Holy moly. This. Is. The. Last. Chapter. Of. 13. Shades. Of. Red. Everyone, A Moment Of Silence....... MOMENT'S OVER! Besides, it was never quiet in the first place. I could hear you talking and listening to Hannah Montana. *shudders* How could you... I'm only kidding.

Anywho, yes this is the last chapter of 13 shades. I'm very happy with it, and I redid it three times to be very happy with it. The prompt never changed or anything, just how I did it did. You'll see. Gah, I'm so happy. This is like, an accomplisment to me. To finish a story while in school. Yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't, you don't, we don't, none of us own this. I mean, do you think I'd be sitting here, with my iTouch playing Journy, in a white stained T-Shirt and my best friends pants that she kinda left at my small, disgusting house on a ranch right now if I owned this?

No. See, we agree.

Prompt: Engagement

Jane smiled as he wrapped his arms around Lisbon, pulling her to his chest as he sat on her desk. It was a very cold day outside, even inside, and so the smallest warmth was comforting. Lisbon was like a space heater, and Jane found himself smiling at the pleasant warmth on his chest.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, running his hand through her hair. Even after three years, he was still cautious when touching her. At any moment, she could choose to be feisty and hit him. To his luck, she sighed and let her head rest in his hand.

"I'm tired Jane. I've been up for forty eight hours." She said, and he nodded. Kissing her head, he lifted her up off the ground. It didn't take much strength, as she was much smaller than him. He put her in his lap, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from falling off. She grabbed the front of his jacket, holding on tight.

"I know that my dear." He said, rubbing her back. He was hoping she would fall asleep. She was so touchy when she didn't sleep.

"Then why did you ask?" She snapped, letting her ear fall against his chest. She could hear his heart beat.

"Because I care." He stated, listening as her breathing became calmer. She moved her head, looking up at him.

"Why did you really come in here?" She asked, and when he started to protest, she shushed him.

"No, don't tell me it was to make me sleep. Patrick Jane, I've known you for six years. I think I'd be pretty good at your mentalist crap by now."

Jane couldn't help but smile. He knew one day, she'd say that. It was only a matter of time before she, of all people, beat him at his own game.

"Can't I see my favorite CBI agent?" He teased, and she huffed. Burying her face back into his jacket, she let out a deep breath. She was to the point of exhaustion that at every turn she wanted to cry. Nevertheless, she stopped herself before she gave into that weakness. Exhaustion only made her touchier.

Finding warmth wrapped up in Jane, she let her eye lids start to get heavy. She could really just fall asleep in his lap and not care. It wouldn't be the first time they showed some kind of affection at work. It was not an everyday thing, but it was easy to tell the pair was a couple.

"I actually came in here to ask you something."

Lisbon pushed her sleepy eyes open at Jane's voice, looking up at him. He looked unusually nervous. Moving her body, she put her hands on either side of his face and looked into his eyes.

"Patrick Jane wants to ask me something. What kind of escapade could I be agreeing or disagreeing too?" She joked, and when he didn't laugh her face dropped. She frowned at him, looking over his face.

"I wouldn't consider marriage an escapade Teresa." He said in all seriousness, and she swallowed a lump threatening to burst in her throat. She had prepared herself when they started dating for heartbreak and hardships. It had been a year before she realized that, yeah, heartbreak and hardships were going to plague them, but adoration and love would grace them more. She always knew the possibility of him asking for her hand was there. He was a relationship kind of guy, no matter what kind of charm he could put on any woman. Swallowing again, Lisbon thought of a witty comeback.

"You know, for us, it could be." She said, and he finally smiled. She let her hands fall off his face as he stared intently into her eyes, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. She pushed that thought away when she stupidly reminded herself it was Jane.

"That is true." He said, his stare softening. He moved his hands to her face, running his thumbs over her cheeks. He was starting to mesmerize her. She smirked.

"You're not going to hypnotize me." She mumbled, and he laughed softly. She wondered when it became so quiet.

"Damn." He joked, and she couldn't help but blush at his implications.

"Patrick Jane, you wouldn't." She teased him, and he shrugged. Her laughter died off, but the blush and smile stayed on her face. Maybe it was the look on his face. The one that told her exactly what he was thinking, or the one that told her just how much he loved her. It wasn't hard to get giddy at that look. He gave it to her rarely, but she knew it was because he had to be giddy to get that look.

"I wouldn't. I'd want you to be conscious when you gave me an answer." He said, bringing her attention back to the matter at hand. She almost forgot what they were originally talking about. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"We already act like a married couple." She pointed out, and he shrugged. He moved one of his hands off her face, running it through her hair.

"Then why not make it official." He said, and Lisbon smiled. She moved her head up so their noses her touching,

"Let's." She said, and he smiled. His hand came off her neck, and suddenly it was holding a small ring in-between their faces. She smiled at it, taking it from him with a smile. She looked at it carefully, deciding to toy with him. She smiled at the small stone, and the gold band. It was so beautifully simple. Sliding it onto her ring finger, she didn't get time to admire it on her hand before Jane kissed her. She could feel his happiness in the kiss, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Looking into his eyes, she felt another blush rise on her cheeks.

"You have the cutest blush." She blushed again at being called cute, her ears burning. She kissed him again, resting her forehead against his cheek. She was so lost she didn't see Cho walk up to the door, and she jumped when he knocked. She didn't blush as he raised his eyebrows at them. When she looked up at Jane, though, she saw the slightest of pink on his cheeks.

"You're blushing!" She said, jumping out of his lap and holding out her hand for the file Cho had for her. She didn't take her eyes off Jane's reddening cheeks, and neither did Cho. The Asian man looked at the consultant, a blank look on his face.

"You just got whipped." He deadpanned, and Jane's cheeks turned a bright red. Lisbon couldn't help but giggle at him, wondering how her and Cho had gotten the mentalist to blush. Cho smiled a rare smile as he walked out of the room, but only before noticing the ring on Lisbon's left hand.

"Hey guys! Jane and Lisbon are engaged!" He yelled to the whole floor, feeling invincible. He was pretty sure Lisbon was too caught up in her engagement and Jane's blushing to notice the cheers and clapping coming from outside her office door.

He was right, and as Lisbon locked her office door, she turned to Jane.

"I got you to blush." She said, swaying her hips as she walked over to him. He tried, and failed, to keep his eyes on her face.

"Lucky shot. Cho-"

"Ah ah, enough about him. I got you to blush." She said, crawling up onto the desk and straddling his waist. He smirked at her, but the red on his cheeks was really giving him away.

"Lucky shot." He said again, and she shrugged.

"Oh well. I was going to try to get you to blush again, but now since it was just a lucky shot-"

Lisbon's words were cut short as Jane kissed her again, pulling her back as he lay back on her desk. She smiled into the kiss, her hands feeling the heat on his cheeks.

Yes, she got Patrick Jane to blush. And she was going to do it again.

Lucky shot or not.

Fin.