Sorry it was such a long pause. My laptop has been crashed for about two weeks, track started up, and I'm really busy with my classes. End of the year pack-on-the-homework, dish-out-the-projects, the whole sha-boom. Enough with excuses. Here you go, last chapter!

The next morning, Cho, Van Pelt, and Rigsby were met with an oddly cheery Lisbon. There was a slight glint of malice in her eyes, though, as if she was looking forward to some sort of revenge. None of them suspected that this revenge would have anything to do with a smashed co-worker, likely being ravaged by horrible headaches from a brutal hangover.

He showed up exactly on time, not a minute early, not a minute late. Strutted in with an equally malicious sparkle, crossed the room, and settled down on the couch. Lisbon, in her office, waited for a few moments, enjoying the anticipation, before coming out to see the damage, her vengeance hollow-eyed and looking like he'd not slept in years.

Instead, she was met with his faintly tired eyes, but otherwise chipper appearance. She stood at the door, shocked for a moment, before he broke through her reprive.

"Need something, Lisbon?" he asked, his quiet voice easily carrying across the room. The other agents slowed their work, secretly focusing on the juicy tension.

"I-… c'mere," she snapped, walking back into her office. He smirked, sauntering to her office and gently closing the door behind him. Rigsby, Cho, and Van Pelt exchanged a look.

Jane turned to face her, purposefully keeping a calm, pleased expression. Just as he'd predicted, it was that final push that set her off.

"You aren't hungover," she snapped, never the shouting type. She had more of a bark than a bellow.

"No." He returned to silence, his smirk becoming more evident.

"Why the hell not?" she finally growled when it became obvious that he wasn't going to elaborate.

"Are you… disappointed?" he asked, his voice bemused and carrying the faint laugh he was holding back. "That's not very nice of you."

"Answer the question."

"I believe we're in your office, not the interrogation room." Lisbon opened her mouth, probably to shoot a retort back, but Jane cut her off. "Fine. Don't go get in a tizzy. How would I get a hangover?"

It was Lisbon's turn to be bemused and puzzled. "You were drunk. Completely hammered. Don't you remember it?"

The smirk became a wide grin. "Of course." He waited a moment for it to sink in. Lisbon's eyes widened fractionally, the CBI agent version of a gasp, as she realized what he was implying.

"You… weren't… drunk?" she got out.


"You weren't drunk," she stated, looking a combination of awed, furious, and mortified.

"Repeating something doesn't change its meaning," Jane said mildly, raising an eyebrow.

"Why did you call me, then? And act all drunk? And the bartender, he said-"

"Form a neat, orderly line. One at a time, please," Jane interrupted. Lisbon continued ignoring him.

"-that you'd had a lot-,"

"Actually, he just said 'too much'-,"

"-and you couldn't talk right, or walk, and-,"

"I made it to the car, didn't I?"

"-you even told me you were drunk! You drew a duck on my window-,"

"Platypus, actually. No similarities, except a platypus has a bill-,"

"-I can't believe you did that!"

"Believe it, Teresa."

"… what?" Lisbon said, appraising him warily.


"Did you just call me… 'Teresa'?"

"Yes. Why?" Jane kept his calm demeanor.

"Why did you call me that?"

"Well, we both admitted we have feelings for each other, which usually means we're a couple. Unless you saw it differently," he stated, as if he was talking about the weather.

"But… you didn't ask me out, or anything."

"Oh. Sorry. Will you go out with me?" he said blatantly, smiling. Lisbon hesitated. I'm his boss. We work together- Minelli will take him off the team if he finds out. He's an ex-psychic.

Then- Oh, what the hell.

"Alright," she said, copying his cool expression and tone. To her pleasure, he looked surprised.


"Yes. I mean, we both did admit that we like each other," she smirked, turning his earlier words back on him."

"Wow." He stared at her, still suspicious at how easy it was. "Really?" he asked again.

"Repeating something doesn't change the meeting. But we have to keep this a secret. Nobody. Not Cho. Not Rigsby. Not Van Pelt. Nobody," she reasserted. He nodded.

"Of course." An awkward silence stretched out between them.

"Should I… kiss you, or something?" Jane asked suddenly. Lisbon gave him a flat stare. "No?" he guessed. She smirked, then stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"You started the last one," she said, grinning. He put his hands on her hips and grinned back.

"So I did. Whatever you say, boss."

"I thought I was Teresa."
"Whatever you say."

Needless to say, their conversation stopped there.