Crimson Happiness (jisbon one shots)

Broken

Teresa Lisbon pressed the ice bag against Patrick Jane's face gingerly. She wiped a long trickle of blood coming from his bleeding nose carefully. He winced as her fingers brushed his swollen nose. "Jesus Jane! This is the THIRD time you've been punched for being rude!" she told him severely, placing one hand under his chin and tilting it upward to help staunch the bleeding. It was true they had caught the murderer thanks to Jane, but she hadn't been able to reach them before the man had punched Jane in the face. Jane leant his face back down, took the small, pale hand under his chin in his own and looked right into the beautiful but worried eyes of his partner. "Don't" he told her sharply. "Don't what?" asked Lisbon, her mind a little too preoccupied with the fact that her gorgeous consultant was holding her hand. "Don't blame yourself." Jane said. "Oh, I wasn't! I know you must have said something stupid to him to get yourself punched in the first place! What'd you say to him, anyways?". Jane avoided her gaze which was unusual and hopped of her desk where he had been perched. "Oh something about being a narcissistic son of a bitch, probably!" he said, his beautiful blue eyes snapping with mischief as he strolled out. "Probably?! Jane! Come back here! Your nose is still bleeding!" Lisbon cried. Passers by regarded Lisbon chasing a laughing Jane round and round her office curiously. It had always been a great speculation to the workers of CBI what exactly the relationship between them had been. To be honest, it was the speculation of nearly anyone who had watched them argue and laugh like they did.

Jane finally surrendered when Lisbon trapped him in a corner. He collapsed on the couch, panting, grinning. He watched her as she leant down with the ice bag again, wincing when she pressed it to his nose. "Oww! Lisbon! It hurts!" he moaned, eager to watch her expression morph to worry, then smoothen as she tried to cover her concern for him. He was not disappointed as Lisbon's brows pulled together anxiously for a moment and her eyes, liquefied with pain at his suffering. But the next instant it was gone, so quickly he couldn't be sure it was ever there in the first place. "stop being a big baby, Jane!" was all she said as she leant over him, pressing the pack closer to his nose. He couldn't help but being distracted by her scent, the warmth exuberating from her body, her waist only inched away from his torso, her legs between his. It was so tempting to just reach out and wrap both arms round that tiny waist, pull her down onto his lap.... But just as he reached his hands out, she lifted upwards. "There!" she proclaimed, happily. "Blood's stopped!". So has my heart! thought Jane dryly as he inhaled and exhaled, trying to console himself for the loss of what might have been.

(A few hours ago)

Rap, rap, rap. Tapitty, tippity, tap. Jane drummed a cheerful tune on the door of the large, intimidating manor. "Jane!" hissed his petite partner in crime, knocking his offending fingers away from the polished wood. "Don't drum a tune on the door of a person I'm about to deliver bad news to!". Patrick Jane merely smiled down at Lisbon, his eyes beaming mischievously. "Well, what's an appropriate knock for telling a husband his wife is dead any how?" he chuckled. He started tapping at the door again, but this time slower in a more somber fashion. "Yooouuurrrr wifeeeee isssss deadddddd!!!!!! She'll never again get out of beddddd!!!!". This earned him a sharp slap upside the head from Lisbon, whom despite her small stature was more than capable (and willing) to cause him pain. "You are being incredibly rude and stu-".

The door was flung open and a tall, dark-haired man peered down at them disdainfully. "What is it?" he asked in a bored, uninterested voice, talking more to Lisbon's rack rather than meeting their eyes, Jane noticed angrily. Lisbon hurriedly regained her wits and arranged her features to match the situation. "This is about your wife, Katherine. I'm sorry, sir, but we are bringing bad news. Is there somewhere more private we could talk?". Jane's eyes softened as he took in his kind-heated partner, who despite having reported hundreds of dead relatives to families had never lost her compassion. It was not faked sympathy as he had seen in the eyes of so many other cops either. Teresa Lisbon's eyes were full of genuine sadness for the families who lost their loved ones .

Steven Miller did not remove his eyes from their previously stated position but said with another rather bored sigh. "Yes, come in.". Jane made sure to guide Lisbon through the door with his hand firmly in their usual spot at the small of her back, hoping to send the point across that she was definitely NOT on the market for other men to ogle at. All through the meeting, Lisbon talked, Steven Miller glued his eyes to her pleasing form and Jane glowered at Steven Miller.

Had this man no decency at all? After all his wife had just been murdered! And of all the women he could have checked out in the world, how dare he choose his Lisbon. True that were not many women that were quite as beautiful as Lisbon, but couldn't he see that Lisbon was his? The insolent pig! Jane was betting all the tea in China that he was the murderer of his wife! Just then Lisbon finished her interview with the man. "Well that's all the questions we have for now, Mr Miller. Once again, I am so sorry for your loss." she said to him softly. "Please, call me Steven!" said the pig, with another predatory glance at her breasts. "Here's my number, call me anytime! For anything!". The pig held out a card with his personal details on it, holding Lisbon's hand for way longer than necessary. By this time, Jane was furious. This was an outrage! But he smoothened his expressions with difficulty, forcing the scowl about to surface on his lips like a sunrise on a hill to sink back down. "Yes, thank you, Mr Miller, but if you don't mind my partner and I will be leaving now!" he said in a voce that was a lot more cheery and confident than he felt.

As Lisbon rose to leave however the pig had the audacity to sneak a not so discreet peek at her backside. Jane's metaphorical hackles rose and he fought to keep the beast he only let rear its ugly head during red john cases under control. Miller smirked at him, "That one's a keeper. How'd ya manage to get that one into your bed? Got any tips?". Jane growled under his breath, then checking Lisbon was nowhere in sight, he grabbed the larger man by the shoulders and shoved him at the wall. "You listen to me, you manipulative son of a bitch! You murdered your wife and I know it! I will do everything and anything to prove that you are guilty. You ever so much as LOOK at my partner again-". SLAM!