Curiosity Killed the Cat

Summary: It hadn't been the lack of banter between the two, or something majorly different between the two of them but it was just enough to make him wonder—what exactly was the relationship between the two? J/L

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. *five minutes later* Nope, still not mine.

Warnings: Language, OOC-ness and Unedited.

A/N:

I absolutely had a blast writing this story! I always have so much fun writing humor, and it also helps that I'm two parts angst and five-billion parts humor and yes, if you do the math that means I'm made up of five billion and two parts hehehe. Anyway, now that this story is complete—I'll probably take a small hiatus before I write any new stories… I really do need to finish my other stories ;)

Thanks to: Frogster, Fell4, Simonisthecuttestmentalist, Koezh, Sarcasm-the-Lowest Form of Wit, lisbon69, TeresaAmeliaJane.,BFanz, xxxBekaForEvaxxx, Fallen Angels of Love, Biana Delacroix, phoenixmagic1, Jubilee7, raquelvalente91, mwalter1, Bezelburr, PhoenixWytch for all the lovely reviews, and as always the readers and alerters of the story! :hugs!:

Enjoy the last chapter!

Chapter 7:

Higher than Pigeons

After the disastrous fire alarm, which had been brought on by someone in one of the downstairs kitchenettes who had decided to put metal into the microwave; the team found themselves back in the bull pen for the final answer as Jane refused to give any answer while standing outside thinking that the couch was going to burn in the fire just as Bosco stood of to the side laughing at the consultant's hysteria.

"Who won the bet?" Rigsby asked, as Jane settled down on his couch while Lisbon remained standing.

"I did." Jane responded. "We've been over this."

"I meant ours."

"Oh, so you betted on two state employees?"

"You betted on us, and the last time I checked—my paycheck said I was a state employee." Grace replied.

"Meh, Lisbon and I have more job security." Lisbon turned to stare at him.

"Jane, you're a consultant." Lisbon responded. "Do I need to remind you of where you fall in line with this department?" He didn't reply, which left Lisbon to continue. "Consultants are just slightly above the pigeons."

"Wait, we use pigeons?" Rigsby questioned, Lisbon nodded.

"Apparently they have better job security." Jane muttered darkly, everyone stared at him.

"—well, if you stopped pulling your stunts." Lisbon responded. "You might actually have a better chance of a good evaluation." Jane snickered.

"I thought that I was doing pretty well." Jane replied. "I met requirements on almost everything, and I had especially high marks in annoying the boss." Lisbon crossed her arms against her chest.

"There's no "annoying the boss" section on evaluations." Lisbon told him. "Otherwise everyone in this unit besides Jane would fail."

"Ah, but you see—I take the "CEP""

"Do I even want to know what that means?" She questioned, Jane shook his head.

"You see what they want you to see, more of a conspiracy theory if anything else." He replied with a grin, before looking back over at Grace and Rigsby. "Both of you should be ashamed." Rigsby glanced over at Grace, who in turn glanced over at Rigsby before both pairs of eyes rested back on Jane.

"What are you now? Our mother?" Rigsby questioned. "You bet on us!"

"He bets on everyone." Cho stated. "Shouldn't be that much of a surprise." Jane hummed.

"I'd really like to find out who won this bet today," Grace told them. "Not in five years—when the both of you could be getting married, the only reason we find out is because you've decided to run to Las Vegas and we think you've gone missing." Lisbon turned to stare at Grace.

"Uh…"

"Uh… please don't tell me you both are already married…"

"Never!" Jane responded. "If I was going to marry Lisbon, I'd want you all there—and the reason for that would be the shock value."

"It's not like the both of you don't have enough sexual tension already." Cho stated.

"It's safe to say that neither of us is going to run to Las Vegas anytime soon."

"Oh I don't know about you Lisbon," Jane spoke. "But I think a trip to Las Vegas tomorrow morning would be lovely, we could visit all the chapels and…" She narrowed her eyes.

"No."

"Oh come on."

"No."

"I'm pretty sure we can even make enough money to start a family and…"

"What don't you understand about the word, "no"?" Lisbon asked.

"Well for starters," Jane replied. "The fact that "yes" has three letters, and "no" only has two—it seems like you give the words a certain gender…"

"It's only "no" and no means…"

"No?" Grace interrupted, Lisbon nodded.

"Yes." Jane spoke, grinning. "I perfectly understand now." Lisbon could only throw her hands up in aspiration before turning on her heels to head back to her office, Jane grinned calling after her. "Does that mean yes?" Jane dodged the flying stapler, as it hit the wall behind him and broke. "Alright Lisbon, 6 A.M. it is." Grace shook her head at the consultant who just wouldn't stop.

"Who won the bet then?" Rigsby shot back at him and he shrugged.

"Neither of you did." He responded, standing up. "Lisbon and I aren't in a relationship, beyond one of the "I annoy her; she threatens me" verity." He started toward Lisbon's office.

"You think he's lying?" Rigsby asked.

"Most definitely." Grace admitted. "After all, no means yes to him."

Patrick Jane shut the door behind him, as Teresa Lisbon rolled her eyes—staring down at the paperwork on her desk.

"Las Vegas?" She questioned.

"Meh, I've never been." Jane responded. "Besides that, Grace is the one who brought that one up."

"Us getting married," Lisbon muttered, as Jane chuckled.

"Silly isn't it?" Jane asked; both grew silent in reflection before Jane grew another smile on his face. "Let's do it."

"What?"

"Leave tomorrow and come back married."

"No."

"Yes?"

"No?"

"No?"

"Yes." He grinned in response, and she sighed. "We're not getting married."

"Oh come on, it would be a perfect ending to this whole betting business."

"You've forgotten something however," she stood from behind her desk and stepped toward him. "We're not..." He grinned.

"That can be fixed easily," He murmured, as she grinned in response. "I still want my five dollars though."

"Don't worry," Lisbon responded. "You'll get your five dollars and even more if you behave."

"Me? I'm an angel."Jane pulled the innocent card before laughing. "I knew that the interest would eventually pay off."

"You and me both."

Neither Jane nor Lisbon heard the loud "I knew it!" coming from the bull pen, as both were rather busy with other things than the mundane act of paperwork and lawsuits.