Chapter 3: Tea leaves

A/N Two reviews… ouch. In this chapter Jane is a little OOC, I think. Sometimes, English is hard for me…
It's a short chapter this time, publishing every day has its price. A lot of talking this time, though :)
I wanted to try something and separated all the lines… Let me how this works for you!

Now, enjoy!

Disclaimer: ….You know, I'm not gonna include a disclaimer and see what happens.

"I organized a tea party for you!" For a moment she was just too appalled to respond. What the hell was up with Jane today? First the whole thing at work, and now this?

"A what?"

"Oh, come on Lisbon, you know what a tea party is!"

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean.. how the hell did you get that idea, anyway?" Considering that she would never get him to leave, she closed her apartment door behind her.

"Since I noticed that you weren't very happy when you left, I wanted to…cheer you up." And I want you to go on a date with me, so that one day we can buy that couch and I can kiss you every day, he added in his mind.

"I can't have a tea party with you, Jane!" He pouted, handing her the box like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Why not? I have whole basket with your favorite cookies in my car… I even brought a tea pot, because you probably don't have one." He smiled with a pleading look in his eyes. Lisbon sighed.

"Jane… It's not because I don't want to-"

"Then why?"

"It's already eleven o'clock!" she burst out. "I was going to sleep in about half an hour!" His smile disappeared. Hm. He hadn't thought of that.

"You sure?" he tried, the disappointment shimmering through his voice.

"Yes… I'm sorry Jane, but I'm also not going to forgive you that easily for making my day feel like a living hell." The blonde haired man brushed that aside.

"You will." His confidence annoyed her, but she didn't want to get angry at him again. Frankly, all she wanted to do was turn on her music and dance until it was time to go to sleep. Jane chose exactly that moment to notice the song, that was still softly playing. "Oh, I see. You were dancing to this!" She remained silent for a brief second or so. That told him all that he needed to know. "I thought so. Well, who dances alone nowadays?" Before she could stop him, he turned up the volume and flashed her a grin. "Nice." Teresa sighed and rolled her eyes. When he extended his hand, she wasn't sure she was going to take it… On the other hand, she would never hear the end of it if she didn't. And she danced with him before, which had actually been nice. Really nice.

Hold it there. At that time, had he already been in love with her? That idea made her feel surprisingly happy. No. No no no, she did not love Patrick Jane. He might have kissed her before but she would never fall for him. Not even when he smiled at her like that with his beautiful green eyes and golden hair. Not even when he took her hands like that and spun her around.

Maybe not even when he made her laugh so hard that they had to take a break.

Right. Who was she kidding?
Teresa Lisbon didn't feel empty or lonely anymore. She felt alive.

He spun her around and pulled her against his chest. They were both panting from the dancing and the laughing. She looked up but forgot what she wanted to say when she looked in his eyes. He leaned into her and whispered something in her ear. It took her a while to register what he was saying, but when it did she pulled away abruptly.
"Jane!" The CBI agent placed her hands in her side.

He managed to take a hold of her wrist, though, and pulled her back.

"Well, I'm not going to forgive you. I'm not," she half-heartedly persisted, already knowing she has lost. He wrapped his arms around her, and she gave up. "Fine. I'll still go with you on that date…"

His face lit up, his expression of joy more genuine than ever.
"Tomorrow. Four o'clock. I'll meet you at a place called… Uncle Joe?" Teresa hesitated, before slowly resting her cheek against the soft material of his three piece suit.

"I love that bar! But of course, you already knew that, did you?" His Cheshire grin told her everything she needed to know. "Do I want to know how you know that?"

"What can I say?" he grinned. "People don't call me a mentalist for nothing." She playfully hit his arm, trying to remove that smile off her face before he would see it.

"You should go now, though."

When he finally had left, Lisbon turned the music off and sat down on her couch. She would never be able to listen to that song without thinking of this day. She didn't really know if this thing was going to work out, if they would ever be together despite their differences. Despite their work, even though there were no real rules whatsoever involving consultants, so dating was allowed. She noticed the box of tea that she'd put on the counter. Maybe, she decided. Maybe things weren't going to be so complicated. Maybe was not a yes. It wasn't a no either. Maybe was exactly good enough. With that thought stuck in her head, she closed up and went to bed.


Jane was laying on his back on the covers of his motel bed. He could still feel Teresa's hands in his, hear her laugh, smell her hair. Now there was one thing left to do: he had to make sure she wouldn't hear any the office gossip until they had gone on that date first. Or until it was totally justified, he added contently, before he finally managed to fall asleep.

I'll reach the sky and feel alive again
-Vanilla Twilight, Owl city