I took a break from studying and this was the result.

So there are a bunch of stories popping up about Jane and Lisbon getting stuck in the same hotel room and so at around 4 AM I invented my own version. The hotel room comes in later.

As for my other unfinished stories, I'm working on them and I'll update as soon as I can.

Enjoy.


Ill-starred Trips

Chapter 1: Plane Tickets

Lisbon moved slowly down the isle, scanning the numbers above each seat and comparing them with the number on her ticket. Then she finally found her row near the back of the plane and realized that she would be sitting in the middle between two other passengers. Her shoulders slumped, evidently disappointed at her luck. The two other passengers had not arrived yet, so she quickly strapped herself into her seat and tried to make herself comfortable.

She pulled out a pillow from under her seat and placed it behind her neck. She hoped she would at least be able to relax during the flight. After all, the one consultant that could annoy her right now was seated on the opposite side of the plane.

She had checked.

Lisbon observed the passengers as the plane was filling up. The rest of her team, except Jane, headed up the isle in her direction. Cho and Rigsby took their respective seats in her same row, but in the middle isle. Cho was only a seat away from her. Then Van Pelt maneuvered past two men towards her window seat in the row in front of her.

Lisbon sighed, still wondering who would be sitting next to her.

A young, red-haired boy, about 9 years old, started towards her. Dread began to swell inside her. The last thing she needed was to be seated next to a kid for two to three hours. Sure enough, the blue-eyed boy pointed at the number above her seat and sat down on her right.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to know who would take the remaining seat.

"Excuse me, ma'am." Lisbon opened her eyes to see a dark haired, dark skinned man smiling down at her. She immediately sat up and let him by, quickly noting that the man was attractive, polite, and that he was wearing sweet smelling cologne. He sat down by the window and strapped himself in.

Maybe this won't be too bad.

"Hi. I'm Teresa Lisbon." She introduced herself, brushing her hair from her face before holding out her hand.

"Gregg Koonce," he replied, shaking her hand. His hands were very warm. "So what's your destination?" He asked curiously with a soft, friendly smile.

"Some town in the middle of nowhere," she shrugged, not looking forward to the trip. The town didn't even have an airport, which means they would have to get a rental car and drive the rest of the way. "A town called Hombrook," she elaborated. The man didn't reply, instead his gaze focused on something… or someone behind her. She turned around and met Jane's bright blue eyes. He was resting his elbow on the isle seat in front of them and he had an amused grin plastered on his face.

"Jane!" Lisbon announced, thoroughly annoyed by his eavesdropping. Gregg glanced between the two.

"Can I help you?" He asked the blond-haired man with a genteel smile. Jane returned the smile.

"Actually, you can," Jane jumped on his words immediately. "Can you switch seats with me?" He asked honestly. The conversation started to draw the attention of the rest of the team. "My wife Teresa and I tried to book seats next to each other, but I somehow ended up on the other side. Do you mind?" He questioned, his tone sincere and forthcoming. Jane was an excellent liar, definitely one of the best. She was even tempted to believe him. Lisbon frowned, but didn't call his bluff. She'd rather accept Jane as her 'husband' than have to explain to Gregg how a consultant on her team was pretending to be her husband so that he could sit next to her. She figured she might as well save her breath because either way, Jane had ruined any chances of her getting to know Gregg Koonce. The man's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment as he nodded, wiggled past Lisbon again, and then offered Jane the seat. Jane smiled at him and held out his hand.

"Gregg Koonce," he announced, shaking Jane's hand.

"Jane Lisbon." He lied again. "It's 23F." He added, gesturing in the direction, before squeezing past Lisbon and taking the window seat. Gregg smiled at Lisbon and Jane and then left to go find his seat. Lisbon slowly turned to glare at Jane who just smiled innocently.

"What the hell was that?" She admonished, barely able to contain herself. She could hear both Rigsby and Cho laughing. She glared at them and their laughter dissipated quickly.

"You said H-E-double hockey sticks!" The boy sitting next to her pointed out, shocked by her 'inappropriate' use of language. Lisbon wasn't sure what to say.

"Sorry," she replied finally, hoping her answer was sufficient. The boy just stared at her. Of course, Jane had to make it worse. He leaned forward so he could see the boy.

"You can't just say sorry after saying a word like that," Jane teased. Lisbon elbowed him in the side and glowered at him. He leaned forward slightly, rubbing his hand over the spot where she hit him. "First you cuss and now you're resorting to violence!" Jane remarked, feigning disgust. Lisbon was not amused. "Oh come on! He wasn't interested in you anyways." Jane told her with a clever grin. Lisbon was hurt by his words and her frown deepened. Jane rolled his eyes. "He was more interested in me than you," Jane explained as he pulled a magazine from the pouch in front of him and flipped through it. Lisbon considered the statement.

"You think he's gay?" She asked skeptically. Jane nodded, his eyes still trained on the magazine. Lisbon shook her head, convincing herself that what Jane thought didn't matter and that what he did was inexcusable. "I can't believe you did that." She muttered angrily, completely embarrassed by his act.

"You need to relax, honey," he commented nonchalantly. Lisbon used her hands to massage her temples, her face revealing her exasperation. She decided that her only course of action was to ignore him for the remainder of the flight. Meanwhile, the little boy pulled a NintendoDS out of his bag and began to play… with the sound on full volume.

She groaned, knowing this would be the trip from hell.


Jane had been abnormally quiet and hadn't said a word since they took off. Then again, Lisbon hadn't said anything either. By now her eyes were dropping lazily and she knew she would soon fall asleep. She wearily glanced over at Jane, who was staring out the window at the clouds. His gaze was fixated on the horizon, his face pensive. She wondered what he was thinking about. He suddenly shut his eyes tightly as if blocking out an image… or a memory. Lisbon sat up slightly, concerned.

"You okay?" She asked quietly, placing her hand on his arm. Jane opened his eyes and faced her.

"I'm fine," he replied with a small smile, yet Lisbon wasn't convinced.

It was starting to get dark outside and the cabin was relatively quiet. Jane leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes. Lisbon thought that was the end of it, but Jane wasn't finished. "I was just… thinking about the first time she got on a plane-how excited she was." Jane confessed sadly, his eyes still closed and a faint smile on his lips. At first Lisbon was unsure of what he meant, but then realized he was talking about his daughter. Jane rarely talked about his family, if at all, so Lisbon was thoroughly surprised that he would share something so personal. She wasn't sure how to respond. "You don't have to say anything," Jane commented, still smiling. He didn't expect a reply. Lisbon's gaze shifted to her hands. "Another hour before we land," Jane remarked, glancing at his watch. Lisbon nodded slightly. She glanced over at Cho and Rigsby. Cho had the overhead light on and was reading a book whilst Rigsby was asleep with his head lulled back against the headrest. When she looked back at Jane his eyes were closed still and she couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. She leaned back against her pillow and closed her eyes, intending to rest for the final hour.


Cho nudged Rigsby, but the man didn't even stir. "Hey. Rigsby." He persisted, shaking him. Rigsby opened his eyes into slits and glanced over at his colleague.

"What?" He muttered wearily. Cho lifted his finger and pointed across the isle. Rigsby followed his gaze.

His boss, Teresa Lisbon, was nestled against Jane's shoulder with her hands huddled up against him, as if trying to stay warm, while Jane's arm was wrapped around her and was resting on her left shoulder. His head was leaning against hers and both were sleeping peacefully. Rigsby smiled.

"Ya think they like each other?" Rigsby slurred drearily with a goofy grin on his face.

"Of course they do," Cho replied matter-of-factly, returning to his book. Rigsby looked at him, clearly bemused. "It's obvious the way they play cat and mouse with each other and how they exchange furtive glances when they think no one's watching. They're meant for each other." He shrugged. Rigsby was surprised by Cho's observations. He leaned over to see what book he was reading.

Cho pulled away and gave him a curious look.

"A romance novel, perhaps?" Rigsby inquired, wondering whether Cho was a true romantic. Cho closed the book and leaned back in his seat.

Rigsby looked over at Jane and Lisbon to find a pair of blue eyes staring back at him. Jane was awake and watching him knowingly as if he had heard everything the two had said. Rigsby froze, as did Cho. Jane didn't move, not wanting to disturb Lisbon; rather, he flashed them a small smile before tilting his head against hers and closing his eyes again.