntarily locked in place. She figures it can only be one man and remembers what had happened earlier. About the alley, but she doesn't recall anything that had occurred after. Instead of overthinking it, she grins and snuggles closer to him. She falls back to sleep.
Jane wakes up three hours later. He is very aroused from a delectable dream and he shifts his body. At this motion, his pillow lets out a soft moan. The man freezes, hovering over his so-called boss and best friend. She is only wearing her bra and a pair of matching panties. He looks down at his own attire, seeing only a pair of boxers. He has no idea how he had gotten here, but he is in no mood to complain. He smiles and kisses her temple. He lays back down on his new favorite pillow.
Lisbon wakes up once more, a little after eight-thirty. She gasps as she finds she is… they are over an hour and a half late for work. She squirms again. Jane involuntarily squeezes her tight and awakes without opening his eyes. He smiles. He could have fun with this exciting new unintentional spasm.
"Jane?" Lisbon whispers. "Patrick, wake up. We, uh, gotta get up."
She makes a move to kick her feet from him. Jane simply adds more pressure while also gripping a fistful of Lisbon's hair. For extra effect, he softly whispers, 'Don't leave me.' He pulls her back and Lisbon sighs. She watches him breath. Carefully.
"Patrick, now I know you're asleep… but… I know you can't hear me and… maybe that's a good thing. When, when you wake up, will you remember? Will you remember being drunk in the alley? Will you remember calling me? Will you remember who you thought I was? That you thought I was Cho? And that you were passed out when I finally got to you? Patrick, you told me you hated Pike. Spat his name out like a poison. Patrick, do you? Will you remember? Patrick, you told me you love me. Do you love me? Is it true?"
Jane whimpers at her words then attempts to cover it up with a nightmare. "No! T'resa! Come back!" He grasps at the air, letting his arms collapse. "For love! For love!"
Jane 'wakes up' in a sweat. He leaps from his spot, rolling to the side. He has shattered, shallow breathing. His arms are shaking and he is running a fever. He acts as if he doesn't realize where he is. Or who he is with. He dangles his legs off and shakes his head. Lisbon remains worried and stays silent behind him. Jane stands up and walks to the doorway, giving Lisbon a nice glance at his Red Wings boxer shorts.
Without looking at its destination, Jane kicks off his underwear and tosses it back. He wobbles out of the room, in search for a bathroom. Lisbon waits to hear a door shut, followed by the sound of running water. Lisbon carefully puts Jane's underwear in the top drawer of her dresser. She then examines her room for something to slip on. Meanwhile, down the hall, Jane slips into the shower for a moment, allowing his biofeedback to go back to normal. He waits there a few minutes.
He then grabs the first towel he can find… a pink one monogrammed 'TL.' Ah, Grace will be so excited to know she uses these! He wraps it around his waist and stares back at himself in the mirror. He thinks up as many things as possible to make him enraged. He huffs and scowls with a piercing glare. Once he finds the most of his rage, he decides to play a little experiment. This is going to be so mean, but I have no idea what she's talking about. What happened last night?
"Where the hell am i?" He furiously screeches, making fully sure Lisbon is listening.
Sure enough, Lisbon drops her pants when she hears his infuriated voice. He yells once more and his voice is growing closer.
"Someone better explain! Where the hell…" He stops short as he slams Lisbon's bedroom door open.
She stares back with a mix of horrifying embarrassment and absolute confusion. He narrows his bloodshot eyes and glares at her as if she had just done the worst thing possible.
"Why the hell am I in your house, Lisbon?" He harshly asks her.
"I… I, you… and we…" She stutters.
"You took me to your house!? Where are my things?"
She shakes her head and Jane storms away, slamming the door shut. Jane shudders as he walks downstairs, freeing himself of any lasting madness. He can hear whimpering cries through the wall and tries to ignore it. He finds the kitchen and trades the towel with an apron. Lisbon remains in her room, flopping onto the bed.
"Why didn't I just call Cho?" She whines to herself. None of this would've happened! He was just drunk! He doesn't really-really…"
Still soaking wet, Jane begins to create a scrumptious breakfast. Half an hour later, Lisbon is sitting on her bed with red, blotchy eyes. She sniffs the air and smells an amazing aroma which makes her nervous. Fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon…
She carefully tiptoes downstairs now wearing her long Lisbon jersey and short jean shorts. She grabs her spare gun from the side table. She follows the aroma and inches around the corner to find her blond consultant. Barebacked and barebutt, she can't help but watch.
"Enjoying the show?" Jane laughs without turning around.
"I, uh, but you're here, and um… earlier?"
"Yeah, well I thought about just whose house I'm at. I must've been in a pretty bad state yesterday and you helped out. Instead of sending Cho or Grace or… Pike." He adds the last name with disgust. And, well… something happened obviously, considering I was in your bed. With you. Practically naked. So, why not have some breakfast?"
She sits down and he brings over a giant plate of food, as well as a black coffee and his specially made tea. The plate sits between them and Lisbon smiles, completely forgetting about the morning incident.
"That was the strangest explanation for staying if I ever heard one." Lisbon grins. "Thank you."
Jane looks into her eyes with sincere honesty. "I love you too, Teresa."