Patrick Jane was nervous, he rarely was nervous, infact he was almost never nervous, but right now he was definitely feeling apprehensive, like something was going to happen soon, which coincidently, or maybe not, was.

His mother was coming up to see him, his half of the time conniving and the other half of the time a sweet old lady mother would be here later on tonight.

"Jane, what's wrong?" Teresa asked him worriedly, Patrick looked up and studied the dark haired fiery woman. She was tired today, her hair she hadn't bothered to straighten the night before so it hung in ringlets around her more pale than usual face. Her emerald eye's had shadows underneath them from lack of sleep the night before. Something was troubling her. Patrick noticed and processed this all within the split second he looked up at her before replying.

"Nothing Lisbon… well at least nothing you can help me with" he said sitting up silently from his laying down position.

"How do you know I can't help?" Lisbon asked, a small frown tracing it's way onto her features at being told she could do nothing. Patrick couldn't help a small smile at the sake of his boss.

"When was the last time you slept Lisbon?" Patrick asked, purposely changing the subject away from something being wrong.

"Never mind, don't change the subject" Teresa said, a hint of annoyance and anger in her voice, but also some worry for his wellbeing.

Patrick suddenly smiled as in idea hit him, he wasn't so sure Teresa couldn't help after all, if his mother thought he had moved on from his wife, then maybe she would stop visiting.

"Actually, yes you can help, would you mind if I came over tonight and brought a friend?" he asked spontaneously, Teresa looked at him in surprise before considering the question.

"Why?" she asked a suspicious edge in her voice.

"Because, I don't have enough time to re-decorate mine" Patrick said, smiling as he worked out all the details he would need to make his plan work.

Finally Teresa nodded, although even someone as unobservant as a two year old could see that she was suspicious, Patrick took it as a compliment that she trusted him enough to accept his answer and let him come over without knowing exactly why.

Some of Patrick's earlier nervousness evaporated.

"Your already helping me" Patrick said, smiling at her genuinely before getting up off the couch . Teresa rolled her eyes and turned back to the team who were watching them eagerly, within seconds they had turned away embarrassed and going back to their work.

"We do have better things to do than watch people talk" Teresa stated, hiding her embarrassment with orders.

8:00 pm

Teresa sighed as she got ready to head home, Jane was still sitting on the couch looking at a sheet of the case file, but he looked up as she got her coat on.

"Ready to go?" Patrick asked jumping up and grabbing his jacket.

"As I'll ever be, but first, what the hell are you planning?" Teresa asked him, stopping in her tracks and studying him.

"Will you still let me do it?" Patrick asked, raising his eyebrows questioningly, Teresa shrugged.

"Depends" she told him "Obviously"

"Well, my mother is coming into town" Patrick said, wincing inwardly at the thought, but he continued on "And I wanted to pretend you were my girlfriend so that she won't keep on checking on me"

Teresa stood their with her mouth open, before snapping it closed and looking at him with disbelief.

"Yeah right" she said " Tell me the real reason"

"That is the real reason" Patrick stated, "will you still help me rid myself of my mother?"

"Hell no Jane!" Teresa said, her voice sounded surprised, but Patrick knew if he persisted enough he could persuade her.

"Just for a couple hours!" Jane pleaded, feeling like a small child as he did so, he didn't like people to see him desperate.

"I said no, why would I?" Teresa asked him impatiently, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Because I would help you if you needed it" Patrick said, his voice getting softer and quieter.

"Damn you Jane, guilt tripping me" Teresa muttered under her breath. "Fine!" she snapped, walking away grumpily. Jane smiled as he followed her outside to her car.

"so whatcha gonna cook?" he asked her cheerfully as they got into the car and closed the door.

"I don't damn know Jane!" Teresa snapped " I was planning on having a TV dinner or something"

"Well that wont do" Patrick murmured reaching into his pocket he pulled out a recipe written on a piece of paper.

"Here" he said, handing it to her with a grin "Your recipe's would never do, a true girlfriend of mine would cook this!"

"Jane…" Teresa said taking a deep breath, Patrick glanced at her whitening knuckles on the steering wheel, and believed her when she added "Do not push me"

A/N - Yeah, they are a little OOC…but that's why it's fan fiction right? Well leave a review, I'll probably post the second half of this tomorrow.