Okay, I've just got into this, and got hooked from the beginning. This will have a slightly AU/Spoiler ending, just to warn. Also gets a tad darker.
Romance/Family/Angst
Lisbon/Jane
Slight Van Pelt/Rigsby

Disclaimer- I own nothing

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In Her Own Little World

His breath was hot on her neck, tickling the fine wisps of hair that trailed to her shoulder. She couldn't see him, but his arm was draped heavily over her side, hand resting on her abdomen protectively. Lisbon turned onto her other side, so she was nose to nose with him.

"Morning, my dear." As always, he grinned, boyishly, dimples at the corners of his mouth and laughter lines around his eyes.

"Good morning." She couldn't help her lips tug into a small smile.

Pulling the blankets over their heads, Jane took Lisbon's hips, and pulled her closer to him. Gently, in the dark, he placed a kiss onto the tip of her nose, feeling her blush. She snuggled closer, and he chuckled lightly.

"What?" She asked groggily.

"Never saw you as a snuggler."

She playfully slapped him on the shoulder, before grabbing the sheets and throwing them back over their heads, so that they were hit with the harsh glare of California morning. They squinted in the sun, and as her eyes adjusted, she rolled over onto her back, and laid her head into Jane's shoulder. He grinned again, a long lost smile reserved only for her, as he took in her milky skin, messy bed hair, and emerald eyes, which were fixated on his azure depths.

"One of us has to make breakfast you know."

"I did it yesterday." He moaned.

"You know I can't cook squat." She smirked.

"Fine." He sat up sharply, about to throw the blankets off of himself, before he was dragged down my his left hand, which was interlocked with Lisbon's right. She laughed lightly, as he propped himself up on his elbow, his head in his free hand, golden hair tousled, shining almost angelically in the sunlight.

She examined his hand. Rough skin, clean nails, good size, and his wedding ring.

"Why do you still wear it?" She whispered, and Jane tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She searched his eyes, the pain, loss and grievance ever present.

He brought her face closer to his, words close into her ear.

"It reminds me to hold onto what I love."

Before she could even move to look at him, Jane had captured her lips in a good morning kiss she knew she could get used to.

"Morning, my dear."

Her eyes fluttered a little, before Lisbon pulled her blanket over her head. Which wasn't a blanket. It smelled..musky. Sweet, yet masculine.

Jane.

She opened her eyes fully and failed to mask her soft gasp.

He was grinning at her. Really grinning, and she wondered whether she'd said something in her sleep. And he was close.

Too close.

This was the man who said she was 'translucent'.

Jane squatted by the end of the battered tan couch, where Lisbon had taken residence for the night.

"What time is it?" She muttered, neither of them going to move.

"8am. Everyone's here." He continued his high-watt smile, without faltering.

"What?" She cocked an eyebrow at him inquisitively, internally freaking.

He straightened up, and held out his hand for her to take. She swatted it away, and swung her legs over the edge of the sofa.

"Lisbon had a dream..." Jane sing-songed to the group. Cho barely raised his head from the computer, Van Pelt hid her smirk behind a file, and Rigsby chuckled, still munching on a bagel.

"I have dreams all the time Jane."

"Considering my implications..." His eyes softened dangerously, but the boyish glint remained. "I'm flattered Teresa."

"Why do I have your jacket?" She stammered, attempting to regain some dignity in a room full of co-workers, and a very egotistical Patrick Jane.

No chance.

"You were shivering." Lisbon groaned. "And it looked cute." He muttered under his breath.

"I heard that." She rolled her eyes at him. "And don't call me 'dear'."

"Okay, my dear."

She flung a cushion at his retreating form.

"Jackass."

"I'll make you coffee." He called gleefully from the corridors.

"James Dorian, 42. Single gunshot wound to the chest. Pretty accurate- straight through the heart." Rigsby rattled off facts to Lisbon as she crouched by the foot of the bed.

"Close range. 22 calibre?" She muttered, almost being so repulsed by the smell that she had to walk out the door. She'd visited many murder scenes, but the victim had been sitting for a good few days. He lay splayed across his bed, eyes open and fully clothed, a blossom of blood staining a ruffled lavender shirt. Lisbon forced down bile as she peeled off her latex gloves, threw them in a waste basket, and all but bolted out the front door. She was beginning to regret only having that cup of coffee Jane made her.

"Forensics estimate time of death from around midnight to 6am." Van Pelt slipped her laptop out of the case, and flipped it open. Hitting a few keys, she pulled a file. Lisbon perched on the edge of her SUV's open trunk, and peered onto the screen.

"Basics. Nothing strange with his financial record. 2 years in juvie hall when he was 12, but Mr Dorian's been clean since then."

"Straight laced."

"Sure was. Not even $100 in debt. Even I'm not that good."

Lisbon scoffed.

"Right, let's go. I'll take Jane to go and talk to the wife. Tell Rigsby and Cho to check out the neighbours, see if they saw anything. Van Pelt, go back to Sacramento and hold the fort."

"Will do Boss."

Dreams sitting on a back burner, Lisbon sailed through the rest off the day, and by dusk, she found her eyelids drooping dangerously.

"Maybe I should drive." Jane quipped.

"No, I'm fine."

"Liar."

An awkward silence enveloped the car.

"I'm curious, what did you dream about last night?" His eyes pierced the side of her head, and she actively avoided his gaze.

"Nothing. Drop it."

"Tell me."

"No."

"No?"

"What don't you understand about 'no'!"

He pretended to ponder for a moment. "Would have to be the 'no' part."

Lisbon huffed, and bit her lip to prevent retaliation.

"I'll drop the subject if you let me drive, you might as well be asleep and I don't want to die on your watch."

"Such a shame." Lisbon muttered as she pulled into a lay-by and handed over the keys.

Jumping in the other side, she mentally cursed herself as she felt herself drifting off again.