-1The Seven Serenades of Patrick Jane

Summary: This was going to be fun, Jane decided; he was going to serenade his 'boss' for a week straight with love songs. For The Jello-Forever February Challenge: Love Songs.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine still.

Songs Used: "Now and Forever" by Richard Marx, "Yellow" by Coldplay, "Kissed By A Rose" by Seal, and "Sweetest Goodbye" by Maroon 5.

Warnings: Fluffiness, language, OOC (in some parts) and unedited.

A/N:

Okay, so… I'm pretty sure that I never said I wasn't cruel by leaving off where I did last chapter. In fact, I think I was beyond cruel to even give an almost kiss—I hope this chapter makes up for it, so I can stop receiving angry reviews! =) Anyway, this story is now finished and already, my plot bunnies are wanting more stories written.

Anyway, a grand thank you/shout out goes to all the reviewers from the course of the whole story: MK, raquelvalente91, blondieland, Country2776, xxxBekaForEvaxx, Frogster, edwardcullen23, Bezelburr, Hermione Potter 1990, TailaSolo, Tallie14, HOUSEM., MOSI3, Yaba, mwalter1. *gives cookies* and of course all the reads and alerts from this story, I couldn't have written this without all of you! *hugs!*

Chapter Seven

Sunday

The knock on her door met her with mixed feelings, while she wanted to open the door and see Jane's face, she didn't want to face him after the whatever they had shared yesterday—Part of her knew that whatever they shared was a blessing and a curse which caused her to be weary opening the door, but instead of Jane standing at her door, one of the tenants of her apartment stood at her door irritably clutching a single rose, her eyes took in the yellow rose with a red tip as the tenet handed the rose toward her.

"Thank you."

"It was left for you." The tenant left, and Lisbon shut her door before staring at the rose in her hands. Someone left her a rose? She lifted the rose to her nose to take in the floral scent, and leaned against her closed door in thought; each rose color had a different meaning—red meant love, yellow meant friendship—so did that mean that whoever had given her the rose meant they loved her friendship? Lisbon shrugged the thought off and went to find an empty vase to put her new rose in.

She hadn't been expecting anymore interruptions, but as clockwork—every hour from the first rose at eight that morning someone had shown up at her door, some either having some form of irritation or an awestruck look would give her a different color rose; by six that evening—Lisbon had one short of a dozen roses in a beautiful arraign of colors: yellow with a red tip, white, deep burgundy, lavender, pink, pale peach, coral, orange, dark pink, yellow, and then peach in the vase she had pulled from one of the cabinets in her kitchen.

The only colors she noticed missing were blue and red, but she couldn't remember what the colors of the roses meant—all she knew was someone was definitely sending her these roses and she had one more on the way, if the person was inching toward a dozen roses. Lisbon's eyes remained on the small clock in her living room, urging the time to inch faster and faster—until seven was upon her, and by the time seven had rolled around, no one knocked on her door.

She sighed and went back to the book she was reading.

* * * * * *

Jane hesitated.

He stood directly across from where her apartment was located, thinking his choices over clearly; he could give up his whole serenading deal, or he could face her and sing the last songs he had for her. At first, the serenading was because he wanted to annoy her and he was bored but eventually, he started singing for a different reason.

He started singing out of an emotion that he didn't even know he held for Teresa Lisbon.

Love—

Strangely enough, it didn't even seem like love—but it felt as if everything came full circle. Jane was in love with Lisbon, and it startled him.

Yesterday, it had brought everything back to the beginning when both of them had shared something so…different, and yet so perfect from what they were both perfectly used to and wasn't it always that sometimes, taking the first leap was the most dangerous part because you never knew what would be below you.

He took a deep breath, and started across to her apartment—ready to take his first leap.

* * * * * *

Someone knocked on her door again, and Lisbon threw the door open expecting another random stranger to deliver her the last single rose but her eyes were met with a nervous Jane, who was grinning at her.

"Miss me?"

"Nope," Lisbon was grateful that her sarcasm was in ample supply for the consultant.

"Liar," He grinned. "You know you missed my singing…"

"Your "singing"" Lisbon motioned his singing into air quotation marks. "—as you put it, is not going to win you anything."

"Oh, but it will." He said. "You see, I'm hoping to win someone over with it."

"Not me."

"Of course not, I wouldn't seduce you over a song." Jane responded. "—that's why it's called serenading instead of seducing."

"If you say so."

"I do." Jane grinned. "Alas, Lisbon—tonight is the last night in my serenades for you."

"Oh no." Lisbon dryly stated. "Whatever will I do without your lovely serenades?"

"Is that sarcasm, Agent Lisbon?"

"Of course not, it's creative liability." She rolled her eyes.

"Now you'll have to go back to boring ways to catch criminals." Jane responded. "And back to reasons why you can't taser me."

"Damn." Lisbon muttered.

"Though, I'm sure you'll still find reasons." Jane reassured her. "I might even name it after a while, you know—a cute little nickname." She stared at him. "It kind of grows on you after a while."

"Jane, you were tasered once."

"Meh." Jane threw her words away. "I have a feeling that your taser and I are going to become really good friends."

"You know it." She stated, she still had back against the door and her arms crossed. "Anyway, as much as I love to see you here…."

"You don't want me here?"

"As much as I love to see you here," She continued. "I've got work to do."

"I bet," Jane teased. "But I doubt you've been doing much work today." He teased, and she stared at him. "Too distracted by the people who keep leaving you roses?" She glared lightly.

"I knew it." She muttered. "When you broke into my apartment yesterday, you placed…"

"Nope." He grinned. "Do you want to try again?" She glared at him. "Oh come on, guessing could be a fun new hobby for you."

"I'm not playing this game, I'm leaving." She turned to go back inside, when his hand grabbed onto her shoulder. "I hope you have a good reason for touching me."

"--Whenever I'm weary, from the battles that rage in my head, you make sense of madness, when my sanity hangs by a thread, I lose my way but still you seem to understand, now and forever, I will be your man…" Lisbon turned to face him, as he continued to serenade her. "—Now I can rest my worries, and always be sure, that I won't be alone anymore, if I'd only known you were there, all the time, all this time." He cleared his throat.

"You're clearly losing your touch." She spoke with a smirk. "I'm not embarrassed, flattered, annoyed or any of the above." He grinned in response.

"Oh Lisbon." He replied. "You haven't heard anything yet." Jane cleared his throat again and started once more. "--Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, and you know, you know I love you so, you know I love you so…" Lisbon shook her head, which prompted him to grin and continue. "Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and all the things that you do." He pointed at the starless sky and she lightly scoffed.

"No stars, you fail."

"I'm not done yet." Jane told her, and he cleared his throat again. "There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say, there's so much inside, you remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't denyyyyy, yeah, won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?" Jane was stepping closer, closing the distance both of them had maintained. "--Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey, ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah, now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grey…" He stood in front of her, pressing her into her door when he brought his hand to brush away the hair that had fallen into her face only to bring back a single red rose.

"Do I have to sing another song?" He joked. "There must be someplace here that only you and I could go, so I can show you how I feel..."

"You…" She whispered.

"Of course," he laughed. "Did you think it was the mailroom guy?" Both of them fell silent, before Jane decided to continue. "It started off as a game, but Lisbon—Teresa, I think I've fallen for you." He leaned into kiss her, but she hit him. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"First off, you used my name." Lisbon muttered. "Second off, I didn't tell you that you could kiss me." He pouted.

"I have to ask permission?"

"Yes."

"Lisbon, May I…" She cut him off by pressing her lips firmly to his and throwing her arms around his neck.

* * * * * *

"Whoa."

"Whoa?" Lisbon hinted with humor after she pulled away from him, his arms still around her in an embrace. "Is that all you have to say?"

"Give me a few moments," Jane teased. "You stole the breath from me." She smirked. "I guess I should be…" Jane had already pulled from Lisbon and had started to turn when he felt Lisbon's hands grab the back of his vest.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Home."

"Get in here." Lisbon told him, and he didn't turn around. "Get in here, Patrick." Jane turned around at the use of his first name and she dropped her hands.

"Does this mean I get to use yours?"

"No." She told him, as he followed her inside her apartment.

"Maybe next week you'll serenade me?" Jane joked, as she shut the door behind them.

* * * * * *

Just in case anyone is mildly curious about the rose color meanings in the order that Lisbon received each rose and how it was meant for each rose to be received:

Yellow with a red tip: Falling in love.

White: Reverence.

Deep burgundy: Unconscious beauty.

Lavender: Enchantment.

Pink: "Thank You"

Pale peach: Modesty.

Coral: Desire.

Orange: Enthusiasm.

Dark pink: Gratitude.

Yellow: Promise of a new beginning.

Peach: Let's get together.

Red: "I love you."