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A/N: Our house gets SO cold at night because we can't run the heater. I wish I lived in a warmer climate. Anyway, I was freezing last night which led to this....I love that my personal experiences is what inspires most of these. I did a little research into winter weather in Cali (areas like Sacramento and surrounding) for this one. I didn't want to write this only to have someone say I got something completely wrong. So yeah, Mediterranean Climate is cool, wet winters and hot, dry summers. I actually already knew that from 6th grade science, guess that class did come in handy. :)
Foreign beds, Lisbon hated them. It was difficult enough to sleep in a bed that wasn't her own, but something made this night even worse. Three somethings really: they were on a Red John case which had her worrying about the man in the next room, the case had them staying at a hotel in the middle of December, and the heater in her room wasn't working. Sometimes she really hated the Mediterranean climate. Glaring over at the clock resting on the bedside table, she groaned and climbed out from under the semi-warm covers. She was starting to shiver and after kicking the heater one last time she grabbed her key card and left. If she was going to get any sleep at all it would have to be somewhere else. She hadn't bothered to put on her shoes and it was only when she lifted her hand to knock on Van Pelt's door that she realized how ridiculous this must seem. Three o'clock in the morning and she was knocking on her coworkers door barefoot, in pajamas, hair in a messy ponytail half fallen due to the tossing and turning. She just wanted to crawl into a warm bed and sleep. After hearing nothing, she knocked again a little louder but still silence was the only answer.
"Damn it Van Pelt. Come on!" Another knock, but after a ragged sigh she gave in and tried the next person. Cho. She had been hoping that Grace would've answered the door but she was so tired it probably wouldn't matter. Knocking once again, even on a different door led to the same result. At breakfast she'd berate them for being such sound sleepers. Another shiver ran through her body but for an entirely different reason than just being cold, the next door was Jane's. She could skip it but that only left Rigsby and not to be cruel but she figured Jane would be a better choice. Mainly because she figured Rigsby wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence around her for a month if she woke him.
Sucking in a sharp breath she raised her hand but the door swun open before she could knock revealing Jane in blue pajama pants and a white shirt. Sometimes she wondered if the man now standing in front of her really was psychic. He looked tired, more so than usual - no doubt from the case. These cases always hit him hard which led to him pulling some rather crazy stuff and who could really blame the poor guy.
"Uh, I was just...there's no heater in my room. It's three in the morning or I'd just go complain to the front desk. I'm freezing my ass off and nobody else will wake up to let me in."
"Mm, so I'm last choice?" There was a smirk present on his worn and tired features but she detected a hint of hurt lacing his words.
"No, I went with which door was closest to mine. Makes you third, so can I come in?"
"Yeah, I was actually about to come wake you up." She could feel the warmth of his room wash over her as he stepped to the side to let her in. "I can't sleep, nothing new, but I thought about coming to talk to you."
"Sure, we can talk." He'd never come to talk to her before whenever they had a Red John case. Occasionally he'd mention things but he'd never just sat down to talk with her. This had to be big and as sleepy as she was, she would stay awake if it would help him.
"No, you're way too tired. You haven't been to sleep, we'll talk once you wake up."
"I can tell you haven't been asleep yet either." There was something in his gaze that caught her attention but it was quickly replaced by a forced smile as he pointed over towards the bed. The blankets were practically in the floor and the pillows were thrown into the middle. She hated that he had such a hard time sleeping.
"You can have it, I'm just going to sit up for awhile." Lisbon wanted to argue, she wanted to demand he get some sleep but she knew it would be pointless. She couldn't force him and she was running on no sleep for over twenty-four hours, all the fight she had was gone. She laid her key card down on the night stand and smiled warmly in thanks which he returned in full. Shuffling to the bed she let herself drop, wrapping the blankets around herself as soon as she hit the mattress. Just from looking at the bed, she hadn't been able to tell which side Jane had been on but now she knew. The spot she was lying in was warm, so warm, she had taken his side. A few more shivers coursed through her body before she finally relaxed into the pillows. A content sigh left her lips followed by a soft chuckle from Jane. If she wasn't so tired she might have commented but she didn't.
Lisbon had expected an awkward tension to settle but it never did. The only thing that was running through her head was that this bed seemed a lot more comfortable than hers had been and that Jane would probably tell the entire team that her hair resembled the bride of Frankenstein's. The last thought had her lips curving into a smile as she rolled onto her right side.
Jane had been a little surprised to see Lisbon when he opened the door. He hadn't lied though, he had been heading off to talk to her. If he hadn't felt how cool her skin was when she passed him to enter the room, he would've sworn she was only checking up on him. The goosebumps lining her arms had been another give away that she was indeed cold. Moving the chair around as silently as possible, he turned it to face her. She wasn't asleep yet but she was close. Situating himself, he let his gaze roam over her small form occupying the big bed.
There was something he longed to tell her about himself. He wanted her to know about him, about his family. He'd never had the urge to tell anyone before. The truth was his and his only but she made him want to share it. That was why he'd been wanting to talk to her tonight but he had figured she'd been asleep for at least four hours. Waking her wouldn't have been a problem, but keeping her up when she hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours was something he couldn't do. She looked so tired yet lovely all the same. Her hair was mussed, from tossing he could tell, and the ponytail would probably be gone before she woke. He had noticed her bare feet immediately but chose not to say a word about it. She had cute feet, he didn't have a foot fetish or anything but it was true. What bothered him was that he shouldn't be noticing that kind of stuff, they were here after the man who murdered his family. He didn't have time to be contemplating how cute she looked rumpled and exhausted wearing purple pajamas.
How could he be doing this? Why was he blocking all thoughts of anything but her right then? It could have been the way she curled into the same pillow he had been lying on not even an hour ago but that shouldn't have mattered. The man who murdered his family had killed again. That's why they were here, that's what should have mattered. Except in the dim light of the hotel room it was her that occupied his mind. The soft glow of her skin and the gentle breathing. It was his fault she'd been awake all this time, he had caused a mess that she had to clean up which led to her not getting any sleep. She'd been in her office filling out paperwork and making phone calls. That could be part of the reason. He was feeling guilty.
A deep sigh followed by incoherent mumbling had him smiling as Lisbon rolled to her back. The movement threw most of the blankets to the side, except one small part that covered her middle. One arm ended up above her head, the other rested over her stomach and suddenly Jane was feeling brave. Despite the way his brain was screaming at him to just stay put, he got up and made his way to the opposite side of the bed. It wouldn't hurt anything if he was only going to lie down. He eased himself onto the mattress, as quietly as possible and rolled on his side to face her. He didn't try to grab the blankets or even move from the very edge; he was afraid to but something inside of him had wanted so badly to just lie in the same vicinity as her.
The sight would probably look a little ridiculous to outsiders. She looked perfectly comfortable in the bed, sprawled against the crisp white sheets; her chest gently rising and falling with each breath. Jane on the other hand was lying on his side, muscles tight and so close to the edge that he'd probably fall off if anybody barely touched him. He'd just lay there with her for a few hours and then get up before she woke. It seemed like a good idea until his arm had a mind of its own and reached out to touch her. She had her head turned towards him, the only thing disrupting his view of her face was the arm she had thrown above her head, the same one he was trailing light fingers up and down. Her skin was soft but still rather cool beneath his touch and before he knew what was happening, his eyes were growing heavy. Her gentle breathing paired with the relaxing path his hand was traveling managed to lull him into a state of sleep.
It was only a few hours later that Lisbon began to stir. She was lying on her back facing the window; the light from the sun was peeking over the horizon and painting an orange glow over her face. She grumbled a few choice words when she realized the curtains were open, she knew she had shut those. That's when it all came back: the case, the room, no heat, Van Pelt, Cho, Jane. Another whispered curse as she finally woke enough to notice the sound of gentle heavy breathing. She was thinking about how nice it was to know he was sleeping until she realized how close the breathing really was and the warm weight of something on her chest. When she opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was that she hadn't moved from the spot she fell into which meant he had to have been the one to move.
When did he join her in the bed anyway and is this how he had been lying the entire time? She wanted to move but one of her legs was trapped by his and his arm was over her waist. That wasn't so bad. She could have woke him and not been too embarrassed by that but his head was resting right below her collar bone, right over her breast, right over her heart that was thumping so wildly. She couldn't move. With half of his body resting atop hers there was no way to move that wouldn't rouse him. If the position wasn't so intimate she'd probably wake him with a teasing shove and remark about him eating too much. He was heavy, but it was a good kind of heavy. This was not what she was expecting to wake up to. All she had wanted was some sleep but this, it was a little too much. They'd grown so close lately but still not this close. As badly as she wanted to bolt back to her own cold room, she couldn't risk waking him and she knew he could use the rest.
She'd been so busy freaking out about where his face was pressed that she hadn't noticed her arm wrapped around his neck, her hand buried in his golden hair. She was holding him there and obviously it hadn't bothered either of them while they were sleeping. Lisbon figured he probably used to lay like this with his wife and his body had just slipped back into the old habit while asleep, but what was her excuse? She couldn't come up with a reason why she had held him in place or why she was currently letting her fingers roam through his curls. He looked so peaceful and despite how uncomfortable this would all be when he woke up, she liked lying like this with him. That was the reason she wanted to run, it felt too good to be with him like this.
Lisbon knew it was a bad idea before she even decided to do it, but ignoring the warning bells she reveled in the warmth. Both arms wrapped around his shoulders to hold him close as she let herself tangle into him no longer caring about the overly intimate position. Closing her eyes she let herself enjoy this small moment knowing it'd be over soon enough and then the awkward would take its place.
a/n: Ugh, I need to stop starting new stories....but my mind won't let me.