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A/N: Call this a way to fill the void now that Lavinia is finished. Or maybe this is me missing Jackass Jane from TBM? LOL This little fic is dedicated to my good friend Eva who asked me to write a fic like this and I wasn't sure, then one day while driving from the grocery store out of nowhere this idea popped into my head I was sunk. It's an interesting idea that I hope you guys stick around for.

Note: Yes each chapter will have a different song. The title of the fic comes from the song "Poison and Wine" by The Civil Wars which fits this whole fic of both Jane and Lisbon trying to deny the love and anger they feel for the other. But this chapter is from the song "Belong" By Cary Brothers, read the lyrics and you'll see how it fits in.

Note 2: Yes I will update TBM soon, but I needed fill the void in my heart that Lavinia left me with

Poison and Wine

Chapter 1: Wake Up Lonely With You By My Side

Wake up lonely with you by my side

One more night it doesn't feel

There are movies playing in your eyes

You dream of our fortunes

But you're wrong

I don't belong to you

The moon is the only friend I have outside

One more drink and I'll be healed

I told you the words and then knew it was a lie

I wish I could offer an appeal

You're wrong

I don't belong

You're wrong

I don't belong to you

What I'd give for that first night when you were mine

Tried with all that I have to keep you alive

I wasn't taught this way

With a thousand things to say

I was born with a broken heart

What I'd give for that first night when you were mine

Thought you were mine

So I'll put this cigarette to bed

Pull some sheets from off your side

I put my arm around you safe in the night

Still dreaming of fortune

But you're wrong

I don't belong

You're wrong

I don't belong

I don't belong

Belong~ Cary Brothers

Jane spent thirty seconds trying to recall exactly how he got to this situation but it was all hazy surreal blur. He could go back to the past few day or even reach back the last decade of plans, failed attempts, lists and traps. Really everything led to this moment where he was where he wanted to be and nowhere near what he wanted to happen.

He was staring face to face with Red John.

But Red John was holding on to Lisbon, the knife in his hand a mere millimeter from her throat.

"You see, Patrick? There was never a way for you to win, not really." He laughed at him, "What will you have when this is all over? Not her…not anyone. I'm the only person you've truly had for ten years, you can't let that go."

Jane knew that wasn't true. There was only one person that Jane truly couldn't live without and it wasn't Red John.

But he did have a knife at her throat.

Lisbon was staring at him, not looking so much afraid as resigned. Her eyes never left his, she didn't move, hardly breathed but she kept looking at him with…hope. He wanted to find a way to do this, to do what he wanted.

But he couldn't look away.

Then the gunshots sounded and Red John fell. But all Jane could stare at was the knife as it cut into her throat…

Jane woke up with a jolt but felt immediate relief at the reminder that this was a dream. Well a dream of a memory but that memory was long gone, five years ago and he already knew how that ended.

"Still chasing him in your nightmares I see."

He rolled over to see Lisbon lying beside him, her green eyes sparkling with amusement and her alabaster skin fresh from the morning sun. The only flaw now was the small white scar on her throat, right by her pulse. Too close for comfort but not close enough to destroy him.

But he didn't smile at her. "He was right about one thing, I'll never be free of him."

"Because you've let him keep you captive."

He nodded to his heads to his hands and feet. "I don't see any chains."

She smiled and shook his head. "Those chains are up here," she tapped the side of his head for emphasis.

Jane sighed heavily; he knew that she was right. He'd known it for a very long time, even before Red John's death. He'd known that he'd gone too deep, done too much, had never considered what to do with his life when that was over. He'd known and done it anyways…and resigned himself to this fate.

"The stupidest thing I ever did was go on," Jane told her.

Lisbon's grin fell but no there was a sad smile on her face. "That's not the stupidest thing you ever did. Do you know what it is?"

Jane rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Mouthing off on TV to get my family killed."

"No, that was the worst thing that happened to you, but it was from arrogance, not stupidity. Guess again."

Jane grinned, deciding to have a little fun. "Thinking that it wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't shut the elephant pen tightly when I was fifteen."

"No, but you'll have to tell me that story later."

Lisbon leaned up closer so she was right up against him, but Jane still couldn't see her, his eyes were focused on the ceiling. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

She smiled again, that same sad smile. "The stupidest thing you've ever done," She leaned in to whisper it in his ear. "Was leaving me."

Jane closed his eyes at the pain her words conjured up and then rolled over again to look at her side of the bed.

It was empty.

It always had been.

Lisbon wasn't here; she was thousands of miles away in Sacramento where he'd left her five years before. This Lisbon was the one he imagined but she wasn't real. He could imagine her voice, her touch, even her kiss but all of it was fake, built from memories he'd turned his back on.

Jane heaved a sigh and rolled off of the bed, his bare feet hitting the course wood of the floor. It was a dreary morning in Camden, Maine. It almost always was.

When he was dressing in the bathroom she came to him again.

"You know, it's a shame that I'm not real. The real me would love to see you in jeans and flannel," she told him with a quirk of her eyebrows, "But she'd be making Brawny Man jokes."

"Then I suppose it's good you aren't here."

"It's never good that I'm not here. It's really bad because you are talking to yourself, you do remember the definition of 'crazy' right?"

Jane rolled his eyes. "I do believe they went over that definition when I was at the mental hospital."

"Maybe it's time for a reunion."

He put the toothbrush down. "With who? You?"

She shrugged. "I was actually referring to the hospital but yeah, having a reunion with me wouldn't be a bad idea either."

Jane turned back to the sink, cleaning the remains of the toothpaste with a damp rag. "I left for a reason."

"Yes you did…what was it again? It's getting so hard to recall it."

He threw the rag into the hamper. "If you don't remember it's not my problem."

"Actually it is, since I'm your subconscious that means you can't remember it," she told him with a gamine grin, "so what is it, Jane?"

He didn't reply, just threw open the bathroom door and left that ghost behind him.

Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs and bacon, nothing unusual there. He watched the waves lapping up on the rather rocky beach, eyes following the seagulls as they dove for food whether it was shellfish or garbage. It was the peaceful quiet morning he was used to, the same one he'd had for the past year since he'd purchased this piece of beach.

Jane thought about staying around and walking along the beach or just reading or finding something else to pass his time. But he felt the urge to see some people. Perhaps it was just that kind of morning or maybe it was the lengthy conversation with the fake Lisbon in his head.

The town of Camden was a small rustic salt of the earth seaside town. The kind of place where a lot of ships came in, crabbing and lobster mostly. They'd accepted him as they would any outsider, perhaps less so because he'd never tried to fit in…then again he hadn't disrupted anything either.

The convenience store doubled as a small sandwich shop if you desperately wanted a bad tuna salad sandwich but the glass-bottled cokes were worth the price. There were always at least two old fishermen sitting up in the stools, never ordering but always eager to debate whatever the argument of the day was. The small TV was always on but never more than glanced at by the teenager behind the counter. Said teenager gave Jane a nod as he walked in but turned back to his video game magazine.

Jane barely noticed. He decided now was a good time to stock up on some necessities like bread, floss and a six-pack of beer for when he felt nostalgic like today. He moved down the aisle and caught the tail end of the debate between the two old men.

"Now you see, I was in the northeastern up near Nova Scotia in '76 and I'll swear on my life that I saw that ship."

"Your life isn't worth an empty crab pot, Gus."

That made Jane smile a little. He finished grabbing a few more things before before bringing his purchases up to the front. The teenager put down his magazine long enough to glance at the items. "Is that all?"

"Yes," Jane told him, pulling out some cash. He was thumbing through his wallet when he caught sight of the television. It was on CNN and the slightly overweight reporter was talking straight into the camera. The volume was on low but the old timers stopped their conversation just long enough for Jane to hear.

"Thomas Volker was released yesterday, pending his new trial."

He stopped and gaped at the screen, straining to hear over the old men's argument. "Turn it up," Jane told the teenager.

"What?"

"The television," Jane said sharply, "Turn it up now."

The teenager gave him a weird look but dutifully grabbed the little remote and turned the volume up so Jane could hear.

"…Judge Marcowitz ruled that extenuating factors involving the initial investigation in Volker's first trial tainted the evidence. He has ordered a new trial to take place and Volker was released on a $500,000 bail. The original investigation was conducted by Agent Teresa Lisbon of the CBI who was interviewed outside of the courthouse just after the judge's decision."

And then there she was, lighting up the tiny, dusty and poorly wired television set of a nondescript New England town.

She looked beautiful, exactly as she did before, perhaps with a few more wrinkles near her eyes and slightly tired eyes. For a moment he wished he'd been there to see what caused those wrinkles…wondering if he might have helped smooth them away…or cause a few more.

"The evidence in the case is still solid," Lisbon declared, "I am confident that in a new trial, Thomas Volker will be convicted once more."

"What about the allegations that you have a personal vendetta?" One shrill reporter asked.

She looked flustered for a bit but recovered admirably. "I am an officer of the law, I do not let my personal life interfere with a case. Excuse me." She said now pushing through the reporters and refusing to take any more questions.

Then she was gone and Jane was back to staring at he overweight reporter again. "Agent Lisbon and her team are well known for taking down the notorious serial killer, Red John. They were also responsible for the original investigation into Thomas Volker and we're told, are continuing the investigation to this day. Coming up! Congressional vote on the new Think Green Amendment, find out what it holds in store for you next."

The newsreel faded to a diaper commercial and Jane felt that loss. He stared at the television for a minute longer than necessary before looking back at the teenager. "You all right, sir?" the kid asked, staring at him as if he wasn't quite right in the head.

Jane nodded his head and lied through his teeth. "Fine," he threw down some cash and gathered his lone plastic bag before hurrying out to diner down the street. Mindy owned the place and she had a phone she'd let him use if he charmed her enough. For a second he actually thought he would do it. Call the airport, arrange a flight and go back to Sacramento.

But he'd left, he'd severed his ties and that included her.

Jane stopped in his tracks and stared at the building that could hold the key to him facing his demons once more.

Then he turned around.

"What are you doing?" Lisbon asked him, trotting up beside him.

"Going home."

"Home is 3,000 miles from here.

"No," Jane corrected her; "Home is half a mile that way where I don't have to think about Volker or the CBI or you."

"Except all you do is think about me…and the CBI…and even Volker once in a while."

"Will you stop?" Jane asked, stopping on the dirt path leading to the beach. "I don't want to talk to you or think about you or anything. I left you. I left you."

The specter stood there, so crystal clear her hair blew in the salty sea wind. "Yes you did," she told him softly, "you left and you've hated yourself every day since. I was right wasn't I, there was a reason for you to stay."

Jane stared at her for a long moment before turning away again. "It wasn't enough."

He walked away from her again.

Even Jane's infamous mind failed him in the two days following Red John's death. He barely remembered anything about those days; vague flashes of pain came and went but nothing concrete. He just knew it didn't feel like he thought. There wasn't any peace, no feeling of accomplishment, it anything he felt unfinished. For the first time in his life he honestly had no idea what to do.

He just knew he couldn't stay.

But ten minutes after he returned to his hotel room there was a knock. He checked through the peephole and saw Lisbon standing there. Either she had impeccable timing or she'd been waiting for him. No doubt it was the latter.

Jane took a moment to think, to breathe…before finally opening the door.

She didn't smile when she saw him but gave him a tentative. "Hey."

He just nodded, reaching up to feel the bandage at her throat. "Is it sore?"

Lisbon nodded back. "A little, but it's far better than the alternative." She looked over his shoulder and gave him a soft look. "Can I come in?"

He stepped aside and she walked into the room. She noticed the suitcase and was quick to figure out what it meant. "You're leaving?"

"Yes," Jane stated.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Now she was looking very upset. "Jane…no, you can't just leave!"

He sighed, shaking his head a little. "It's over, Lisbon, there's nothing else for me to do here."

"So that's it?" Lisbon asked, "You didn't get to kill him so you're going to runaway and pout?"

"This isn't about that," Jane replied, "He's dead, it doesn't really matter who did it anymore. That's over, no amount of regret will change it."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't have any reason to stay," Jane told her. "There is nothing keeping me here. I worked with you to find Red John, that's over now. What else is there?"

She stared at him for a minute, gaping at him really. "A lot of stuff, Jane!" But he waved that statement off dismissively. She folded her arms over her chest. "So you must have a plan then."

He shrugged. "No."

"No?"

"I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing, I just can't stay."

"This doesn't make sense, Jane!"

"I don't know what to tell you," Jane replied, moving around her to stand by the small breakfast area. "I don't know what I'm living for…why I'm even still here?"

"There are a lot of things," she told him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "What about our job? What about the team? What about…me?"

He stared at her for a long while and then slowly shook his head. "I don't know how to live for you." Then he looked away.

But Lisbon remained rooted to her spot, her eyes fixed on him with a look of determination. Then she stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to look at her, wondering what she was doing. Then she framed his face with her hands, her fingertips wrapping around the nape of his neck. For a second all they did was look at each other, then she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his.

The first brush of her lips was gentle and seeking. He just stood there, letting her pure clean taste wash over him. It was something he'd imagined for years…but never allowed himself to have. And here she was, freely offering what he'd secretly wanted.

He should push her away, should stop all of this now. He should leave like he planned and let Lisbon move on with her life.

But this felt too good. It was the first true feeling of pleasure he'd had in over a decade.

He leaned in to deepen the kiss, his hands finding her shoulders than moving around her back to press her closer. She smiled against his mouth, encouraging him to taste the warm smooth skin of her throat. "You have me," she whispered.

Jane didn't reply but did push her over to the bed. She pulled him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her nimble fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"You have me," she repeated before pulling him down closer to kiss him again.

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Lisbon found him in her office the next morning. She'd left before the sun had risen in order to change her clothes but now here he was in the place she desperately wanted him to be. She smiled as soon as she saw him. "You're still here."

Jane still didn't know why. Yes the previous night had been amazing, the closest he'd ever come to happiness in years.

"I'm still going to leave."

She gave him a smirk. "You haven't yet."

"But I will."

"But you haven't," she repeated, sashaying over to her desk with an enticing bounce.

"I will."

"We'll see about that."

Jane leaned against one of the jousts on the small dock, one sad little dingy was tied to the end and a couple of old crab lures dangled from the sides. He just stared at the rolling sea but wasn't seeing it; his mind was trapped in five years ago when he'd had a taste of paradise before walking away from it.

He'd set the chess piece on the top of the salt-weathered joist, the pad of his thumb running over the edges of the crown. This little piece had traveled with him across the world, resting in his pocket in London, clutched in his hands when he was in Monte Carlo. He'd told himself countless times to get rid of it, to throw it in the ocean, just toss it away.

He never had.

"I don't think I'll ever understand how you could walk away from that."

Now she was leaning but against the joust next to him, her arms crossed and her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jane just shrugged. "I just did."

She gave him a very unladylike snort. "As if it was just that simple. You had me, I was in love with you and offering everything you could possibly want…and you still left."

"It was the best thing for you."

"No it wasn't, quit lying to yourself, it's pathetic."

He glared at her. "You deserved a lot more than a broken man."

"Maybe if you'd stayed you would have picked up the pieces."

"Or I could have broken you too."

Now she gave him a serious look. "And you think leaving stopped that? You're even more idiotic then I thought if you believe that I didn't fall completely apart. Remember when you disappeared for six months? Grace told you that I completely withdrew from everyone, that she saw me crying in the stairwell. And you think that a permanent separation would be better?"

He was looking at her; no he was staring at the chess piece. The one he'd filched from her office weeks before he left after that final surprising match between them. He knew that the imaginary Lisbon was right; undoubtedly she'd been completely devastated after walking away. He could still remember the tears in her eyes as he'd turned to leave her forever.

"It's been five years," Jane reminded her, "You're a strong woman. By now you've undoubtedly picked up the pieces. You don't need me anymore."

"I'll always need you."

Jane snatched up the chess piece and turned away from her now. He didn't want to hear about this. Not now, not when he was still trying to cling to this peaceful bit of nothing of a life he had. The house was up above the dunes and Jane walked up past the rocky section to finally reach the steps. He'd opened the back screen door that led from his little wooden porch, bleached by the salt and sun. It was quiet inside, like it always was. He made his way past the small living room and into the tiny kitchen; linoleum and slightly outdated appliances but he hadn't wanted much. Sometimes he dreamed about warmer sunshine and a different life, a different home. He hadn't had many of those thoughts over the past five years but this past year they were getting far more frequent and now tinged with regret.

Not enough to make him change his mind…not yet at least.

But why not? Why was he sticking around in a place he didn't want to be, all alone when he craved the company of a lovely brunette woman with soft yielding green eyes?

He'd left though. He'd left her with tears in her eyes and a breaking heart, turning his back on everything she freely offered. He'd turned it down once…why did think that he might want it now?

The thoughts were troubling but he was interrupted by a slight creak from the front. It was an old house, there were creaks but Jane knew the difference between a settling home and someone lightly treading on the old wooden floor. He turned around in time to see his intruder, but it took a moment for his heart to leap back into his chest.

"Cho…what the hell are you doing here?"

The CBI agent just gave him a blank stare and walked further into the kitchen. "I came to see you."

Jane let out a sigh of relief and turned off the stove. "I'm honestly impressed, I don't know how you found me."

"I've been following you."

"Of course you have," Jane stated, "You wanted to keep an eye on me."

Cho gave a small tilt of his head to acknowledge it. "It's been easy this past year."

"I suppose it would be." He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arm. "What brought you to fly all the way to Maine to talk to me after five years."

His eyes narrowed. "You need to come back."

"And why is that?"

"It's serious, Jane. I wouldn't be coming here if it wasn't."

"I know that," Jane replied, "But that still doesn't answer my question."

Cho gave him a hard look. "Volker was released from prison."

Jane just nodded his head. "I know."

"You do?"

"I saw a news report," Jane replied.

"He got a judge to grant him a new trial, he was released until the new trial starts…which won't be for at least a year."

Jane frowned, standing up straight as he recognized how serious this really was. "I don't have to ask how Lisbon took it."

"That's why I'm here," Cho replied. "Volker is going after her."

"He would be risking his freedom," Jane pointed out, "he should have just headed for the border."

"Doesn't matter. He wants revenge."

"Of course he does, he wouldn't let this go," he agreed, "I'm just saying that he isn't thinking this through."

"And that matters?"

"Of course, it makes him more dangerous."

Cho nodded his head. "Now you see why you need to come back."

"Actually I don't," Jane said calmly, "This doesn't really concern me."

"You are the one who caught Volker before."

"Lisbon had a hand in it."

"Lisbon was in over her head then and she's in over her head now."

Jane shook his head. "She's more aware of Volker, and his anger with her is public knowledge. He can't try anything without people immediately suspecting him."

"That won't stop him."

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "You're right, he's too blinded by pride and revenge."

"You have to put him away again."

Jane scoffed. "You say that like it is so simple."

"She has to be protected."

"I won't be of much use there."

"No, but you can get this bastard back behind bars. You're the only one who knows how he really thinks." He must not have looked sure because Cho took a step closer to him. "And you know that she's not the only one in danger."

Jane looked up at him, his mouth slightly open as a rush of guilt flooded him. Yes he knew what Cho was talking about; it was something he'd found impossible to forget over the years though he'd certainly tried. Now he'd been reminded of it with what felt akin to a slap in the face. It hurt, it hurt because he knew he was to blame.

But it worked too. He knew he really did have an obligation to go back, if only to do this one thing for them.

Jane drew in a ragged breath and met Cho's eyes again. "Does Lisbon know about this?"

"If she did then you know I wouldn't have made it here alive."

That was the truth and Jane knew it.

He couldn't help but smile a little, he knew this was going to be a quite a show when Lisbon saw him again. It would be difficult to get out of it without being maimed. For a second he felt a familiar thrill, the rush of amusement that he hadn't felt in years.

Perhaps there was some hope for him after all.

"What time is our flight?"

Jane didn't know how he got there but somehow he found himself knocking on the door to Lisbon's apartment. She took a minute to answer, wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. She gave him a very soft look. "What are you doing here, Jane?"

How could he explain it? He knows he shouldn't be there, should leave, he should turn around walk away and never see her again.

But he wants that warmth she granted him like a craving; a hunger that he wasn't sure could be satisfied.

Jane didn't say anything just walks inside and pushed her against the wall. She gasped just before his lips find hers but she kissed him back immediately. She didn't ask any questions, didn't ponder why he is here and didn't push him away. Lisbon was giving as good as she got, tearing his jacket from his shoulders and attacking his vest.

Somehow they stumbled up her stairs and to her bedroom. Then it was a long time filled with her heavenly taste, the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips, the sound of her soft cries of pleasure and eventually the warm heat surrounding him.

It wasn't a gentle or tender session by any means. He was rough and demanding, this was hard fast lust that he needed. Maybe he wanted to hurt her, to make her afraid of him but it didn't work, he could never work himself into a frenzy that much, not with her.

But it felt good when he found his release, that warmth he'd been searching for.

For a long time he simply lay there, allowing himself to hold her but he didn't say anything. She didn't speak either but simply let her fingertips draw small circles on his chest. "You're going to stay," she told him firmly.

His jaw clenched at the reminder of his plans. He was going to leave…he just hadn't yet.

Jane finally sat up and got out of the bed, leaving her naked and alone in the tangle of sheets. He can feel her eyes on him as he gets dressed but neither of them said a word. He never looks at her, not even when he leaves.

Cho had planned ahead, reserving a flight for both of them later that very day. Jane hadn't gotten much of a chance to do anything more than pack a few things. The man stayed with him the whole time, probably to make sure that he didn't change his mind. But Jane wasn't going to do it, he thought about it but not seriously. Lisbon needed him in California.

Almost as soon as they got to their seats Cho bent his head and went to sleep. The man had been on a twelve-hour flight and was now about to start another, it was no small wonder he was exhausted. Jane knew that this wasn't for him though, it had probably taken a lot of effort to keep from beating the shit out of him the moment he saw him again. Cho was doing all of this for Lisbon, that was the kind of love and loyalty she inspired.

Which is why he was now on a flight back to Sacramento.

"You can say it."

Jane didn't turn his head, still staring out the window. His imaginary Lisbon was sitting beside him and giving him a smug smile. "Fine then, I'll say it. I told you so."

"You didn't win."

"I told you that you needed to go back. I told you that I needed you and here we are, on a flight back to California where you'll see me again."

"It's only temporary," Jane assured her, "I'm going to put Volker away again and then I'll leave."

"How many times did you tell me that you were going to leave before?" She asked him, "You said it almost every night for three months!"

"But I did leave."

"And you've hated yourself since."

"What else is new?" Jane replied calmly. He was used to hating himself for the terrible sins he'd made over the years. He could live with self-hatred if it meant protecting the ones he cared about.

Lisbon was quiet for a minute and Jane briefly wondered if he'd finally rid himself of the ghost for the time being. "What about the baby?"

He closed his eyes against the pain. It wasn't the first time Lisbon had brought up that particular subject and every time he felt that that rush of guilt like a tidal wave crashing down around him. "I don't care about the baby."

"I'm sure that's what I really think, after all you left."

"I didn't leave because of the baby."

"Do you really think that technicality matters to me?"

Jane didn't say anything he knew that she was right. Lisbon didn't care what his real reason for leaving was, she certainly didn't care that it had everything to do with who he was and what she truly deserved. All that mattered to her was that he'd known there was a child…and he'd still walked away.

What kind of man did that?

"Maybe you don't have a problem," she pointed out, "maybe I got rid of it."

He shook his head. "No, you didn't."

"How do you know?"

"Cho said so," he reminded her, "But you were going to keep it anyways, it's in your nature."

"Do you think we had a boy or a girl?" Lisbon wondered, her face scrunched up with a pensive expression.

"I don't think about it," Jane replied.

"Liar."

He gave her an annoyed look. "What did you call me?"

"You're a liar, I know you are lying," Lisbon replied smugly. "When you were standing on the bridge in London you wondered if the baby would look like you. In New York you imagined what it would be like to have a son. In Lima you kept thinking about a little girl with dark brown hair. You've imagined what our child looks like almost as often as you've imagined me!"

He was getting frustrated right now. "So I've thought about it? So what? It isn't going to make a difference. I won't see it anyways."

"You really think that is going to happen? You're going to be in the same city limits as the child you've obsessed over for five years and you really think you are going to have the willpower to stay away?"

"I've stayed away from you."

"Yes you did," Lisbon agreed, "Where are you going again?"

Jane groaned in frustration. "Why do I even talk to you?"

"Because you miss me," Lisbon reminded him, "but don't worry. In about ten hours you'll be able to talk to the real me. We'll just have to see if you conjure me up again after that."

He nodded numbly and stared out of the window again. It was true; in a few hours he would be seeing her again. He couldn't decide if he was excited or worried about that, he did know that his stomach was tied up in a knot so tight it actually hurt.

"You do know that when you see me you'll be lucky to escape with your head still attached to your body."

Jane smiled now. "I'm aware of that."

"Just checking."

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, he wasn't going to be able to go to sleep but he didn't try. Right now he wanted to imagine what it would be like to see Lisbon's face again.

That was what he looked forward to most.

A/N: Interesting no? There's a baby! But what happened? hehehe there's a twist coming up with the kid that I think you guys will like. In the next chapter you'll learn what Lisbon has been up to for the past 5 years and she finally sees Jane again. You don't want to miss her reaction

Review please, I already have chapter 2 finished so you can guarantee a quick updated.