Crimson Happiness (jisbon one shots)

Not red like the rose red like Rudolphs nose

"Shut up, man!" says an indignant Rigsby as he flings a scrunched up piece of paper at Jane. "I really can't remember! I swear!". "You can remember what you had for lunch a week ago, yet you can't remember kissing Grace?" teases the handsome blonde. "Tut Tut! Rigsby you should be worried!". The case had been solved very quickly, even for Jane's standards, and the unit/family were relaxing in the bullpen over 3 boxes of case closed pizza and a delicious, vintage wine, courtesy of Jane. "That's enough, Jane!" reprimands Lisbon, trying unsuccessfully to smother her grin, at the red-cheeked embarrassment of her two youngest agents.

She eyes her good-looking consultant sharply, warning him to stop. He smiles back wondering if it was possible for real emeralds to be trapped inside those eyes, along with a couple million of stars. He knew how to make her smile all right! " Hey Lisbon! what colour would you say Rigsby's face is at this very moment? I'm thinking dark red... not red like the rose... More like Rudolph's nose!". Even Cho cracks a smile at this and soon the air is filled with the musical laughter of Jane, Cho, Lisbon and even Van Pelt and Rigsby.

But Patrick only has eyes for the petite brunette, who has her head flung back, angelic giggles escaping her throat. He accidentally forgets how to breathe and watches her instead, mouth open a little way. She catches him watching, and flashes him that adorable dimple of hers. Suddenly, it hits him that Teresa Lisbon will never be his. He was dedicated to his dead wife and child and even if he ever managed to get over Angela, or killed Red John, Lisbon deserved so much better than him.

The smile vanishes from his face but she still holds his gaze, her expression concerned, and his sad. He picks up his glass, fills it and downs it in one go, even though the wine is several years old and very strong. Teresa flinches as she watches him choke a little on the liquid in his glass. What was Jane doing? He never had been a big fan of alcohol. Maybe he had remembered Angela and Charlotte. She wished she could help him. It was at times like this, that she wanted to reach out and hug him tightly to her. To hold him tightly till he forgot about Red John. Lisbon sighed. Deep down she knew that would never happen.

Van Pelt rises and shrugs on her coat. 'Well, that's it for me, guys! See you all tomorrow! Thanks for the wine and NOTHING else, Jane!" she says, waving. Grace smiles one last time at a blushing Wayne Rigsby, flips her long, glorious waterfall of red hair, over her shoulder and turns to leave, which is odd, because Van Pelt is extremely hardworking, and is usually the last one to leave each night. Jane who is stretched out on the couch with Lisbon, leans as close to her as possible, making her blush a delicate, most attractive shade of pink. He moves his golden head closer, till his chin is resting on her shoulder. Before Lisbon can protest or shake him off, he whispers in her ear "Now, watch! In a few seconds, Rigsby will get up, pretend to stretch and yawn, then he'll fabricate some ridiculous excuse to go home, wish us all goodnight and leave. And we all know where he's going, don't we?" Patrick asks, arching his eyebrows suggestively.

For a few seconds, the words don't make sense to her, she was to busy trying her hardest not to be intoxicated by the feeling of his cool breath against her ear. "Whaa-.... No way!" she manages. "They broke it off!". Jane laughs, moving his chin off her shoulder. "You're too trusting, Teresa! Our young Romeo and Juliet are still more together than peanut butter and jelly, so to speak! Just watch!". The two watch Rigsby eagerly, and Cho seeing the two of them staring, turns to watch as well. At this moment, Rigsby's phone gives a loud beep. He flips it open eagerly and his eyes light up as he scans the text. He then closes the phone, smooths his expressions (badly) and gets up.

He stretches his arms out and gives the loudest, fakest yawn in the world. Jane and Lisbon, lock eyes and Patrick shoots his friend a loud I told you so, while Cho smiles knowingly into his book. "Wellll!" says Rigsby drawing the word out uncomfortably. "You cops are such terrible liars!" whispers Jane to Teresa. "I'd better head on home, get an early night..". Cho masks a bark of laughter as a cough and Rigsby looks at him suspiciously. "what?" he asks nervously. "Joke from my book" Cho replies regarding his partner, stone faced. "Oh!" says Rigsby in such a relieved tone that all three of his friends can't help but to smother more laughter. It isn't till Rigsby steps into the elevator that Jane's voice rings out after him. "Have a great "early" night, Rigsby!'. The laughter of cho and Lisbon can be heard too.

Much later, when Cho has left, Jane is still sprawled out over his beloved couch, but Lisbon is in her office, finishing up the remaining paperwork from their last case. Patrick downs the last of the wine and places the glass down with a mundane sort of finality. For the first time in years, his head is clear and he feels happy, and peaceful and....bouncy! The only thing that he CAN think about however, is Teresa. Her soft dark hair. Her eyes and her sweet little dimples! Hahahaha! Patrick had no idea what was so funny, but whatever it was, boy! It was funny! Why hadn't he tried this drowning your sorrow in alcohol ages ago? Suddenly Patrick leapt off the couch and bounded off to Lisbon's office.

"Yoohoo! Where's my angry lil princess?" he asks, laughing.

Teresa Lisbon looked up from her paperwork incredulously. "ummm Jane? Are you okay?" she asks, her incredulity turning to concern in a flash. "Fine I am....  you what about?" he asks innocently, a curl falling over his forehead adorably. Lisbon squashes the urge to sweep it back into place and instead puts an arm around him and guides him to the couch in her office. "I think you need to sit down. I can't believe you're drunk of your own free will, Jane! I thought you were better than that! You know how I feel about these things!" she reprimands him firmly. Jane looks up ate her, eyes wide. Why was his Teresa mad at him? "Partners we still are?" he asks anxiously. Lisbon's expression softens and the smile she has been holding back awhile, breaks over her face. The change is extreme. It is like the morning sun has broken over her already beautiful face. Patrick watches her, mouth open. "you're beauuuuuutiful!" he says without a single trace of shame. Lisbon blushes furiously, reminding herself sternly that Jane is simply drunk  and would never say these things otherwise.