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Theresa Lisbon couldn't remember the last time she had felt as rested as she did that bright and sunny morning. Even now she remained curled up under the warm blanket cherishing this feeling she rarely got to enjoy anymore. It took her a moment to recognize where she was though because of the foreign furniture but suddenly her lips curved slightly as some snippets from last night came to her. It wasn't clear or logical, as most dreams usually weren't, but this dream in particular had involved her kissing Patrick Jane.

She snuggled further into her pillow, the smile still plastered on her face. Lisbon couldn't help but find it amusing how her subconscious always managed to create a situation she wouldn't dare try in reality. Yes, she had daydreamed about him on the rare occasion. Alright, maybe a little more but which woman hadn't? Jane could be a tourist attraction. She might work with him but she was still breathing and alive after all. The basic idea was she could look but not touch, unlike some of the other women they have had to deal with on more than one occasion. Lisbon was not the type of woman who swoons over men no matter how good looking they were.

She tried to forget about the dream and rolled over onto her other side fully determined to enjoy the rest of the morning before they had to leave. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she stopped breathing suddenly when the unmistakable smell of Jane's cologne hit her senses. It was uniquely woody and spicy with the unmistakable smell of Jane's skin. Quickly she snapped her eyes open and sat up, fully expecting him to be sitting close by waiting with some weird comment or idea about the case they had just closed. It wouldn't surprise her if he got into her motel room just to make sure she was aware of one of his brilliant observations. However she was alone.

Lisbon tried to still her frenzied heartbeat brought on by outrage and the beginnings of anger but any lingering feeling of sleepiness had vanished. Recognizing she wasn't going to fall back to sleep, she stretched languidly and swung her legs over the bed and felt what she had initially mistaken for a blanket fall to the floor. It took her a while to figure out that what she was staring at was in fact a piece of clothing. Lisbon eyed the now familiar jacket suspiciously wondering how it had gotten away from its owner and more importantly how it had come to be on her. Carefully she picked it up, holding it pinched in front of her as if expecting it to bite at any moment. She couldn't help but feel she was missing something very important.

The small woman frowned deeply as she systematically went through the previous night's events in her mind. She remembered everything well up until the bar. There she could only form bits and pieces but nothing that would explain the jacket. First, there had been the flirtatious waitress and the googley eyes she had kept sending their table, namely to Jane, then Cho volunteering free drinks without any cajoling from the team and finally herself getting lightheaded, which was a hard feat. But then what happened starts getting fuzzier. Logically Lisbon knew she hadn't been the driver because she doubted she would have made it back here in one piece. Which left the option that someone drove her, probably a tall blond who was currently missing his jacket and who was going to have a lot of explaining to do when she got a hold of him.

But that train of thought was going to have to wait until she had some water in her system to get rid of the unusual wooly feeling in her mouth. Seriously, what did she drink, gasoline? It was quite unlike any hangover she had ever had and she had suffered through some really rough ones in her lifetime.

Convinced she had drunk only hard liquor for some reason, Lisbon left the jacket on the bed and decided to make her way towards the vending machines located at the beginning of the motel. Calculating the exact change as she walked, she passed by the other agents's rooms without pausing to know if they were awake yet. Once there, she pushed the necessary button and picked up the bottle from the bottom opening. Chugging the water as if she hadn't drank anything for weeks, she strolled back towards her room and returned to bed. Lisbon practically sighed as the water rinsed away the after effects of the alcohol. She put the now empty plastic bottle on the bedside table and resumed where she left off.

Although she didn't exactly remember how she had gotten into her room last night what really kept running though her mind was the jacket's presence. It was just such a weird occurrence. Although it felt suspicious, it could just mean that Jane had helped her. She folded her arm under her head and stared blankly at the ceiling trying to recall anything. Lisbon shrugged and closed her eyes to spend the next few minutes in meditative silence, almost falling back asleep in the process. She listened absentmindedly as a loud car passed by, the roar of the engine a dull sound through the closed window. A few birds chirped here and there but nothing disturbed the small brunette.

We shouldn't be doing this.

Loudly, Jane's gentle voice boomed inside Lisbon's head, the words echoing clearly and all too familiar. She snapped her eyes wide open, stunned at the sudden coldness spreading through her chest like liquid ice. The thudding of her heartbeat increased as the implications slowly sank in. Suddenly it didn't feel like such a great morning. Her stomach was abuzz with nervousness but she tried to stifle it down by sheer will. Lisbon wasn't going to allow herself to panic because she needed a clear head to think.

It hadn't been a dream.

Last night in her drunken stupor she must have come on to Jane and he had rejected her, albeit gently, but rejected all the same and it was just making itself felt. She must have been too drunk to understand the words otherwise she would have felt this stinging earlier. Lisbon tried to rationalize the situation but found she couldn't. She didn't even know if she could face him and his knowing eyes today. Lisbon was afraid she was going to see something else in those blue orbs now, something closer to resentment or worse, shame. She knew deep down Jane was not an available man for any woman, least of all her. What had she been thinking last night? Usually when drunk she still managed to retain some sort of control over her actions when it came to men.

Getting up quickly, she began paced the small space of the bedroom trying to come up with a way to make things better between Jane and her. Not coming up with anything she finally stopped by the window and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked outside. The only thing she could do now was apologize, she thought. But then her inner lightbulb turned on. There was a way for her not to face Jane and bring up the little incident.

She could play the drunk card and say she didn't remember anything from last night. Swinging her head from side to side as if weighing the options, she knew it was juvenile but it could prevent a very awkward situation. Besides it was true in a way. When she woke up she hadn't remembered the real details. And it was believable!

Biting her lower lip, Lisbon remained pensive as her green eyes stared at the main street not really seeing anything. In the end she decided it was for the best. It saved them both from having to face the kiss and her from complete embarrassment. The more vulnerable side of Lisbon didn't think she could take going through a conversation where Jane explains why he couldn't kiss her back without it hurting. That was one thing she didn't want him to witness on her face, the way those specific words could affect her. Realizing that she was beginning to delve too deep into her repressed feelings for Jane, she automatically stopped that train of thought.

Exhaling loudly, she realized it was easier said than done though. Lisbon was going to have to lie like she has never lied before if she expected to fool Patrick Jane's eyes.

Meanwhile a few doors down Lisbon's room.

Knock, Knock

Cho felt the noise more than he heard it which had he been in a regular state he would have found alarming. But thankfully he wasn't so grudgingly he rolled off the sofa he had unceremoniously fallen on last night and mechanically headed for the door trying not to bump anything on the way. He didn't remember getting that much alcohol into his system so he didn't understand why he felt so drowsy.

He opened the door and his eyes were immediately struck by the sheer whiteness of Patrick Jane's dress shirt shining painfully in the already hot sun. Cho chose not to focus on the consultant's wide smile exposing his white teeth for fear of blindness. That and he didn't want to see Jane's smug expression.

"Good morning sunshine," Jane said enthusiastically as he passed by Cho "And how are the side effects this morning?"

Cho closed the door and turned towards his guest. "I think I proposed to Rigsby," he deadpanned as he rubbed his forehead.

Jane couldn't help but laugh. "I take it Rigsby turned you down."

"Coffee?" pleaded Cho.

"Ah, only people who don't try to drug me get coffee in the morning."

A tense silence ensued. Cho stared at Jane while the latter swiveled his head around looking at the objects in the room. Feeling that the consultant wasn't going to provide further details, Cho didn't see the point of denying it. This was Jane he was dealing with after all.

"How did you know?"

"You were acting strange yesterday. Especially at the bar. You seemed to panic when you brought the drinks you had volunteered to buy. Actually it was quite a funny sight seeing you unclench once Van Pelt and Rigsby had chosen their poison," Jane explained.

"Really?" asked Cho curiously.

"No," Jane smiled. "Van Pelt told me of your plan at the morgue."

"Damn," Cho muttered under his breath as he shook his head. Leave it to Van pelt's conscience to cost him two hundred bucks.

"Oh don't worry, it wasn't her fault," Jane said casually, sitting himself on the green sofa. "I got it out of her. She seemed more stressed than usual in my presence. Usually I would attribute it to her irrational fear of me embarrassing her in public, but we were surrounded by dead people so there was no way for me to do so."

"That doesn't make me feel any better Jane," Cho reprimanded.

"Well I tried," was the reply.

Suddenly something clicked in Cho's foggy mind. "Wait, you knew the drinks were spiked and you still let me drug Lisbon?"

Jane visibly winced but shrugged his shoulders in the end as If saying it's too late to do anything about it now. "All Van Pelt told me was that you were going to drug me. I didn't know you were going to become a serial spiker. I should have been wearier of you Kimball Cho."

Confusion was still evident on Cho's features. "But how did you manage to switch the right drink?"

Now Jane's face lit up like that of a young child's. He really enjoyed the moments where he got to explain his tricks.

"I distracted you naturally. I used the age old ruse of you have something on your neck to be more precise."

Just as Cho was going to point out how could he have known which glass was which, Jane interrupted him.

"Evidently the spiked drinks in this case would have been the ones closest to me and Lisbon so that Rigsby, Van Pelt and yourself could have the alcoholic ones closest to your seats while the rest of us got the drugged ones. Simple as that," Jane finished, smiling boyishly.

"Right. Simple," repeated Cho.

Jane finally rose to his feet and was about to leave when he said, "Why did you do it?"

"Apart from the bet?" Cho asked.

"Of course," Jane said without missing a beat.

A quick pause followed for Cho to collect his courage. "Chaos theory."

Blue eyes stared at Cho for a little while waiting for the real reason. But Cho's face remained impassive. Jane's lips broke into a genuinely amused smile as he watched the other man smile slightly in return. Shaking his head in surprise, Jane clapped Cho's shoulder a few times and took his leave, impressed. Once outside, he said to no one in particular, "Good ol' chaos theory."

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