Watching Jane and Lisbon get together with different people on the show just breaks my heart. Jane and Kristina Frye, Lisbon and Walter Mashburn… it just kills me inside! That's why I'm writing this. It's all about how they get together with other people, and realize there's no one else in the world they'd rather have but each other. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Lisbon's POV

She was climbing out of her car on a beloved Monday morning.

Sarcasm. She hated Mondays.

She yawned as she walked through the CBI office double glass doors, past the lobby and to the elevators. She glared her "Monday glare" at everything as she made her way to her office. It was quiet, basically silent. Nobody was here yet, and-

Wait a minute.

Nobody was here yet…

That was strange. Normally, her consultant was here before she was. He was usually up in her face as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. He would ask her random, meaningless questions about her personal life that she refused to answer, just to annoy her. He'd offer to get her coffee, only to mock her because she almost always had a cup in her hand already. He'd cook something up just to get under her skin. He was very good at it, she had to give him that. But he wasn't here yet. Weird.

Sighing, she went aversely to pick up the ringing phone in her office. She hoped and prayed that there wasn't a case yet. It was too early. So early that Jane wasn't even here yet. She hadn't even finished her first cup of coffee. And on a Monday? Everyone knew how much she loathed Mondays.

Maybe she should have a blimp going around town. It would say something like: Agent Teresa Lisbon of the CBI despises Mondays. Please hold your sick desire to kill until Tuesday. Thank you.

She wondered if she could make it any clearer that she hated Mondays.

"Lisbon," she answered the phone tiredly.

The caller hesitated, and then said, "Oh. Miss Lisbon. I'm sorry… I thought you'd be Patrick."

A little baffled, Lisbon asked, "What?" Anyone who wanted to call Jane would call him on his cell phone. Why would they call Lisbon's office? And anyway, who would be calling him? She loved him in that strange I-care-about-you-but-you-annoy-the-living-hell-out-of-me kind of way, but he just didn't have a social life. All there is to it.

"I'm sorry. He told me that he usually gets to his office earlier than everyone else. I just assumed no one else would be there." The caller was a woman.

"Um, well, he's not here," Lisbon told her, spiteful. "Can I take a message?"

"Can you just… tell him to call me?"

What the hell?

"And who is 'me'?" Lisbon asked impatiently. She struggled to keep her voice composed and not snap at the oblivious stranger on the other end of the line, who was playing Jane Doe, apparently.

"Just… tell him someone called and thanked him for dinner last night. Thanks." The caller hung up before Lisbon had a chance to say anything.

What was that all about? Why wouldn't the caller give Lisbon her name? And who did Jane take to dinner last night? Jane? On a date? His last date was with Kristina Frye, and the date before that was probably with his wife before she died. Who could he have possibly gone to dinner with last night? Why didn't he say anything?

And why on Earth did it bother her so much?

Jane arrived literally five minutes after Lisbon hung up the phone with the anonymous caller. He flashed her his charming, irresistible smile while passing her office. She dropped her paperwork on her desk and hurried into the hallway, following him into the kitchenette while he fixed himself a cup of tea. Typical.

"Jane, I got a call this morning."

He looked up, smiling. "Um, Lisbon. You get calls every day."

So clever, she thought dryly.

"Ha, ha. Shut up, smartass. It was for you."

His smile vanished, and he set his cup of tea down, crossing his arms. "Uh, who was it?"

"I don't know. Exactly! It was a woman. She wouldn't give me her name. She wanted me to thank you for taking her to dinner last night?" She said it as if it were a question, as if she didn't know if the caller was mistaken or not. Secretly, she hoped it was a mistake. Why? She did not know. She wouldn't have been jealous if Jane took someone on a date. Just… irritated that he didn't say anything.

Yeah. Let's go with that.

Jane's expression suddenly became strained. "Oh." Then, he picked up his tea and stalked to the bullpen. Lisbon followed, incredulous.

"Hey, hey!" Lisbon said in a teasing voice. "Jane went on a date last night? With a girl?" She smiled a mocking smile, trying to cover up the annoying wave of… jealousy? No. It couldn't be that. Irritation, Lisbon! Get your freaking story straight! she thought to herself.

Jane blushed.

Jane blushed.

Holy crap! Jane blushed!

"Oh. My. God." She enunciated each word. Each syllable. "Patrick. Jane. Blushed!"

"No he didn't!" Jane shot back, pausing and instantly revising. "I mean, no I didn't!"

"You so did!"

"You're mistaken."

She laughed. "Come on, Jane. Tell me who the date was with."

"No."

All traces of humor were gone. Talk about intense.

"Why not?"

"Why do you care?"

Good question. "Come on, Jane," she pleaded. "I'm just curious."

He smiled. "Nope."

"Please?" she begged.

"Lisbon-"

"If you start that 'someday you'll be happy, my dear, sweet Lisbon' crap, I'll kick your ass."

He chuckled. "Fine. If you must know, my date was with Sophie Miller. Happy?"

No. Not happy at all. "Oh. Where did you go?"

Jane blinked, staring at her ironically like she was a complete idiot who was losing her mind. "Din-ner." He spoke slowly, breaking up the word as if she couldn't understand it any other way. "You just told me that she called and thanked me for dinner. Remember that part?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Jane bent down a little to analyze her expression. Something in her eyes amused him, because he got a little flicker of a smile. "You're jealous," he noted, pleased in his own, stupid Jane kind of way.

Lisbon gasped. "What?" she exclaimed, louder than necessary. "I am not!"

"You are too!" he laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

"No, I'm not! You're insane, not me."

"Why do you care so much, then? Last time I checked, you weren't breaking down every detail of Grace's dates. Or Rigsby's. Or…" He paused. "Cho doesn't go on many dates, so nevermind." He grinned that irritating grin. He reached out and patted her shoulder. "It's okay, Lisbon. It's quite… flattering, actually."

She smacked his hand away. "Why the hell would I be jealous of your dates? You're my consultant. My headstrong, arrogant, stubborn consultant that I can't seem to ever convince to leave me alone. Why would I be jealous of Sophie?" Now that she was on a roll she couldn't stop. "I just found it a little odd that she wouldn't give me her name! That's all. You know? I'm happy for you. And why wouldn't I be? You're my colleague. Nothing but a colleague. I should be happy for you. And guess what? I am happy for you." Hmm. She wondered how many times she said that. Happy for you, Jane. I am happy for you. Too many times. She didn't mean any of it, but she wished she did.

Jane rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Lisbon. You know I mean more to you than just a colleague," he scoffed.

Her face turned bright red. "No. I am not jealous of your damn date last night, okay, Jane? Get it through your head!"

"That's not what I meant."

"For God's sake, Jane. Then just tell me what you mean!" she snapped.

"I'm more than a colleague to you, I would hope. We're friends. We're good friends."

There was a hint of hurt in his eyes. Had she hurt his feelings? Could anyone hurt Jane's feelings? It didn't seem likely. But he honestly did look like what she had said caused him pain…

She sighed, and turned and stomped toward her office. Behind her, Jane called out, "Maybe I was mistaken. My bad."

Damn. All on a Monday. That figures.

Tbc? If so, ideas would be so incredibly helpful. Thanks for reading!