A/N: I just closed my eyes and starting typing away. This is what I came up with, hope you like it!

I should've written another chapter for 'It started with a kiss', but since this is the last chapter for this story, I thought I'd first finish this one and then go on to my favorite story! :D (I love this story as well!)

I'm feeling exhausted. Having to speak Dutch and English is stupid. My Dutch fucking sucks now. Ugh.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

Jane was sitting on the stairs leading to his attic, and he was watching the elevator.

He really couldn't believe that he had seemingly won so fast. It only took him one minute to take Lisbon away from Mancini. Either Lisbon felt the same for Jane as he did for her, or Mancini was really that boring and she was already over the bastard.

A ping came, and Jane jumped up again. When he saw there was still no Lisbon, he sighed and sat down again. The people exiting the elevator stared at him, before realizing that this was Patrick Jane and that this was probably still normal behavior for him.

He was ready. He hadn't realized that before he'd walked into the bullpen, but hearing Mancini answering Lisbon's phone instead of the woman herself had shattered his heart even more. He thought in that second that he'd lost her once again, or even more, depends on how he looked at it.

He brushed the box through the fabric of his jacket, and took in a deep, nervous breath.

He just hoped that this was all going to end well. He couldn't stand it if Lisbon was angry at him, but he most certainly couldn't stand it if she didn't speak at all.

The ping came again, and Jane jumped up. Nope, no Lisbon.

He wondered whether this was the right move. Now, right after a fight. But he figured that waiting for the perfect moment would eventually result in Lisbon running off with guys like Mancini. He may be selfish, but he didn't want to share his precious Lisbon.

After almost forty minutes, Jane's heart dropped. Either something had happened to Lisbon, or Mancini was doing some horrible things to her – depends on what you define as horrible, considering the two were about the have sex, as it seemed. Or Lisbon was pestering Jane once again and only told him that she was on her way to give him hopes and then eventually crush them again when telling Jane that she was engaged to Mancini – or worse, pregnant. An engagement could be stopped, a pregnancy, if too late, couldn't be halted. (And knowing Lisbon, she wouldn't get an abortion anyways.)

Jane shivered. He had to talk to her, now.

"Jane?" Van Pelt asked, startling him, and he got up to face her.

"I thought you said Lisbon was coming-"
"Yes, I did. Because that is what she told me. I'm going to her apartment, something has happened-"
"Nothing has happened, Jane," Van Pelt sighed, and Jane frowned.

"What do you mean?"
Van Pelt sighed again, grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled him back into the bullpen. She pushed him down on his couch and sat down beside him.

"Lisbon has been my best friend for a long time now, and I hope you know that. Lisbon doesn't always share her feelings about certain things, not even to me, but when she does, then it's really bothering her. She told me that she's in love with you. Don't look so surprised, Jane, you knew it as well. Ever since she found out, she's careful around you. She knows that you're still... in love with Angela, and honestly, nobody can blame you. But Lisbon knows it, and she distances herself from you, because trying to be around you will only cause her to do stupid things. Like going to Mancini. She wants you to like her, no matter what, but she doesn't want to hurt you or force herself up on you. I'm saying this as an objective person: you are both completely and utterly stupid. And whatever the hell you're gonna do with that ring in your pocket, it better be good. Because she's been waiting for this for almost a decade, and if you screw up, she'll be crushed. She's running out of time – and I'm not only talking about her biological clock. Which, by the way, definitely went off as well. Lisbon sacrifices her life for others, which is sweet but she doesn't think about herself. She won't last any longer if she goes on at this rate. She hasn't slept for days and she keeps on putting off eating as well. Don't tell me you didn't see it, Jane."

"Who do you think you are-"
"I'm someone who cares about you. Both of you. Nothing happened to Lisbon, she's just afraid that she'll hurt you by coming here. You were pretty much approaching personal territory when you talked to her on the phone. If I was her, I would've reacted exactly the same."

Jane stared at Van Pelt. Since when was she an expert on these kind of things?
"I know what you're thinking now, Jane. You think you ruined your last shot at being with her. But that's not true. There's still hope. Yes, the possibility is great that she'll punch you in the nose, but that's something you would accept, right?"
Jane rolled his eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. Go to her apartment-"
"She's at Mancini's-"
"She isn't. I'm pretty sure she had quick sex with Mancini, then was either disappointed because it was really that bad or felt ashamed, and then went to her apartment to drown herself in her own misery by eating as much chocolate as she can."
To be fair, not only Jane was startled by Van Pelt's blunt approach, but they all knew she was probably right. Just because Lisbon was their boss did not mean they couldn't think these things of her. It only made Lisbon look like a human being – was that too much to ask for?

"And oh, you didn't get this from me," Van Pelt said, her face deadly serious, before walking back to her desk. Jane ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm going to her apartment," Jane said simply, and left without leaving any space of discussion for the rest – not that they were going to stop Jane.

-YulianaHenderson-

Secretly, Jane knew that Lisbon wouldn't open for him. She was going to pretend that she wasn't there, but he'd seen her car parked in front of her building.

He knocked on the door again, and let out a sigh of relief when Lisbon finally opened.

"Came to tell me 'told you so'?" Lisbon asked, her voice small, and Jane only then saw that she'd been crying – her eyes were red.

"What did he do?"
"You were right – again. He didn't care about me. He used me alright," Lisbon snapped, and turned around walking over to her couch. Jane ran over to her and turned her around.
"What the he-"

"Listen, Teresa. I love you, so, so much, that seeing you possibly walking out on me with Mancini actually physically hurt. And even though he hurt you but won't do so anymore, there are still lots of evil men out there who can hurt you even more. And I don't want to watch you marrying another man, so I have to prevent that from happening," Jane said, and before both of them could realize what he was doing, he knelt down in front of her on one knee, and took both her hands in his, "will you marry me, Teresa?"

Lisbon stared at him, and then suddenly, surprising both of them, started crying. Teresa Lisbon never cried. What had happened to her?

"Oh Jane..." Lisbon whispered, and looked at her hands, that were in his bigger ones. "You don't have to propose to me to prevent me from going out with other men. You could just ask me to stop doing that."

"But I don't have any right to ask that of you. It's your life-"
"My life stopped being mine when you entered it, Jane."
"And it shouldn't have been like that. You shouldn't have sacrificed your life like that. I should've been more understanding, I should've been a better friend, I shouldn't have looked at you as a mere best friend or sister because that's not what you were and that's not what you will ever be to me, Teresa. I'm afraid to love, because I'm taunted by Red John and he can come out to kill you, but I can't take the risk of losing you to another man, and especially not Mancini, and most certainly not Walter Mashburn. They don't deserve you, and you deserve much more than them. You deserve someone who can love you for who you are, someone that doesn't use you for his own selfish needs-"

"Someone like you," Lisbon interrupted on a whisper, and Jane's breath caught in his throat. Lisbon squeezed his hands, and swallowed to rid her throat of the lump, to no avail.
"I'm sorry for going to Mancini after you called," Lisbon whispered, and Jane shook his head.

"If you didn't do that, we wouldn't be here now. I should thank him-"

"Why thank him? I haven't replied on your proposal, now did I?"
Jane smiled faintly, but squeezed her hands.

"Could you answer, please? I'm not exactly the fittest man in the unit and my knee is starting to hurt-"
"Yes. Yes, I want to marry you, but on one condition."
Jane's heart exploded out of glee and he almost started crying. He was just in time to stop the tears from spilling, though. He smiled then, realizing that he would do everything to marry the woman in front of him. It was such a stupid thing she would even think that he wouldn't agree with the one condition that stood in between 'colleagues' and 'husband and wife' – the last title made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

"We will make this work. Because if it doesn't work, I'll lose you. And I don't want to lose you," Lisbon said, and Jane smiled. He got up and pulled her closer.

"I'm sorry for being selfish, Teresa-"

"And you need to stop doing that. If you weren't so selfish, I wouldn't love you."
"Now you're just plain mocking me."
"Get used to it," Lisbon said, and Jane's smile widened.

"I will. I love you, Teresa," Jane whispered, and Lisbon sighed contently.

"I love you too, Patrick." And Jane wasn't sure if it was her saying 'I love you', or saying his first name, but something snapped inside him and he linked their lips. Lisbon gave in immediately, swinging her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Their lips started dueling, and neither of them knew how they ended up on the couch.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Do you think Jane and Lisbon will be happy now?" Rigsby asked as he and Van Pelt entered his apartment. Van Pelt shrugged.

"They're not there yet. There's still something missing in their picture."
"That being...?"
Van Pelt looked at him, that 'are you stupid' twinkle in her eyes again.

"A baby, Wayne. Are you stupid?"

Rigsby chuckled. He could read her just like Jane could read Lisbon.

"I personally think that they should be fine now with the two of them. I mean, and I speak from experience, a baby can ruin a perfect relationship."

Van Pelt looked at him, and Rigsby could see that she was internally fighting over her next move because they now entered personal zones and they weren't used to being personal now.

She swallowed, and approached him, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

"Or it can save another," she whispered, and Rigsby nodded. She went on tip-toe and linked their lips, the kiss immediately becoming wilder until they heard little human sounds coming from the nursery. They pulled away, and looked into each other's eyes.

They hadn't checked whether Benjamin liked Van Pelt yet, and immediate nerves were coursing through their bodies.

They almost ran into the nursery, bowing over the basinet little Benjamin was laying in, and he was staring at them, his eyes wide. Rigsby reached out to pick up the boy, and handed him over to Van Pelt.

Benjamin seemed to be inspecting Van Pelt, taking a strand of her red hair in his tiny hands, before he brushed her cheek and smiled. He then wrapped his arms around Van Pelt's neck.

"He likes you," Rigsby said. Van Pelt walked to Rigsby and placed a kiss on his cheek. Rigsby reached into his pocket, and took out a silver ring. Van Pelt gasped, and immediately shook her head.

Rigsby didn't listen to her, and gave it to Benjamin, who just stared at it.

"Will you give this to Grace, Ben?" Rigsby asked, and the boy looked at his father, before holding the ring under Van Pelt's nose. The woman just looked at Rigsby, and nodded.

"We're a family," she whispered, and Rigsby smiled.

They were a family.

Seven months later

"Oh god, Jane! Come here!" Lisbon exclaimed from her office. Four heads turned towards her, all of them worried – but Cho maybe less than the rest. Lisbon shook her head, a bit exaggeratingly, just to indicate nothing was wrong with her, and Jane left the bullpen and skipped to Lisbon. He poked his head around the corner, and smiled at her.

"Yes, my apple blossom?"

"Cut it with the nicknames, and explain to me what the hell this is," Lisbon said, throwing something on her desk, and Jane winched slightly.

"Oh, that... Have I told you lately how beautiful you are when you're pregnant-"

"Jane."

"It's nothing, Teresa. It can be fixed, I promise."

Lisbon sighed, and leant back in her chair.

Jane had stopped calling her Lisbon once they were wed. In private life, outside work, she was Teresa Jane, at work, she was still Lisbon. That just avoided any awkward situations. 'Hello, Mr. Koony. I'm Agent Teresa Jane, this is my consultant, Patrick Jane.' She shivered. That was almost the same as getting a big sign on her forehead saying 'Property of Patrick Jane'. And the fact that she was five months pregnant of his child was already enough indication for that.

"I guess I have to believe you for your word then. Just make sure to apologize. I don't want to lose my job because of you."

Jane nodded, making a salute movement to her, before adding, "aye Sir!"

Lisbon rolled her eyes. When they fell into a silence, Jane moved over to her and placed a small kiss on the top of her head.

"How are you feeling?" Jane asked, squatting down next to her and placing his hand on her swollen belly, brushing it through the thin fabric of Lisbon's blouse.

"Tired. Drained, actually. Guess it wasn't a good idea to stay up late."

Jane smiled. "I already told you that, Teresa. It's not good to skip sleeping hours. It's not only about you anymore now."

Lisbon sighed. "I know."

"I don't want our kid to be as sleep deprived as you are."
"Yeah, like I am the insomniac in our relationship."
Jane smiled. "Touché. But I'm sleeping again now. It must have something to do with my wife demanding quality time at three in the morning."
Lisbon rolled her eyes.

Jane suddenly jumped up, startling Lisbon, and he turned her chair around and lifted her up, her belly immediately pressing against his stomach.

"I've got an idea. You go sleep for an hour or so and I'll finish your paperwork. Sounds good?"

Lisbon immediately shook her head. "I can't let you do my paperwork, you're not an age-"

"Hey, I'm married to one. I think I can qualify as a cop-knower now."

Lisbon sighed, and for a second, Jane thought she was going to stump her foot and put on a pout to get what she wanted, before she rolled her eyes and walked over to her couch.

"You won't regret it, Teresa," Jane said, and helped her to the couch.

"I'm pregnant, not incompetent," Lisbon protested, and Jane just rolled his eyes.

"Let me take care of you for once."
"I let you do that quite a lot. And it surprises me every damn time," Lisbon said, laying down on the couch, and rolled her eyes once more when Jane covered her with the blanket that was placed on the seat.

Jane placed a quick kiss on her lips, before he ran over to Lisbon's desk and sat down.

"Just try not to break anything, okay? I have to pay for things if they're destroyed," Lisbon said, and Jane nodded.
"Sure thing. Now sleep," he ordered, and Lisbon smiled, closing her eyes and she almost immediately drifted off to sleep.

"Love you, Teresa," Jane whispered, and Lisbon's smile only widened.

LaRoche was going to check her paperwork anyways, since Lisbon's judgment had changed a bit due to pregnancy hormones, so Jane was sure it wasn't that much of a deal if he drew a few (pink and blue - that quite fit since he and Lisbon still had no idea whether to expect a boy or a girl, and honestly, they didn't want to find out yet - not red) smiley faces, hearts and flowers, accompanying on the white paper:

LaRoche, Rigsby and Van Pelt are planning their wedding for next April. Teresa will let them have their way, you do too?

Also: quit ogling my wife's breasts. Just because they grew two cups due to her pregnancy does not mean that everybody should stare at them. Don't think I didn't notice.

Oh, and don't get drunk. It's dangerous, especially for you. You might end up happy in the end.

A/N: I was definitely tempted to write something along the lines of 'And Jane never got drunk again', but that sounded a bit too corny for my liking. This actually looked like the great ending!

Oh, and I'm sorry if you're angry now because I once again turned it into a 'oh yay we love each other let's have kids now' fic, but I felt I just had to do an epilogue, just for my sake. I couldn't close this story properly without doing that.

Well, anyways: Wow, so, I hadn't figured that this story would be so... short, but I just couldn't stretch it anymore. I could've included something with Red John kidnapping Lisbon and causing both Jane and Lisbon to suffer from a mental breakdown or something, but I didn't feel like doing that. It would get a bit too Angsty, and I'm actually quite happy now, so I couldn't write dark scenes :D.

So! This was it! It's been a pleasure to write this story, it was so great to write about oblivious Jane and Lisbon for once! And I'm also quite content with what I actually wrote about Rigspelt. I'm a Rigspelt shipper as well, but they are kinda off-limits for me, I dunno why. I think I like Jisbon more :D. And I definitely hope something like this happens to Rigsby and Van Pelt, now that Sarah is gone and Ben needs a mother and all... Yeah, fingers crossed!

Unless people have ideas for, I dunno, a sequel or something, this story is over! 'A night with the boys' is, much to my own dismay as well, OUT! Thanks for reading, guys!