Authors Note: This is the last part. Thank you to every one who read and reviewed. And a huge thanks to Ebony10 who betaed for me. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't have an original thought in my head, if I did, I'd be making big bucks as a writer, but I'm not, I just write this for fun.

The case they were working on took them to a small town in the mountains. They were called in because the body was found in the nearby state park. It was a young man who, it turned out, was killed by his girlfriend's mother. Apparently she had wanted to protect her daughter from him—she thought he was a bad influence. The mother confessed easily. Jane hadn't even needed to do any of his customary tricks. It had taken them a few days to finish the case and by the time they had wrapped up, it was Friday.

They were getting ready to leave when Lisbon noticed a sign for a local antique fair that started on Saturday, tomorrow. She enjoyed looking at antique fairs and, although she rarely bought anything, it was always interesting to see what people thought was valuable and how much they were asking for it.

She checked at the hotel they had been staying at and found that although Monday was a holiday and the antique fair was a big deal for the small town, the room she was in was available for the weekend.

The next thing Lisbon did was let Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt know that she was going to be staying. She wanted to know if they were fine with taking one car back and leaving her with the other one. The only person she didn't tell was Jane.

No reason to tell him. He'll figure it out on his own. Maybe he'll decide to stay or maybe he'll leave. I'll let him decide what to do. I really wish he would stay; spending time with him away from work always makes me happy. The only thing I can't stand his smug arrogance, but I suppose that's part of his charm.

Lisbon decided to go for a short walk around the town before heading back to her hotel room. They were never able to really explore these towns during cases. They always stuck to the same process: focus on going in, solving the case, and getting back home. They never stopped to just relax. Of course most of the towns were the same, but still, sometimes it would be nice to just relax and take in the scenery.

In her tour of the town she noticed a small diner that looked like just the place for dinner. She planned on returning there in a few hours to eat. First, though, she was going to go back to her room and get some rest. There was some sort of local band concert tonight to kick off the antique fair and she wanted to go.

I'm not sure what type of band would be playing at the opening of an antique fair, but it should be interesting. I might as well go the whole nine yards now that I'm staying; enjoy the whole experience.

When she got back to her hotel room, she opened the door and took off her jacket, throwing it on the bed. She walked a little further into the room, deciding to take a shower instead of a nap, and started to take off her shirt as she headed to the bathroom.

"You should really be more observant of your surroundings, Lisbon," said a familiar voice from the sofa.

Lisbon screamed and spun around quickly. "JANE! What the hell do you think you're doing in my room? Why didn't you leave when the others did?"

"You act mad, but you're really glad that I'm here." He was ignoring her question, but he didn't care. He just looked at her and smiled.

"That is beyond the point. What did you do, pick the lock?" She was trying to look mad, but he just kept smiling at her and she was losing the battle.

"Come on, you're not really mad. Besides, we had a date scheduled."

"It's not a date" she denied. She could feel her cheeks starting to get hot. How is he always able to do that? It's not fair. I'm always caught off guard and he's always two steps ahead of me, making me feel like I'm incompetent or something. "Why are you in my room? Why aren't you in your room?"

"You didn't tell me you were staying. I had to find out from Cho after we had already checked out. There weren't any more rooms left when I came back. It looks like you got the last room in town." He smiled slightly at her, as if he hadn't really planned to have her walk in to the room and start undressing in front of him.

"Well you can't stay here-"

"Why not?" He cut her off, standing up. "You have a sofa. I spend most of my time at work sleeping on a sofa anyway, so I'm used to it." He moved closer. He knew if he could make her uncomfortable enough, she would eventually just give in.

She glared at him. Why can't I ever say no to him? This is really getting to be too much. "I suppose you could sleep on the sofa, but none of your mind games. I'm here to try to relax."

He moved a few steps closer, into her personal space. "Oh, of course not. I wouldn't dream of interrupting your personal time." He gave her that smile, not the 100 watt one, but the one he gives to women when he is trying to get them to spill information. "Now don't mind me, just pretend I'm not here. Go ahead—I believe you were in the process of changing?"

I can't believe him. "Um, I think I'll just do that in the bathroom thanks." She stated, picking up her change of clothes.

He lay back on the sofa and closed his eyes. "Whatever you want," he said with a smirk. She glared at him one more time and then, on impulse, grabbed her jacket off the bed and threw it at him, smirking as he floundered around. She walked into the bathroom, intending to ignore Jane and relax.

Jane lay on the sofa thinking. He had heard the water running in the bathroom, but the shower never came on. She must have decided to take a bath instead, he thought. It had been about 10 minutes and he figured that she was probably going to be in the bathroom for a while. She really didn't get the chance to relax very often. He almost hated to intrude on her solitude.

Why is it that I can't leave her alone? She had to have known that I wouldn't just leave with the rest of the team. Why hadn't she bothered to tell me herself that she had decided to stay? She had to know that I was going to stay. She's just so much fun to be around. She always makes me forget to be me; I can just relax around her. I like to make her blush. I'm the only person I've seen be able to do that. I've got to stop this thing I have for her. It's not good for her. She really deserves happiness. That's what I'm doing here, really, trying to help her out.

He was still trying to rationalize his behavior to himself when the bathroom door opened. She came out with a towel around her head in a cloud of steam, smelling of flowers. He loved that smell. "Did you have a nice bath?" he asked from the sofa, his eyes still closed.

"Yeah, it was very relaxing." She walked over to the bed and sat down for a minute.

He looked over at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking distracted. He was about to say something when she suddenly said "Do you want to go out to dinner with me?"

He was taken back—he hadn't expected that.

She took his hesitation to mean no so she continued, trying to explain. "I don't mean with me, just come to dinner at the same time as me. When I was out exploring the town earlier I saw a little diner that looked promising and there's a concert tonight that I was planning to go to. I just thought, if you're going to be here, you might as well have a little fun too, right?"

He chuckled at her rambling. "Of course I'll go to dinner with you."

"Ok, um, we should probably head out in the next few minutes. The concert starts in a few hours, and I don't know how long the wait will be at the dinner. There's a lot more people here tonight than there were earlier this week."

"That would be fine. You get ready. I'm just going to change my shirt."

She started back towards the bathroom to finish getting ready. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him stand up and pull his shirt off. It took all of her will power to not turn around and stare at him. God, he's gorgeous, she thought. Stop it, Teresa. He obviously doesn't feel anything for you. And he's way too observant to not be able to pick up on it. He's just trying to help out so that he doesn't feel guilty for not being able to return the affection that I feel for him.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. He likes my hair curled. Does that mean he actually likes me? Ok, now that's just reaching. I can think that Rigsby looks good in a suit without liking him that way. Still, knowing that he likes my hair curled makes me want to wear it that way more often.

In the end, she settled on just pulling her hair back into a pony tail. It would be easier than wearing her hair down, especially if the concert, which was being held inside of a small theater, were to get hot. She would appreciate having her hair pulled up off her neck.

"You don't wear your hair up very often." Was the first thing Jane said to her as she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later "Why is that?"

"If you must know, a pony tail is even more of a lazy hair-do than the curls." She brushed by him into the main part of the room, noticing that he had neatly folded the jacket she had thrown at him earlier and placed it on the dresser.

"You spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom to decide that you were going to be lazy and just put your hair up? What type of logic is that?"

"It's female logic, that's what it is," she snapped at him. "Are you ready to go?"

"I've been ready. I was just waiting for you." He gestured towards the door, indicating that she should leave the room first. "Are we going to walk, or should we take the car?"

"It's supposed to be a nice night. The diner and the theater are both close. Why don't we walk?" She said as she headed out the door.

"Whatever you say" was his reply as he looked up at the sky.

They had a fun time together that night. The diner had been busy, but not so packed that they weren't able to sit down right away. The food was surprisingly good. They had both ordered cheese burgers and fries. Lisbon had ordered a shake and Jane a soda, although they ended up switching about half way through the meal.

After words they walked slowly toward the theater, both seeming to enjoy each other's company. I can't believe I'm having such a good time with him, thought Lisbon. It's as if he's dropped whatever act he usually does and it's just him. It's kind of nice, really.

She really was enjoying just talking with him and not about work. They talked about everything and anything. Everything that is except work, Red John and Jane's past. When they got to the theater, they purchased tickets and went inside. The local band was surprisingly good. They played mostly covers, but Lisbon really enjoyed the few original songs that they performed. The concert didn't last as long as she had hoped it would. It wasn't even 11:00 when it was over.

"How'd you like to get some desert?" asked Jane as they were leaving.

"You read my mind. I'd love some." They were walking close together down the sidewalk.

"I noticed a little coffee shop near the hotel. How about we go there?"

"That sounds great." They walked in silence for a few minutes until they got to the coffee shop. It didn't close until midnight, so they went in a stood at the counter, looking at all of the sweets that were available. Lisbon settled on a piece of fresh strawberry pie and Jane decided on a brownie that was almost as big as his hand. They sat down at one of the small tables to eat.

"That brownie is huge. I hope you can eat it all." Lisbon commented.

"Speak for yourself. I think she put half of the pie on your plate." Jane laughed. He had been having a good time and wanted it to just keep going.

Lisbon just glanced at him and smiled before picking up her fork and taking a bite of her pie. She moaned sensually as the taste filtered through her senses. This pie is delicious was her thought. She didn't notice Jane's reaction.

He was sitting across from her, trying not to choke on the large piece of brownie that he had just put into his mouth. I can't stand it…I just don't know how she does that to me. I just want to…I don't know—I should be the one to make her do that. No, I can't do that. It wouldn't be right. Why not? She's a beautiful woman. That thought alone almost made him choke again. Since when have I though Lisbon was beautiful? He knew that he was going to have even more problems than usual falling asleep tonight now that he had this added thought to worry about.

They finished their dessert in silence. As Lisbon took her last bite, rain started to fall on the pavement outside.

"I thought you said it was supposed to be nice out tonight." Jane said with a note of amusement.

"Yeah, I thought it was supposed to be." They were standing in the door way to the café looking outside. "Want to make a run for it? The hotel's not that far away and, besides, who knows how long this is going to last?"

Jane looked at her to make sure she was serious and not just joking around. "OK, let's go for it."

They ran through the rain towards the hotel, both enjoying the childishness of the act. They could have called a cab, but this was much more fun. By the time they got back to the hotel, they were soaked to the skin.

They burst into the room and collapsed into a heap on the floor, laughing hysterically. Jane was the first to sober. He stood slowly, holding his hand out to help Lisbon up. He was looking at her in a way she had never seen before.

What is he looking at? I can't look any worse than he does. We're both soaked. Why is he looking at me that way? She could feel herself starting to blush, as she often did under his gaze. "What?' she said eventually, not able to stand him just staring at her any more.

"You're beautiful."

"What?"

"I mean it. You're beautiful. Did you know that? No, don't say anything. Just listen. You know I've been trying for the past week to figure out who it is that you have a crush on at work. I've been watching you more closely than I usually do. Trying to figure out if there was a guy that you paid more attention to, or less attention to, someone you called more frequently with an update than was necessary, but I can't figure it out. Right now though, I don't care. All I know is that whoever it is, is an idiot for not sweeping you off your feet the instant that they saw you. You are the most amazing woman that I have met in a really long time, since my wife was killed, and I'm sick and tired of denying it. I…I think I like you."

Lisbon was in shock. She had never even dreamed that he could ever even like her in that way. She was staring at him. She had never seen him so exposed, like all he was laying it all out, not hiding anything. She just stood there looking at him. She noticed his face starting to fall and realized that she hadn't said anything.

"Jane…Patrick." He looked up at her, looked her in the eye. "Do you really have no idea who it is at work that I like? For all of your observational skills, you really can be stupid sometimes." She was smiling at him now, waiting for the realization to dawn on him. When it did, his face lit up and he graced her with the most powerful smile she had ever seen.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" He looked at her, questions in his eyes. "Why let me go through all of this, the flirting, the date?"

"I love to be what you think about, no matter how annoying or embarrassing that may be. Just knowing that you care for me enough to be in your thoughts was almost enough."

"That would explain why you were always uncomfortable around me and why you did such a good job at the bar when we did the flirting exercise." He was smiling at this and she smirked.

"You've always been able to make me blush and I'm normally not one to blush that easily."

"What about the guy from the bar, Paul?"

"I wouldn't worry about him." She said with a slight smile.

He looked at her for a few more minutes before suddenly pulling her to him and pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was simultaneously sweet, tender and powerful. It was, by far, one of the best kisses that she had ever had.

"Wow" was all she said when they broke the kiss.

"Yeah" was his reply. They looked at each other for a few more minutes. "It's late. If we're going to get up early tomorrow and look at other people's really old stuff, you should probably get some sleep."

"Yeah," she replied. She was still in a little bit of a daze. She looked back up at him, and then reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him again.

They had spent a wonderful weekend together, looking at the antiques, admiring all of the old and beautiful furniture and decorations that there were. Lisbon even bought a few pieces, though nothing too big or expensive.

They had shared the hotel room the entire weekend, with Jane sleeping on the sofa. He said that he didn't sleep with someone one the first date, or the second or third for that matter. He said they should respect each other enough not to rush anything. She had respected what he had wanted. In reality, she just enjoyed spending time with him. The kisses that they had shared at spontaneous times throughout the weekend had just been icing on the cake for her.

It was Tuesday morning now and, for once, Jane was early to the office. There had been something that had been bothering him all weekend. Lisbon had told him not to worry about the guy from the bar and he wasn't worried, per se. He was just curious as to why she was so willing to just forget about him without so much as a phone call telling him why.

That was why he was here. He had come in before anyone so that he could break into Lisbon's office and see if Paul had put his phone number on the card in the flowers. He knew that she hadn't done anything with either bouquet of flowers (his wildflowers and Paul's roses) before they left for their last case, so he would be able to find the note right there, in the flowers on her desk.

He quietly went into her office. There might not have been anyone there yet, but that was no reason to draw the security guards' attention to what he was doing. Sitting on her desk were two vases of badly wilted flowers and tucked into the roses was the note. He pulled it out and read it:

Teresa,

Mr. "Doesn't Play Well With Others" obviously has a thing for you. Maybe these flowers will spur him into action. Good luck with it. If it doesn't work out, you know where to find me.

Paul

I guess there are just some things that anyone can tell but yourself. He looked at the flowers one more time, slipped the note into his pocket, and walked out of her office smiling to himself.

Authors note: Don't you hate it when people put notes at the top and bottom? If you liked it please let me know :)