A Jane/Lisbon Story

By Brown Eyes Parker

(Chapter) Summary:

Just one night, and Jane starts to fall for Lisbon. Just one kiss, and Jane starts to fall for Lisbon. . . and it scares him. Part one in "Illuminations", for the Jello Forever challenge. Prompt: Candlelight's Flame. Inspired by "Love Only Knows" by Josh Groban.


I really don't own anything.

Chapter 1 Never Let Go

I've tried to hold this back so long

And we're always such a good thing when it's gone

Would it be all right, if we just left our heads tonight?

Take me away from this old game of saying we're both too much the same

Would it be alright if I just stayed with you tonight?

And before I go, will I ever see you again?

She said, love only knows

Love only knows if we'll give into fear and choose life undercover

She said love only knows if it's special enough, that we'll choose one another

We'll choose each other

You were the secret I loved to keep

The name I would only sing in my sleep

Would it be alright if we just loose ourselves tonight?

And if you let go, will you reach out again?

She said, love only knows

Love only knows if we'll give into fear and choose life undercover

She said love only knows if it's special enough, that we'll choose one another

We'll choose each

And I can't breathe without you and I don't

And I can't live without love and I won't

And I won't

Love only knows if we'll give into fear and choose life undercover

She said love only knows if it's special enough, that we'll choose one another

Oh, love only knows how your arms pull me in like the tide pulls me under

She said love only knows just how long we can run before we lose each other

And we need each other

And I can't live without you, and I won't

Love Only Knows, Josh Groban_

"Jane?" Lisbon whispered, pattering into his attic hideaway in her barefoot and jacketless.

Jane sat up. "I'm here."

"I'm afraid to go home. . .would it be okay if I stayed with you. . . just for tonight?"

Jane nodded and made space for her on his cot. He knew exactly how she felt, even though it had been a week since they had put Red John behind bars, he still had trouble going home alone.

She ran to him - much like a little girl would run to her father during a really frightening thunderstorm – later on though, when Jane remembered the incident, he would compare it more to a woman running to her lost lover.

She curled up next to him, and his arms instinctively went around her waist. She whispered, "You're not going anywhere are you? This isn't the part in the story where we both lower our guards a little bit, and when I wake up the next morning you're gone. Is it?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Jane assured her, brushing her hair away from her face.

"I need you to promise me that you're not going anywhere."

"I promise," Jane whispered, wanting nothing more to kiss her and let her know that he would always be there. . . even if he did go away. Instead, he pulled her closer and ran his fingers up and down her arm until her breathed evened and her chest rose and fell gently.


Lisbon woke up the next morning and stretched out lazily. The space where Jane had been was empty. A wave of anxiety washed over her. She sat up and winced, because her neck was stiff. But she ignored the pain and jumped off the cot, and hurried to go and find Jane.

"Jane!" She called softly, bounding down the stairs. "Jane!"

"Lisbon?" He replied, coming out of the kitchen. They collided half-way to meeting each other, so he reached out and caught her before she fell.

"You're still here!"

"And I have coffee," Jane replied, steadying her.

"You read my mind," Lisbon said with a smile.

"Of course." Jane released her. "Why don't you clean up and I'll finish getting breakfast together?"

"Do I look bad?"

Jane took in her bed-hair, her day old makeup, and barefeet. To him, she looked absolutely gorgeous. But he couldn't tell her that. So he shrugged. "You want people to think that you actually went home. If they know you spent the night with me, they might assume—"

"You mean, Rigsby might assume," Lisbon said without thinking.

Jane's lips twitched, but he didn't reply. "Go and get cleaned up. We're running out of time."


Lisbon came back to the kitchen a few minutes later in different clothes, her makeup cleaned up, and her hair tucked into a tidy bun. She took a seat across from Jane.

"I couldn't find much to eat, everything had Rigsby's name on it."


"No," Jane said. "There seriously wasn't a lot to eat though."

"Thank you for last night," Lisbon said, smiling slightly. "I really appreciate it. . . I don't know if I could have faced another night alone."

Lisbon's vulnerability startled Jane. Never had he seen like that. . . except for a couple of times before. But he shrugged it off and dumped a heaping spoonful of fruit on her plate. "Really, it wasn't a problem."

Lisbon tapped her fingers on the table, trying to figure out a way to convey her feelings for Jane on a deeper level.

"You better eat, you're running out of time. . . Hightower will probably be here in five minutes."

Lisbon picked up her fork and took a huge mouthful of strawberries and apples. "We're going to be starving at lunch time."

"I'll buy you a huge lunch then," Jane replied.

"You really don't have to."

"I want to though."

Lisbon smiled. "Okay."


"We can't spend every night at the CBI you know," Lisbon said later that night.

"I can," Jane replied, staring at the ceiling. "You don't have to though. I would never suggest it for you. We might get caught one day, and your career will be in scandal."

"You're not an agent."

"I mean, if we get caught together here," Jane said.

Lisbon rolled on her side and propped up on her elbow. "Then come to my apartment with me. I have a guest room, but it's been ages since I've had a guest. Please Jane, I'm tired of being alone."

"You keep saying that," Jane whispered, rolling on his side and propping up on his elbow.

"Well, don't you get tired of it?"

"Of course," Jane said.

"Then do something about it," Lisbon whispered as she leaned into him, allowing her foreheads to touch, their noses to connect, and their lips to be a breath away from touching.

Jane did something about it, he pulled her close and tried to keep their balance while he kissed her. When he pulled away, he brushed her hair from her face. "Go home now."

"But. . . but. . ." Lisbon began.

"We'll talk in the morning," Jane promised, kissing her again. "But please go home. Living at the CBI isn't any real life at all."

"Walk me to my car?"

Jane sat up and crawled off the cot. He offered her his hand. "Come on."

"You'll go home too?" Lisbon asked.

"If that's what you want," Jane agreed, grabbing his suit coat.

"Really?" Lisbon asked, her eyes full of earnestness.

"Yes, really."

Lisbon smiled and leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. . . come on," Jane said, pulling her towards the door and down the stairs. "You still need shoes."

"Okay." They were in the hallway between the bullpen and her office. "I'll be right back. Don't. . . don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Okay," Jane said. "Hurry up. Hightower's light is still on."

Lisbon made a face and hurried into her office. As Jane watched her go, he wondered what had gotten himself into, and what he was going to do. Because he was falling for her hard and fast.

TBC. . .