A/N: I know, I KNOW. I should be finishing The Great Mr. Jane but you know what? I'm already trying to finish the next chapter as we're speaking, so. This story is just written for a bigger part and I just couldn't wait to show you anymore. I personally love the idea and I didn't think of it myself - one of the most awesome people on Tumblr, so.

But okay, I hope you enjoy the first looks of this story!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

'Once Upon a Child'

Chapter One

It was tense. Everybody that stepped into the bullpen of the SCU could feel the tension. The silent fight between Agent Teresa Lisbon and her consultant Patrick Jane. You really didn't need to ask for more information to know what was wrong though – it was a well known fact what was bothering both.

Van Pelt sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It was as though all of them were walking on egg shells, it was dangerous to make a comment about anything these days. Neither would go as far as to kill someone because of a misplaced comment, but you could still feel their eyes boring into your back if you did..

Especially Teresa Lisbon's. Because she might have pretended as though she was invincible but she's really not. Everybody knew she was heartbroken, even though she claimed she didn't feel like that, and even if she was, 'she had no right to feel like that because she and Jane would never play house'.

Van Pelt huffed, then frowned and blushed as she realized that she had done that out loud and not just in her mind.

It was true, though. If Lisbon would say that one more time, Van Pelt would huff and huff until she realized that she had all right to because she was in love with him.

But Van Pelt supposed a miracle had to happen before these two realized that fatal piece of information.

"What's the huffing and puffing for, Grace?" Jane asked. She shook her head and smoothed down her hair again.

"Nothing. Just... no, it's nothing. Forget it."

She didn't hear him anymore after that.

After looking at a blank screen for half an hour, she was done with being bored. They had a case but nothing seemed to work and they couldn't find anything and these moments were always the hardest. Just when she was about to get up and make a short walk through the building, Lisbon stormed into the bullpen.

Van Pelt wasn't surprised when she heard two relieved sighs – Rigsby and Cho.

"I think we got a breakthrough," Lisbon said, but the team already was on their way to pack their stuff.

Lisbon frowned a bit, but didn't question her team. She knew that they knew that wasting time explaining things in the bullpen could lead in the breakthrough disappearing.

"Where?" Cho asked. Lisbon gave him the directions, and Van Pelt remembered that building as being a warehouse.

Lisbon took Jane with her, while the rest went with Cho.

Van Pelt realized that the stubborn teens-in-love's drive was going to be majorly awkward, while the team had all the space to discuss them. Not that they did, they were silent as well but the possibility was there.

They arrived at the building without having said anything significant and joined with Jane and Lisbon. She gave more instructions and while all four of them went inside, Jane leant against Lisbon's car to wait for them to come back.

After clearing the warehouse, they found no one was there and Lisbon cursed under her breath.
"Okay, back to the office," she ordered, and the three nodded.

That was when her attention was drawn to a seemingly moving box at the other end of the hall.

"Boss," she said and Lisbon turned around.
"Yes?"

"That... box is moving."
Lisbon frowned, probably doubting Van Pelt's sanity but then moved to where she was pointing, her gun drawn again.

She pushed the box away and they were met by a young boy.

Van Pelt immediately noticed that he looked... familiar, she couldn't exactly explain it. He was knelt on the floor. His hair was dark brown, curled but not excessively so, gentle curls she supposed. He looked to be around seven or eight years old, a dark blue backpack on his knees.

His eyes were wide when he saw Lisbon and Van Pelt. Almost as if he recognized them.

Neither of them said anything. The boy reached into his backpack and took out what seemed like a picture. Nobody looked at it though.

"Who are you?" Lisbon asked, gently. The boy shook his head.

"Where are you from?"

"The future."

What? Now Lisbon and Van Pelt were really confused, if they weren't already. Lisbon kept her cool.
"Where's your mommy, little man?" Lisbon asked. The boy frowned faintly and then raised his hand to point at Lisbon. Both women looked at each other.

"Uh..." Van Pelt managed to murmur.

"Boss?"

They were frozen to the floor for a few more seconds, before turning to the person that asked for Lisbon's attention.

It was Rigsby.

"Who is this?"

Lisbon's mouth opened but no words came – Van Pelt had a similar expression.

"I... I don't know..." Lisbon stammered.

Rigsby motioned for the boy to follow him, not knowing what the problem was yet. When they walked away, Van Pelt and Lisbon's eyes crossed.

"That's weird," Van Pelt breathed. Lisbon nodded.

"I... I'm not his mother. I don't know why he thinks that but it can't be. I would know that, wouldn't I?"

Van Pelt nodded. "And let's not forget that he said he's from the future."

Lisbon shook her head to clear her thoughts, and then seemed to notice the photo that was still in her hands.

She raised it quickly and observed it. Then shook her head again.

"What is it?" Van Pelt asked. She wished she hadn't asked.

It was a picture of Jane and Lisbon, staring into each other's eyes. It was visible they had aged, they didn't look as young as they did now – now that Van Pelt thought about it, it could very well be true that they were seven years older. And between them... a boy. That boy.

Van Pelt gasped.

"Do you... mean that he was right? Is he really from the future?"

Lisbon shrugged and stormed to the exit of the warehouse. Van Pelt ran after her and they found the boy outside, looking at Jane with the same expression as he had had when he was looking at Lisbon.

Jane and Lisbon's eyes crossed.

"Where are your parents?" Rigsby asked, still not knowing what was happening.

The boy grabbed Lisbon's hand and pulled her with him to Jane, jumping into him and Jane only barely managed to catch him.

"They're here!" he exclaimed, and wrapped his arms around Jane's neck.

For the first time in all the years that Jane had been working with the team, he was confused.

A/N: I'm planning on making this story majorly fluffy. For what I've written so far, I think more than 80% is fluff. So you can try to adapt to that, I suppose. There will be Angst, but let me guarantee you, it won't be much. But hey, Jisbon isn't the only feature in the show, so if you think of the other important thing that's in the show now, then you will know what I will also focus on. After all, it can't all be hearts and flowers, but okay.

Let me know if you like it so far, in the form of reviews, follows or favorites, it's all very much appreciated!