READ! I can't help but believe that Patrick Jane would do this if given the chance.

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Tell me, have you figured out Patrick's plan?

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"Cho," Rigsby said nodding his head slightly, "See you Monday. If we don't get called in."

Nodding my head slightly in return I looked down at the paperwork from the day hoping that I might be able to focus long enough to finish these last few files and go home.

Of course there was one thing that was standing between me and going home soon. Or at least there was one person standing in my way. The faux-psychic himself, Patrick Jane.

Patrick Jane with his curly golden hair that was always perfect. His tanned skin that was so nice and soft. His amazing pink lips that were so warm when they pressed against mine.

Was his plan? This whole time Patrick wanted me to figure out what type of man I was attracted to. He had me meet someone childish, someone strong, and now someone smart. All the things that made up the man that was Patrick Jane.

It would also explain why he kissed me. He wanted to see if he should go through with his plan. All of this was because he wanted me to realize I wanted him. And I did want him.

Looking up from my paper work I found myself staring at Patrick's empty couch. He had been gone for almost ten minutes now and I had no idea when he was going to come back

"Cho?" Grace said concern in her voice.

"I have to go," I said walking away from her.

I got to the elevator just as the doors opened. Just inside the doors were Lisbon and Patrick looking like they were arguing about something. At least that's what she looked like. Patrick, as always, had a grin on his face.

"Hey, Cho," Patrick said happily, "Ready to go?"

Once again I nodded my head and walked into the elevator as Lisbon walked out. Part of me was glad that she left, but I knew that I had to wait at least awhile longer before I could say anything to Patrick.

When we got outside I made my way to Patrick's car and climbed into the drivers' seat before he was able to. He looked at me with a confused smile, but handed me the keys once he had climbed in.

As I drove I wondered if I knew what I was doing. This was Patrick Jane. A colleague, a friend, someone I was going to have to work with everyday. Somehow that didn't matter.

Pulling onto the abandoned road I cut the engine off and turned to the blonde. His head was cocked to the side in slight amusement, but I could see that he was nervous about what I was doing.

I waited a moment before leaning over and pressing my lips to his. It was so hesitant that I was about to pull back and drive myself home, but I could feel his lips moving against mine slowly.

Patrick placed one hand on the back of my head while the other rested on my lower back causing to kiss to deepen. Groaning softly I pressed myself against him as much as I could before breaking the kiss.

"You figured it out," Patrick said smiling.

"I did," I said softly.

"Took you less time then I thought it would. I had another five bars lined up."

Looking into Patrick's amazingly blue eyes I slowly ran a hand through his hair. Patrick was my type. He was exactly what I wanted. And I was what…Who he wanted too.

Once again I was confused by that. When had Patrick gone from thinking of me as a colleague to liking me? And how was he so sure that I was going to like him back? Maybe he really was a psychic.

"So, Kimball," Patrick said kissing the inside of my wrist, "Want to grab something to eat? I know a nice place that serves good Italian food. It could be our first date."

Even as Patrick talked I wondered if I was making the right decision. I knew what kind of person this man was. I knew what he was capable of doing and what he was going to do for his family.

Where was I going to fit into in this whole situation? What would happen when he finally found Red John? Was he still going to kill the man and go to jail or would he forget that because of me?

No, Patrick was never going to give up on kill Red John. Nothing I did or said was going to change that. And part of me didn't want him to give it up the search for the man.

Feeling Patrick take my hand into his I was brought into a sweet kiss. My eyes slipped shut as I let the faux-psychic take control and wash away all the thoughts I had been thinking.

"Kimball," Patrick whispered against my lips, "Go out with me."

Before I was able to say anything his lips were pressed against mine again. Groaning softly I let myself be pushed against the drivers' seat while Patrick leaned over me all while never breaking the kiss.

Patrick broke the kiss a moment later to give me a wide grin. How the man in front of me could look so angelic in this moment was beyond me, but I still felt myself smile slightly.

Placing another innocent kiss to my lips Patrick pulled back fully and grinned. He had the same look on his face that he got after he solved a case. I loved how that smile warmed me.

"So what do you say, Cho?" Patrick asked staring at me, "Italian?"

"Italian," I said starting the car.