Authors Note: This is the sequel to Confessions and Choir Music. As such this will be pure Jace. Be for warned. I wrote this special for Eve215 and Demonbunny7, I hope you guys enjoy. This has not been betaed, but I promised that I would post something tonight, and this won out.

Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would not be writing this. I would also have a bigger bed so that when my kids climb into bed with me I would still have room to actually sleep.

Grace woke slowly, she was warm and cozy, which was odd, because she was asleep on the sofa. She had her legs curled up underneath her and her head was resting on the chest of the most gorgeous man she had known in some time. Try as she might, he just couldn't measure up to little Bobby Jones in the third grade, her first crush.

They had spent the night watching movies and talking. Ok, so not so much watching movies as making out while the movies were one in the background. She had refused to let him get to second base, she had insisted that he needed to take her on a real date first, so they had fallen asleep sitting there, cuddling on her sofa.

She didn't really want to get up, but she knew if she didn't that they would both be late for work, and while Jane might be able to pull it off, she wouldn't be able to, so she reluctantly placed her feet on the floor and stretched. She felt Jane's arms tighten around her, pulling her back down to the sofa.

"Don't get up, it's too early." He whispered hoarsely in her ear.

"Maybe for you." She chuckled lightly, "But I for one need to be to work on time. I don't get to be late and get away with it." She pulled away from him reluctantly and stood. "Besides, you need to go home and get changed too. You can't go to work wearing the same thing you wore yesterday." She smirked at him slightly standing up. Despite sleeping on the sofa all night she was surprisingly rested. She credited that to being wrapped in Jane's arms all night.

"I've got a change of clothes at work. We could car pool." He gave her what was quickly becoming her favorite smile, seductive smile #1.

She gave an exasperated sigh and a smile of her own. "Fine, but I still have to get ready, so you are going to have to let me go."

He reluctantly gave in and released her from his grasp. He watched as she walked to the back of the small apartment where her bedroom and bathroom were and waited until he heard the shower starting before getting off the sofa. He needed to distract himself from what was going on in the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to see if there was anything he could cook for breakfast. He knew she wasn't going to want to sit down and eat; she was far too anxious this morning, what with having to go to work and face Rigsby. Really, if anyone needed to be nervous, it was him, but that was ok.

He opened her refrigerator and noticed that, unlike most refrigerators of people who were rarely home; hers was stocked with fresh food and produce. He noticed that there were English muffins, bacon, and the makings of omelets, and decided that he would make her his favorite breakfast sandwich.

He was just finishing building the sandwiches, a warm collection of eggs, bacon, cheese and fresh vegetables, when Grace came out of the bedroom, dressed and ready to go.

"What smells so good?" She asked coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his neck.

"Keep doing that and we just might not make it into work today." Jane said in a low growl. Grace pretended not to hear him and continued to kiss along his neck, her lips coming to rest just behind his ear. She nibbled on the sensitive part behind his ear, while spreading her hands up his chest towards his shoulders.

"I just love a man who can cook." She whispered in his ear before letting him go.

"Well," Jane chocked out, he cleared his throat and then continued. "If I had known that's all I had to do to get this type of reaction, I would have started cooking for you a long time ago."

Grace gave a light laugh and matched his boyish grin #2 with one of her own. "Come on, I'll drive." She said, grabbing one of his sandwiches off the counter and heading out the door.

The ride to the CBI building was uneventful. Jane spent most of the time playing with the radio in her car and telling her what her preset stations meant about her. It was definitely a better experience than the last time they were in her car, and Grace couldn't help but laugh a little at the memories. It hadn't been funny then, but now that it was over, she could look back and laugh at how ridiculous it was that Jane had been driving while he was blind and she had been trying to guide him with her hands handcuffed behind her back.

"You know, despite your experience with me and driving your car, I am quite a safe driver." Jane said almost as if he were reading her mind.

"It never ceases to amaze me how you do that." Grace said just shaking her head.

They arrived at the CBI offices with plenty of time to spare before they were supposed to be going inside for work. "So, what do you think we should do? I mean, you know Rigsby's going to be mad, going to tell someone." Grace looked nervously at Jane, not sure what to do.

"Just act like normal my dear. If Rigsby starts anything, and I don't think he will at work, we'll just handle it then." He reached over and caressed her check, bringing his lips to hers for a tender kiss.

He went to pull away, knowing that she probably wouldn't want to get caught kissing him at work, but to his surprise, she reached her hands up and pulled his face closer, running her hands through his hair, stilling them at the base of his neck and playing with the fine curls there. She ran her tongue across his lips and Jane found he was powerless to her wants. He slowly opened his mouth to let her tongue in, knowing that the slow pace would just get her even more riled up. He was just starting to really enjoy himself when she pulled away suddenly.

"We should not be doing this at work." She said panting slightly, her face burning red at the thought that someone could have seen them. "Come on lets go."

They entered the building and went through security. It wasn't uncommon for members of the team to go through security together, so no one who saw them thought anything of it. If they were standing perhaps a little closer than normal, no one said anything either. You never knew what was going on with Patrick Jane, and most people just chocked it up to another one of his silly pranks. When they reached the bullpen, Jane immediately headed for his couch; they were going to act like it was any other normal day after all. Grace was headed toward the break room to put milk in her coffee when Lisbon stopped her in the hallway along with Cho and a very reluctant Rigsby.

"The division's being audited again, here have a file" Lisbon said handing her a file along with one for Cho and Rigsby. Grace smiled at her taking the file.

"Sure no problem. Let me just put milk in this and I'll dig in." She walked to wards the break room smiling slightly as she passed the window to the bullpen and saw Jane laying on his couch, eyes closed and a peaceful happy look on his face.

"What's with her, why is she so happy this morning?" Cho asked with a slight disdain as he walked towards his desk.

Rigsby growled slightly under his breath then spoke up in a mocking tone. "Notice her relaxed body langue, the general sense of emotional satisfaction? Someone's engaged her romantic interest."

"What are you Jane now? No way she's dating someone again. I'd have sworn off dating if I were her. Her last boyfriend tried to kill her."

"Then I'd have to assume that the man who was kissing her last night was making an embarrassing mistake." Rigsby growled at Cho, not so loudly as to be noticed by the casual observer, but loud enough for Cho to hear.

Cho was struck with the strangest feeling of déjà vu, not that he would tell Rigsby that. Instead he just snorted at him. Cho sat down at his desk, wasn't like him to have the same conversation twice. He was a man of few words, and he liked it that way. "What, are you stalking her like a chicken now?" He asked throwing Rigsby's own words from a few weeks ago back at him. "Who'd you see her kissing any way?" Cho asked, he liked the gossip as much as the next person, he just wouldn't admit it.

Rigsby didn't answer; he just looked at Cho with a pained expression on his face. "Have you seen Jane this morning? I didn't see his car in the parking lot."

"He's probably late, I'm sure Lisbon will get a hold of him if she needs him." Cho dead paned, looking back at the file on his desk, deciding he was just going to ignore the clearly jealous Rigsby. Really, he'd had his chance with Grace more times than he could count, and Cho didn't feel sorry for him in the least that she was dating another guy.

Grace came in and sat at her desk with her coffee. Reading through the file and humming softly to herself. She was happy. She was in the beginning of a relationship with one of the most adorable men in the state of California. And, it would seem that Rigsby had either not noticed Jane, or had decided that he was not worth messing with. She was glad of this because he could almost feel him smirking from where he lay on his couch. She had heard the last part of the conversation, and knew that Rigsby and Cho had been discussing her. She couldn't help it if she was in a good mood; she had just kissed a very attractive man, and was looking forward to more of the same when they got off work tonight.

The four of them stayed in the bullpen all morning, not doing much more than reading through files and attempting to find flaws in them. This time there was no conveniently placed bomb threat to alleviate the menial task. It was almost lunch time when Lisbon finally emerged from her office. Face buried in a file to remind the team to eat, and to recommend to them to go outside and get some fresh air. That's what she was going to do, her boyfriend in the AG's office had packed a picnic for them, and they were going to go to the nearby park to enjoy it.

"You know Jane," she said standing in the door way, not looking up from her file, "You can help us go through these files, it is allowed for you to do actual work."

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass." He said sitting up from where he's been laying all morning, hoping that Rigsby wouldn't notice him. He liked his nose the shape it was and didn't think it would be able to survive being broken again. But, now that Lisbon had drawn attention to him, there was little he could do to keep Rigsby from knowing he was there. "Going out to lunch today?" He asked Lisbon with a smile. Grace looked up and noticed it was teasing smile #2, very close to smug smile #2, but slightly friendlier.

"Yes, I am actually. You guys should do the same." She said addressing the whole room. She noticed the excited look in Graces eye but didn't call her on it. Her personal life was her own business. She had noticed that Jane and Grace had come in at the same time today, and that his car wasn't parked in the parking lot, and assumed that those two things were connected.

"Good idea boss, I think I will. See you after lunch." Grace stood and grabbed her bag from her desk drawer, glancing over at Jane. Jane looked over at Rigsby and quickly stood up.

"You know what Van Pelt; I think I'll join you if you don't mind." He said walking after her.

Rigsby glared at Jane. Coward. He thought, debating if he should get up and follow them, crash their lunch, stop them from doing whatever they had been doing the night before.

"Hey, let's grab lunch man." Cho said interrupting Rigsby's thoughts about what type of harm he could be inflicting on Jane right now.

"Fine, but I'm driving." He said grabbing his keys.

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Lisbon was having a nice lunch. Her boyfriend had packed a very nice lunch and they were sitting on a blanket at the park, eating and talking. She was going in for a kiss when she saw something out of the corner of her eye that caused her to gasp and her jaw to drop. There was no way she was seeing what she thought she saw. She turned and faced the couple straight on. Yep, she was seeing what she thought she was. Jane and Van Pelt were sitting on the grass, under a tree. Well, really, Van Pelt was sitting in Jane's lap, and they were making out like a couple of teenagers. No wonder she had been so eager to get out of the office for lunch.