Welcome! So, just to set the scene for this fic: Jane and Angela don't have a child, Jane didn't go on the talk show and annoy Red John, Van Pelt has already joined the CBI…the rest should be pretty much the same Oh, and Jane is still a bit of an arse…

Anyway please read and tell me what you think. I'm not planning on making this a hugely long fic (probably around 10 chapters?), and if anyone is interested I have another nearly finished one up called 'Mistake'.

"Lisbon, take a seat"

Teresa Lisbon settled herself on the couch in Minelli's office, still trying to determine why she had been called there. She'd updated him yesterday on their current cases, and she was sure that if any of her team were leaving they would have alerted her first.

"I assume you remember Patrick Jane?"

How could she forget? The conman who had been requested by some high-up to consult on a case for them a month ago wasn't the sort of person one would forget easily. Especially not her.

"Was there a problem with the case in court? Or another complaint?" Lisbon guessed.

"No no, nothing like that" Minelli waved his hand in the air to dispel her predictions "I have good news, actually"

Lisbon raised her eyebrows. Even from the two weeks she had spent with Jane, she knew that 'Patrick Jane' and 'good news' were two phrases which rarely came up in the same context.

"Given how case closed rates have been recently, and with Red John still at large" he paused, and Lisbon looked at the floor. Red John had been assigned to her team a year ago, and they had got nowhere in that time "I decided to offer Mr Jane a job, working as a full time consultant for the CBI"

"He would never-"

"And he accepted" Minelli continued, cutting her off "said he'd been meaning to get out of the psychic scene for a while now, how he'd loved the pace and excitement of police work yada yada yada"

Lisbon's expression hardened. Of course it was the 'pace and excitement' of the work he had enjoyed. Nothing about being able to piss people off on a daily basis and laze around whilst the rest of the team did the work.

"Anyway, he said that he only had one condition for accepting the job: that he could work on your team"

Minelli passed a file over the desk to her and she took it, slightly dazed. She opened it and scanned her eyes over the paper.

"That's his file" Minelli explained "nothing of particular interest, but keep it with the others"

"There's a mistake here" Lisbon said, frowning as her eyes passed a particular section "it says he's married – Jane isn't married"

"Did he tell you that?"

"Well no, but-"

"He definitely is married" Minelli told her "to some model woman, Angela something"

The lying bastard, Lisbon thought to herself.

"Boss, do we really need him? I know we haven't got Red John yet but-"

"I know he's a little difficult to work with, Agent" Minelli conceded.

"A little" Lisbon muttered under he breath.

"But he has a skill set that we'd be hard pressed to find anywhere else"

"But Boss-" Lisbon protested.

"He'll be at your office at 9am tomorrow morning" Minelli told her firmly "now I'm meant to be in the AG's office in half an hour, shoo"

Lisbon left her boss's office in a bad mood. From what she had seen on that one case, Jane was good. Really good. But a whole lot of hard work – something she really didn't need any more of. That however, wasn't what had managed to make her mood drop so drastically.

When Lisbon had first met Patrick Jane, her first thought was that he was one of the most attractive men she had ever met. Then he opened his mouth and the words 'egotistical' and 'arse' quickly joined her description of him. However, she agreed to work with him for the case for the sake of catching the killer of some important lawyer's son. His insights proved to be invaluable to their eventual arrest, and without his crazy plan to catch the killer, the case would have lasted a lot longer than two weeks.

For the whole time they had worked together, the conflict between them was visible to all. They didn't go a single day without arguing, and Jane seemed to take a little too much pleasure in pissing Lisbon off. Of course, beneath all of that there was the inescapable fact that there was a huge amount of sexual tension between them. Although she would never admit it out loud, Lisbon felt the familiar excitement run around her body her whenever he brushed past her or placed his hand on the small of her back to direct her. Jane couldn't deny the way his eyes were drawn to her whenever he came into a room. For two weeks they managed to pass the sexual tension off as clashing personalities and Lisbon's dislike of Jane.

They had had to drive down to Los Angeles to apprehend their killer (who had attempted to flee), and stay the night in a motel because it was too late to drive back the same day. Later that evening, once they had shared a 'case closed pizza' and retired to their bedrooms, Jane appeared at Lisbon's door. She couldn't remember entirely how they had gone from arguing about his detective methods to devouring each other's mouths whilst they hurriedly undressed, but it had happened. The next morning he had already left when she awoke, and on the drive back neither gave any hint of untoward happenings between them.

Lisbon hadn't regretted it, but she had been more relived than anything when she said goodbye to him at the CBI building the following day, expecting never to see him again. It was nothing more than a one-night-stand. Until, that was, Minelli had announced that Patrick Jane would be joining their team on a permanent basis earlier that afternoon. She was apprehensive about working with him again, given how they had ended up last time, and then she had opened that file and discovered that he was a married man. She was certain that he hadn't worn a wedding ring at any point during the case, and not once had he mentioned his wife, so she had simply understood that he didn't have one. So much for that assumption.

Back in the safety of her office, Lisbon flicked on her computer and opened up the internet. Maybe Jane and his wife were estranged, or in the process of divorce. That was the only possible explanation for his willingness to break such important vows.

It took Lisbon less than a minute to find an article on Jane's wife, Angela Ruskin. She was utterly beautiful, with a tall, slim figure and long wavy blond hair. Lisbon clicked on another link which was about some Gala she had attended a few weeks ago. There was a picture of her and Jane in this one, he had his arm around her waist and he seemed to be whispering something in her ear. So much for estranged then. How could Jane have slept with her when he had this beautiful wife? What furthermore did he even see in her, Lisbon, if this goddess-like creature was what he was used to?

oooooooooooooooooooo

When Lisbon arrived at work the following morning at 7:45, she wasn't expecting to find Patrick Jane sitting on the couch in her office.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded "scratch that, how are you even in here? I lock my office door"

"You know, for an agency which deals with some fairly high profile cases, the CBI could invest a little more in locks which weren't so easy to pick" he shrugged "but it's nice to see you too, Teresa"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Minelli told me to come to your office, I know I'm a little early but I suspected you'd be here about now"

"No, why are you working for the CBI? What about that psychic nonsense?"

"It was getting boring" he shrugged again "Is something the matter? You're being rather short with me"

"I'm being short with you?" she repeated, incredulous "Ok, Sherlock, let's see if you can work out what's put me in a bad mood this morning. I'll give you a clue: it's sitting on my couch"

She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Well" he began, standing up and taking a few steps across the room "you're obviously annoyed that I've come to work here. You find me irritating and uncontrollable but you know that I'll help you catch as many of the bad guys as possible, and that's the most important thing which is why you agreed to have me in the first place"

She stepped back and rested on the edge of her desk, a little uncomfortable with the fact that he had moved nearer to her.

"I thought that maybe you were angry that I broke into your office, but you looked annoyed before you had even come in, so it must be something else"

He looked at her carefully for a few minutes, whilst Lisbon tried to move as little as possible so not to give anything away.

"Ok, you got me" he said eventually "what is it?"

"What is it Jane? You're married! Were you ever going to mention that to me?"

"Oh" he clearly wasn't expecting that "you're annoyed about that?"

"You cheated on you wife!" she snarled "with me!"

"It's not like that, Teresa" he tried to explain "I'm married, but I'm not married married"

"Oh great, I feel so much better now" Lisbon said, rolling her eyes.

"What I mean is that any romantic feelings my wife and I had for each other are long gone"

"So she gave you a pat on the back for getting laid?"

"Teresa, please, it wasn't-"

"It's 'Lisbon' or 'Boss' to you now" she snapped.

To Lisbon's relief, there was a knock on the door before Jane could reply.

"Boss?" Rigsby stuck his head in, nodding to Jane when he saw him.

"What is it?"

"I think we have a lead" he told her, stepping in and handing her a piece of paper "Johnson's just paid out a large sum to some unknown account in Bolivia"

"Right" she nodded "I'll take Cho and bring him in. You" she glared at Jane "go do something useful and try not to piss anyone off"

oooooooooooooooooooo

The rest of the team quickly became aware of Lisbon's bad mood, and for the next few weeks they were particularly wary of doing anything which could unleash her wrath.

"It's something to do with Jane" Rigsby muttered to Van Pelt as she stirred a cup of coffee in the kitchen "she gets angrier every time she looks at him"

"I know what you mean" she sighed "I hope this doesn't last, especially since he's here permanently now"

"They slept together"

Rigsby spun around to see Cho entering the kitchen.

"What?"

"Lisbon and Jane, they slept together on the last case and that's why she's so annoyed at him now" he shrugged "it's obvious isn't it?"

"Is it?" Van Pelt asked "how do you know?"

"You could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife" Cho explained, in his normal stoic way "plus I had the room next to hers in Los Angeles"

Van Pelt's eyes widened.

"Wait" Rigsby said slowly "so you heard Jane and the boss having…there's uh, plenty of coffee here actually Grace" he quickly changed track, spotting Lisbon just before she came in.

"What are you all doing in here?" she demanded "this case won't solve itself"

As they left she stomped towards the cupboard to find her favourite mug. With a groan, she remembered that it was still sitting, used, on the desk in her office.

"Why good afternoon Lisbon" Jane greeted her cordially "what makes you groan so?"

She ignored him, and selected a simple green mug to make her drink in instead.

"You can't ignore me forever" he murmured.

"I'm not ignoring you" she said through gritted teeth "I just have no reason to talk to you"

He opened the cupboard in front of her and leant over her shoulder to reach a particular box of tea bags. Lisbon tried to ignore the tingle that emanated from where his chest had pressed against her shoulder. It was stupid, just because they had slept together once didn't mean she had to act like a high school student every time he so much as brushed past her. If nothing else, she had still not got over the fact that she had been part of his cheating on his wife, regardless of whether or not they were married married.

"I know who killed William Callers" he said in a sing song voice "and I know how to catch her as well"

oooooooooooooooooooo

Later that night, Lisbon found herself squashed in the bottom of a cupboard as they awaited the arrival of their killer, wondering why on earth she had agreed to this.

"Lisbon?"

Jane's voice floated over from the other side of the cupboard, where he was seated.

"What?" she replied.

"Why do you keep asking Minelli to move me to a different team?"

Oops. She wasn't sure how he knew that she had spoken to Minelli 3 times in the past month about transferring Jane to Missing Persons or somewhere she thought 'his skills would be of better use' as she had put it.

"Why do you think, Jane?"

"Are you still annoyed that I didn't tell you I was married when we slept together?"

"No Jane, I got over that. And if it's quite alright with you, I'd much rather we forgot that unfortunate and unprofessional night"

"Ah sarcasm" she could hear the smile in his voice "if it helps, my wife has been sleeping with her manager for two years now, and the knowledge that she was married never stopped him"

Silence.

"Why are you still married?" Lisbon asked. It was less accusatory now, he had sounded genuinely a little hurt with his latest statement and she actually wanted to know the answer to her question.

"Less hassle" he said simply "she doesn't want the bad press of a divorce"

"Do you still love her?" Lisbon wasn't sure where she had found the confidence to ask such questions of someone she had only known for a few weeks, but she asked them anyway.

Just as Jane opened his mouth to answer, there was a bang as the door swung open in the room outside the cupboard and Jane and Lisbon immediately starting paying attention to whoever was out there.

oooooooooooooooooooo

"Um Boss"

"What is it Rigsby?" Lisbon replied, not even turning round from what Van Pelt was showing her on her computer.

"Jane said you told him to take over the interrogation, so I-"

Lisbon spun around and Rigsby stopped speaking for a second.

"Which room is he in?" she demanded.

"3" he replied "I'm sorry, I didn't realise"

"Don't worry about it Rigs" she sighed. She really needed to stop taking out her frustration at Jane on her team – they'd had to put up with two months of her anger now.

Lisbon marched into the interrogation room to find Jane talking in a slow, soothing voice to the young girl.

"Jane!" she barked "what are you doing?"

"Shhhhh Lisbon" he whispered to her "we're just getting somewhere"

"Jane" she hissed "you can't just walk into someone else's interrogation and kick them out. Making up orders is…what are you doing?"

"Just interrogating" he shrugged, before returning to his gentle words.

Lisbon looked carefully at the suspect. Her eyes were half shut, and she had an odd smile on her face as if she was asleep. She was hypnotised.

She jabbed Jane hard in the arm to get his attention and then dragged him out of the room, into the surveillance room.

"You cannot hypnotise suspects to get information out of them" she said firmly, dropping his arm.

"But she-"

"But nothing! I don't care how low her 'threshold' is! It's completely illegal, if nothing else! Twice now we've had this conversation, what do you not understand? Besides, you can't just walk into someone else's interrogation and kick them out"

Jane said nothing in response to this, just stood in front of her with a slight smile on his face.

"What are you smiling about?" she demanded "I don't think you understand the severity of this"

"It's just I forgot how hot you look when you're angry" he explained, grinning as she bristled in response.

"For God's sake Jane! We're meant to be catching the murderer of someone's daughter here, and you can't take it all seriously enough to follow the rules or stop with the stupid comments!"

"I'll follow the rules and stop with the comments" he said slowly "if you go for dinner with me"

Lisbon stared wide eyed at him for a few seconds. Of all the things she had expected him to say, that was not one of them.

"Are you crazy?" she said after a moment "what, in this universe, would convince me to go for dinner with you?"

"Because beneath all the excuses about marriage and professionalism, you're attracted to me and you want to" he shrugged.

Lisbon was flabbergasted. How could he stand there and say that to her so casually?

"I assume you're not saying anything because you're thinking about which dress you're going to wear?" he smirked.

"You are a deluded, perverted, immoral, arsehole" she said slowly "and I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Now unhypnotise that poor women, and get the hell out of my sight"

Jane looked through the tinted window to the woman, still sat in her semi conscious state.

"Nahh" he decided after a second "I don't feel like it"

Lisbon closed her eyes for a second and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Unhypnotise. Her. Right. This. Minute"

"Ok, I admit that asking you to dinner was a long shot" he conceded "but I have one condition: that you'll sit down with me and talk cordially about why you so are so angry at me. And before you say it, I don't believe all of that marriage nonsense – both of us know full well my marriage is a sham"

Lisbon considered that for a moment. For Jane, this was almost a reasonable request. Well, if she ignored the part about him kicking Rigsby out of an interrogation to hypnotise a woman.

"Alright, Patrick" she said slowly, enjoying the surprise on his face at her use of his first name "we have a deal"

"Brilliant" he grinned, and then patted her on the arm "thanks pal"

"Pal?" she repeated as Jane disappeared back into the interrogation room "I'm your boss, not your pal!"

ooooooooooooooooooooo

Jane badgered Lisbon endlessly about their 'little chat', as he'd begun calling it. In return, she came up with a plethora of different excuses for being unavailable. To be honest, she had never actually been planning on partaking and was surprised at his persistence in trying to talk to her.

It was late on a Friday night, three weeks after their argument in the interrogation room, when Jane let himself into Lisbon's office with two cups in his hand.

"What are you doing?" she asked, eying him warily.

"Bringing you tea" he explained, passing her a cup.

He had been on better behaviour recently, she had to admit. He'd offered to have a look at some of their older cases and in a matter of minutes had managed to determine the killer in three of them, which was probably the only reason she actually accepted the tea from him.

"Thanks" she muttered, taking a sip.

Jane sat down on her couch and watched her.

"What do you want?" she said finally.

"You" he said simply.

Lisbon rolled her eyes and looked back down at the paperwork in front of her.

"Come on Lisbon, talk to me. You did say you would"

"Did I? I don't remember"

"Lying doesn't suit you" he shrugged.

"Fine, you want to talk? I'll talk" Lisbon said, putting her pen down again "I'm annoyed at you because you didn't tell me you were married before sleeping with me – and before you start on all that 'it's not a proper marriage' non-sense, you still should have told me. And then instead of leaving it be, you continue to make smarmy remarks and ignore my authority and generally make a nuisance of yourself"

"You're still gonna lie to me Lisbon? I'm hurt"

"I'm not lying to you" she said through gritted teeth.

"Well I know you're not annoyed at me for being a nuisance" he pointed out, somehow still perfectly calm "because I was just as much a nuisance in that first case and you found it more endearing than anything else"

"Oh yes, adding a mountain to my workload is what I call 'endearing'"

"What I don't understand, is why you're unwilling to admit that you're attracted to me" he continued "I mean that's clearly why you're so annoyed at me, because you feel guilty for wanting me" he shrugged, sipping his tea again and then putting it on the edge of her desk.

"You know, you are one of the most arrogant people I have ever had the misfortune to come across in my life" she muttered "now get out of my office, or else I might just shoot you" she added, standing up and opening the door to let him out.

Jane stood up slowly and walked across the room, whilst Lisbon marvelled at the fact that her words had actually had some sort of effect on him. Instead of walking out the door however, Jane simply came to stand directly in front of her. Lisbon swallowed. She had inadvertently trapped herself between the corner made by the open door and Jane's body.

"Jane" she said quietly "Leave me alone"

He ignored her and took another step forward, now only inches away from her.

"Has anyone else told you quite how beautiful you are?" he asked softly, running a finger down the side of her face.

Lisbon was feeling very uncomfortable. Well, slightly aroused and uncomfortable. Most of her wanted to push him away; stop him before this situation became too dangerously close to her actually giving in. Unfortunately that part didn't seem to have control of her limbs right at that moment, so she remained frozen.

"Jane" she warned.

He took no notice of her protest and leaned in slowly to press his lips against hers. She should have stopped him. She was stronger than he was, she could have easily got him off her. Instead, she remained where she was and allowed him to kiss her. Disappointed by the fact that she wasn't kissing him back, Jane pulled away after a few seconds. Lisbon's eyes were wide with alarm and…something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"I…" she tried to speak, and then licked her lips "I-"

Jane leant in again and this time any of the tentative softness of his first kiss was gone. He slid one hand around her waist and pulled her body flush to his. Letting out a small squeak, Lisbon finally gave in and kissed him back. All coherent thoughts seemed to have vanished out of her head by this point. She had completely forgotten that they were tucked behind the door in her office, and anyone could walk in and see them. She could no longer remember why she had been so annoyed at Patrick Jane and his sham of a marriage. All she knew was that the man was a very, very good kisser.

Jane let out a slight moan as she nibbled on his lower lip and pushed her against the wall. He devoured her mouth, whilst she slid her hands around his neck to pull him closer to her. He wanted her. Badly. He pressed her even harder into the glass wall of her office, the blinds making a noise as they were crushed beneath her. He forced his mouth away from hers and started kissing down the side of her neck, stopped once to bite her skin and revelling in the gasp she let out. She could feel his erection pressing into his stomach and her ability to think returned slightly. Only instead of thinking about what a stupid thing she was doing, she was wondering whether she should move them to the couch, or stay here and let him have her right against her office wall. Before she could decide, there was a loud crash from outside the room and they broke apart.

They started at each other for a long time, both slightly in shock at what had happened. Jane was the first to regain control of himself and run a hand through his hair, trying to flatten it slightly from how Lisbon had messed it up.

"Sorry" Jane said, after what felt like hours "I didn't mean that to happen"

Sorry? Lisbon thought. He chooses now to be the nice guy and apologise?

"I should go" he added when she didn't reply.

Lisbon nodded quickly, and after one long look at her where he took in her beautifully dishevelled appearance and swollen lips, Jane left the room.

Lisbon sunk into the seat behind her desk. What had she just done? Worse still, what would she have done if something in the bullpen hadn't distracted them? She had a fairly good idea of where it would have gone, actually. It would have ended up much like they did last time, in a frenzy of rough passion. Only this time she was very much aware that she was his boss and he was married. Lisbon let her head flop down onto the desk as she let out a groan. What on earth had she got herself into?