I think i'm in over my head with the whole keeping the characters genuine thing and it doesn't help that i'm the worlds worst procrastinator. No excuse as to why I haven't updated sooner. I guess I can blame Dexter. OK so this fic is obviously M rated which is due to the later chapters. I also plan to update sooner .

Chapter 3

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Sure enough, Jane sauntered over to her presenting her with a cup of coffee; just the way she liked it. Encasing the cup in her hands, his fingers gingerly traced the lines etched across her fingers. Lisbon didn't think much of it but to Jane it seemed like time had slowed and he was moving in between it as he wished. For the moment he could only enjoy intimate moments like these in small doses, so in the blink of an eye he had to live in a moment. He had stockpiled moments, but moments just wouldn't do anymore.

What have you been up to Jane?, asked Lisbon. Somethings up, I can feel it.

Whatever do you mean Lisbon?, Jane replied as he sat in the chair across her.

"You might as well tell me Jane, I always find out", said Lisbon.

Patrick smiled warmly at her, a comfortable silence settling between them. Greens collided and for only the briefest of moments she thought she saw a flash of something she could not quite put her finger on. Much like other times the moment was over much to soon. She was first to sever the connection in their game of chicken. Its usually Jane who never lets it go to far. His gaze still upon her ; inner turmoil, an all to familiar foe. Fight the emotions that rise up if only for a while longer. It took Lisbon a second to gather herself before she turned back and spoke up again.

So are you gonna tell me?, she repeated.

You know it doesn't work that way Lisbon, he said with a smirk. All in due time Lisbon, all in due time. Its why they call it a surprise. I got somewhere to be , so if you'll excuse me I must be off. With that he got up, teacup in hand. As she started turning her attention back to her paperwork, he glanced back to look at her and said," I just hope you don't mind it so much this time", with a wink.

Oh what a jackass, of course i'm gonna mind and what was with the wink?, Lisbon thought.

The shuffling of feet and ruffling of paper encompassed much of the rest of the day. It had been while since she had last seen Jane. Funny how it still bothered her. Off to the break room she said to nobody in particular.

Meanwhile, Jane had just exited the mens room when he was stopped by Agent Fisher. Shes just too easy to read mused Jane. She'll use the pretense of talking about a case to get me to open up. There is no harm in being polite.

Jane...you..you were very impressive the other day she stammered. You knew all along didn't you? Just when I think there isn't more to you, I'm pleasantly surprised.

There's more to me than meets he eye; Agent Fisher, Jane huffed.

Well if that's the case, would you like to get a bite to eat sometime, to pick your brain that is; she added hurriedly.

"I think you may be biting off more than you can chew Agent Fisher," he replied slyly.

I've always thought of myself as something of an overachiever, she shot back.

Lisbon with her coffee mug in hand stood in the break room an earshot away of the exchange between Agent Fisher and Jane. Shes persistent , ill give her that. Maybe somebody like her would be good for Jane. Someone that will be like a new experience for him. Maybe i'm just a reminder now of a past he much rather put behind. If that were the case why would he make me one of his demands. It must be what I always suspected, he's just trying to make up for what happened in Sacramento. The cup of coffee now cold in contrast to her warm skin. Guess I should get back to paperwork, its not going anywhere soon. I just wish it wouldn't hurt as much still.

Out of the corner of his eye he witnessed Lisbon make her way out of the break room and round the corner. She looked like one of those power walkers I see at park from time to time. It didn't take long for Jane to deduce that she was within hearing range and must of heard the conversation with Agent Fisher. It wouldn't be crazy to think that she may have misinterpreted their back and forth. Maybe I should go and see if the air needs clearing. With that he politely excused himself from Fisher who was still talking about some Italian place she knew and made his way to the light at the end of his dark tunnel.

I know there isn't much detail as far as a case goes but I'll introduce one soon. I wonder if I should title the chapters so to give them a theme. Well thanks for reading til next time...