Authors Note: So this is the last part. I'm sad to see it end. This chapter may be a little more OOC than the other two, but we need a little OOC every now and then don't we? Thanks for every one who read and responded, and to Ebony 10 for being my beta.

Disclaimer: If they were mine it wouldn't have been a re-run tonight.

Lisbon was watching TV at her apartment. She may be a cop, but she still got the state three day weekends, and she intended to enjoy it to the fullest by doing nothing. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of loose fitting exercise shorts. She was looking at the tattoo on her leg and wondering.

She was thinking: what would have happened if she had asked Jane if he wanted to touch it? He looked like he did, but they had been at work and that was no place for where her thoughts had been taking her. Now, though, she allowed her mind to wonder. She traced the vine on her leg to where it disappeared under the leg of her shorts. She was wondering if the vine could use some sprucing up. Maybe a few leafs? She could do another vine twisting up the around the one there now. That would be interesting. She made a note to check and see if they could do another vine twisting around the one that was already there.

She was thinking about it when there was a knock at her door. She was a little surprised, she never really got visitors. It was probably the neighbor. She often went out of town and asked Lisbon to bring her mail in. She got up reluctantly form the sofa and went to answer the door. She looked through the peep hole and was surprised by who she saw standing there.

"Jane, what are you doing here?" She asked when she opened the door. He didn't say anything, just stared at her leg. She could feel his eyes slowly going up her leg following the tattoo to where it disappeared under her shorts. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Can I come in?" he asked hoarsely.

"Sure." She turned and walked into the apartment expecting for Jane to follow her. She knew that he was looking at her ass. H'd been doing that a lot lately—ever since he got a glimpse of her tattoo. She wondered if that was why he was here.

She sat down on the sofa and heard the door shut. "Do you want something to drink Jane?" she called from the sofa.

"No, that's ok." He walked up to the sofa where Lisbon was sitting. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Not at all, go ahead." Lisbon scooted over on the sofa slightly so that Jane would have a place to sit. She had her legs pulled up under her, and she could tell that Jane was trying to get a glimpse of her tattoo. It was almost like he was obsessed with it.

Jane was attempting to pay attention to whatever show was on the TV, a cooking show where the people seemed to be running around crazily and one guy was doing all of the talking. The distraction wasn't really working though. What he really wanted to do was to tell her to take all of her clothes off so that he could see the entire beautiful tattoo that was all over her gorgeous body.

He just couldn't come out and say that thought. He had to have more finesse than that. He was after all Patrick Jane, never at a loss for words, never off balance. Or at least that's what he wanted everybody to think. He was about to say something when Lisbon stretched her legs out in front of her and placed her feet on the coffee table in front of her. He was momentarily speechless. For someone so small she seemed to have legs that went on forever.

"So, to what do I owe this unusual surprise, Jane?" Lisbon asked without taking her eyes off the screen. The people on the TV weren't cooking any more. Now another group of people seemed to be eating the food.

No time like the present. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day, how maybe I should act on some of my urges."

Jane noticed that Lisbon's breath caught a little in her throat, but she didn't take her eyes off the TV. "Really? And are you planning on acting on some sort of urge?" She finally glanced over at him just in time to see him coming across the sofa towards her.

She didn't even have time to think before she felt his lips on hers. It was a searing kiss; she had never really felt anything like it before. She had kissed plenty of men in her time, but this…this was amazing. She never wanted it to stop. She could feel his hands running over her back and down her sides. They came to rest on her hips, and started nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

They broke off the kiss and sat there panting, looking at each other. They still had their arms wrapped around each other and Jane was staring into Lisbon's eyes. She looked away. His gaze was so intense. Jane leaned down and whispered in her ear "Can I see it?" He began to nibble on her neck behind her ear, working his way down to her shoulder.

"See what?" It was hard to concentrate while he was kissing her neck like that.

"Your tattoo." He had his hands under her shirt now and was working his way up to her breasts.

She smiled slightly, trying to pay attention to what was going on. "You're going the wrong way then."

She pulled his face to hers for another kiss and stood up, pulling him with her. "Where are you going?" Jane asked between kisses.

"I'm not a teenager, Jane. I do not—" she paused and smirked at him "—make out on the sofa." Jane stared at her as she walked off down the hallway to what could only be the bedroom. Jane was up off the sofa in a flash, following her.

He got to the bedroom only seconds behind her, but she was already sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He almost couldn't believe this was happening. It was a dream come true, the dream he had last night actually.

"So you want to see all of it?" She was teasing him, she knew, but she was enjoying it. He was standing of front of her now, looking into her eyes. She reached up and put her arms around his waist pulling him down on the bed next to her. He leaned into her and pushed her back onto the bed, lying on top of her. He slowly slid down her body until he was down by her feet. He started kissing her right leg, starting where the vine wrapped around her ankle.

Slowly, he worked his way up her leg. "You taste like roses," he commented as he kissed the back of her knee. He was surprised when she started giggling. "What's so funny?" He was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Her laughing was contagious.

"I have very sensitive knees. That tickles." Jane looked up at her and grinned devilishly. He kissed her knee some more until she was moaning and not laughing. The continued his journey up her leg until he came to bottom of her shorts.

He looked up at her as if waiting for her to give him permission. She looked back at him and said "You're the one that wants to see it. I already know what it looks like." He took that as permission and slowly reached up and pulled her shorts down her legs. He then continued with his attention to the vine that was still wrapping around her leg. He was almost to the roses now and he could hardly control himself. He found, as he reached the first rose, that his pace sped up and it seemed like no time at all until he had reached the top—the newest rose.

"God, you are so gorgeous," he mumbled into her hip. He could sense how excited she was by this point and knew that she could feel how excited he was as well where he was resting against her legs.

"Are you talking to me or that rose?" She joked lightly and reached down to pull his lips up to hers once more. She gave him a searing kiss as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"You. Always you." He whispered against her lips. He knew he wasn't going to have to worry about dreaming about her tonight. He was going to live it.