Hi folks! This is supposed to be my first multi chapter story, but it depends on your opinions. So if you like this chapter tell me please and I will definitely continue :)

A special thanks goes again to my betareader lysjelonken!

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Today was one of those days when she rather should have stayed in bed. It was one of the hottest days of the year and she seriously had donned a black blouse, a long sleeved one! This morning, it didn't seem at all like it was going to be that hot. It was cloudy, it even looked like rain was coming, and of course she had no time to listen to the weather report.

But she could've just dealt with the heat somehow. She had rolled up the sleeves and tied her hair up, unfortunately only with moderate success. But she could have lived with that.

The problem was she happened to be on a three-hour drive through the boonies - nothing behind her, more nothing in front of her. Only an endless road, curling its way through the desert. She had nothing against long car rides, not really. But after the first half of the route, the air conditioning failed. Now she sat in a black car, wearing a black top and the hot sun literally boiled her.

And even all that would have been bearable, even that she would have endured somehow, if she had only been alone!

The actual bad thing about the ride in this black car, wearing a black top, with no air conditioning at one of the hottest days of the year was her company. Patrick Jane was like a little kid. When he wasn't asleep, he needed constant attention, and apparently, he had just rested. He commented on everything and everyone on this endless horror ride until she just couldn't take any more of his crap. She had screamed so loudly that you probably could have heard it at the other end of the world. From then on, he was silent.

Unfortunately, he had soon found a new way to annoy her. He had begun to watch her. Like in trance, he stared at her and she had to admit that made her even more nervous. What was so interesting that he absolutely had to constantly stare at her? She ignored him as long as possible; she fixated her gaze on the road. It was so ridiculous, but she would not respond to his game.

She was totally sweaty. She didn't know if it was because of the hot weather, or Jane's piercing gaze. Her clothes stuck uncomfortably to her skin, her hair line was surely also already wet with sweat and if that wasn't enough Jane started to mutter under his breath. Hell!

She exhaled sharply. The air was so stuffy and heavy that you almost could have touched it and she threw Jane an angry side glance. But this only provoked him to smile slyly, as he continued to mutter quietly. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel; she held it so tightly that her knuckles turned white and a squeaking sound was heard from her sweaty hands against the steering wheel. Next to her she heard a soft chuckle and that was the moment when she couldn't control herself any longer. Quick as lightning, she turned her head towards him and he shrank back in surprise. He offered an innocent smile, but that was far too little to calm her down.

"What is it?" she snapped at him.

"Nothing" he replied, smiling.

"Why are you staring at me all the time?"

"I'm bored" he said shrugging. Then he tilted his head slightly to the side and again once again directed an absent look at her.

"Jane?" she asked annoyed, but got no answer. Instead, he mumbled something she couldn't hear.

"Jane!" she cried out and pushed him roughly.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked, pouting. But soon he began to grin again.

"That was for making my life a living hell! What are you mumbling all the time?" she asked.

"You don't allow me to speak out loud" he replied snippy.

"Fine, you have permission to speak!" she moaned in despair and a triumphant smile crossed over his face.

"167," he said as he started to watch her again.

"What?" She gave him a confused, searching look. He replied with a broad grin.

"The sweat droplets running down your neck. 167 so far." he chuckled happily and pointed a finger at her neck. She gave him a death glare.

"Jane, why don't you just look out the window?" she hissed and turned his head with one hand in the other direction.

Finally he shut up. No silly chatter, no murmurs or stares. Apparently he had actually found something out there that could attract his attention. As long as he left her in peace, she didn't care. She still had to endure at least another forty five minutes with him, until they finally reached their destination. She could not believe she was doing all this only to interview a suspect. She sighed. Why did she let Jane persuade her to take the trip anyway?

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." After five quiet minutes, he started counting again. He really went too far now.

"What are you counting now?" she asked contritely and tried to suppress the urge to push him out of the moving car.

"The stones on the roadside. 10, 11, 12, 13 ... " he informed her briefly, before counting on.

"Jane, I swear, if you do not stop now I'll stop the car and leave you right here in this damned desert!" she threatened him.

"You wouldn't do that," he answered unimpressed.

Before she could answer him, the car suddenly started making very strange noises. The engine sputtered and then came to a complete standstill. Cursing quietly, she tried to start the car again, but it didn't move at all. Instead, it started to smoke and hiss under the engine hood. Lisbon let her head fall on the steering wheel, hitting it repeatedly against it. Now she sat in the middle of nowhere, dressed in black, on the hottest day of the year, in the blazing sun with Patrick Jane... Stuck. Could it get any worse?

"Look, this is what happens when you are so mean to your fellow men. Karma." Jane criticized her. She would have liked to kill him right away.

"Jane, shut up and call the office so they send someone to pick us up", she growled at him, not lifting her head from the wheel. It was way too hot to rise again.

"Shall I shut up or call? You need to decide, I can't do both" Jane continued in his know-it-all tone.

"Just call!" she yelled at him and sat up straight again.

"Can't." he said shortly.

"And. Why. Not?" She asked slowly and threatening.

"I forgot my phone," he answered simply. She then suddenly began to laugh. A hysterical, almost desperate laughter. As if she was not sure whether to laugh or cry. He looked worried.

"This is great! My phone's battery's dead, and of course I thought that you would have yours with you. Since you don't, we are sitting here in the middle of nowhere in the desert, without any contact with civilization! Just great!" she explained still laughing and then climbed out of the car.

It could thus get worse! It might take hours until anyone crossed their way. And by that time, she would have probably killed Jane. She can already see the headlines in the newspaper: 'Senior Agent kills consultant because of car breakdown.' Actually, what she really felt like doing now was crying. But laughing was so much easier and less humiliating. Furious, she paced up and down in front of her car, throwing angry glances at Jane who, meanwhile, had also gotten out of the car. Then she stopped her pacing and wiped the sweat off her forehead. If she continued to sweat that much, her problem would soon have resolved itself, because she would already be melted by the sun then.

"There's a rest stop, about 2 miles from here." Jane mentioned, stopping her desperate brooding.

"How can you tell?" she asked somewhat more reproachfully, as she intended to be.

"There was a sign not too far back." he informed her and smiled at her encouragingly. She looked at him for a while and then nodded.

"Fine, we'll go there. There'll be a phone, "she said. Walking was still better than sitting around here, hoping for a car to come by.

The heat seemed to emanate from everywhere. From the ground, from the air, from the sun and her dark clothes and hair seemed to absorb all the heat. She already felt as if she was cooking from the inside out, her mouth was dry and so she dragged her weary body along the dusty roadside. She could not hold back an envious glance at Jane. Any normal person would suffer from the heat, but he seemed to radiate like the sun. His golden hair glistened in the bright light, his blue eyes sparkled and his mouth was curved into a satisfied grin. He wore only his white shirt; its sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned to the half. She risked a glance at his bare chest, after all she had never seen him 'revealing' this much, and she had to admit, she could melt from that one look... Yes, it was really hot here!

His grin widened as he noticed the fascinated stare she gave him and it got even wider as he watched her caught reaction. She stared at the floor embarrassedly, and if she wasn't already red from the heat, this would have been the moment in which she would have blushed.

"Why don't you at least open a button on your blouse?" he asked curiously.

"No, it's all right." she said and fumbled sheepishly at her blouse.

"Are you afraid I could see your sexy underwear?" he dug deeper and a mischievous grin crossed his face as she stared at him in horror.

"I do not wear sexy underwear!" she defended herself loudly.

"Why do you react so defending then?" he chuckled and looked at her with a crooked smile.

"How observant you are…" she said dryly. For a while he let her alone, however, the discussion wasn't finished for him yet. Unfortunately…

"You know, I've seen bras before. You really don't need to stay buttoned up for my sake." he said casually.

"Jane, just leave it!" she begged.

"Just saying. Usually you aren't so…prudish..? Why then, when you are almost melting in the sun?" he asked undeterred. She seemed close to stabbing him with her glare, but he challenged her gaze and so she finally gave up.

"Not like it's any of your business, but all my other bras are in the laundry. Normally I don't wear such… nice underwear for work. But I didn't have the time to do the laundry!" she shouted angrily and walked past him. Laughing happily, he ran after her.

"I've always thought that there was a small rebel in you!" he said, as he had already caught up with her.

"What's your point?" she asked exasperatedly and once again she wiped the perspiration from her forehead.


She was smart enough not to dig deeper. Maybe he'd leave her in peace for a few more minutes. She had the strange feeling that she needed to focus on staying upright more than his teasing anyway. The sun really did her no good. She was starting to feel dizzy and a subtle nausea took over her. She really didn't need to have a conversation about her underwear, especially not with Jane!

"Did you know that messy women make good lovers?" he asked after a few silent minutes.

Surprised, she stared up at him. Was he seriously thinking about whether she is good in bed? The sun seemed to have more influence on him than she originally thought. Or how should she understand his question? Did he now want to hear a confirmation of his theory? Or even a taste?

"What dirty thoughts just entered your head?" he asked and his guess was confirmed when she caught his eye.

"I didn't think of anything..." she murmured embarrassed.

She felt his playful smile still resting on her, but at least he was respectful enough not to continue talking about it. They walked on in silence. She had no idea how far they had gone already. It all looked the same, no matter where she let her gaze wander. And it was incredibly hot, so hot that she thought she couldn't see straight anymore. She saw bright spots dancing in front of her eyes, and she felt as if she were under a glass cover, muting all sounds, surrounded by hot air. Also the nausea increased more and more and she realized that she slowly lost her balance, orientation, and finally her view.

"Jane ..." she mumbled, as she tried to find him, so she wouldn't fall. But it was too late, everything went dark.