Digging up old memories

Chapter 10

Lisbon's POV

"O-kay," she said slowly.

"You said that I ruined the memory of your first kiss and I'm really sorry that it turned out to be me-" he started.

"Jane... I'm not upset that it was you," – she sighed – "just that it turned out to be a con," she said cutting him off.

This man was going to be the death of her. She'd had enough of the emotional rollercoaster. On a good day she couldn't take all this touchy-feely stuff and now she was getting an overload from Jane and she needed a break to process her thoughts.

"Let me finish... you were not a mark... and... you don't remember the whole story correctly – hence this costume that I'm wearing," he said brightly and puffed his chest to make her laugh and it worked. "I'm confident, that I can make this right for you! My last gift to you before you leave for D.C."

Those words made her sad. That's not what she wanted to hear tonight.

Jane took out his phone and put what sounded like carnival music and stood in front of her again. He then ran both hands through his hair messing it up and trying to make it stand on end.

"What are you doing?" she asked frowning at him. She was tired, she went to sit, and he grabbed her.

"You can't sit... we are going to replicate that night," he said with grandeur.

"Oh my god, Jane! Are you serious – that's not necessary," she said exasperatedly.

"I could hypnotize you, but I didn't think you would go for it-"

"And you would be right," she said jabbing him with her finger in the chest.

"So, this is the next best thing to help refresh your memory," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"There's nothing wrong with my memory," she said pulling her trademark unimpressed face.

"You told Fischer that I was dressed in a white shirt, black pants and shoes."

"And..."

"And Teresa... this, is what my father made me wear as Boy Wonder until I was sixteen years old. Every. Single. Reading."

"Your dad forced you to wear a boy scout uniform..."

"Yes, he did. He thought it made me look trustworthy. So, I would have been wearing something very similar to this that night. Look at the postcard when you get back home – it's exactly what I'm wearing. There's so much that you've forgotten about that night. I want to help you remember so that you know just how wonderful you truly are... even when you were just 12 going on 13," he teased.

Oh my god! He was serious. She wondered what he remembered and what he meant about her being so wonderful back then. Their interaction had been so brief. What could she have possibly have forgotten. Her mind went back to that night, the one she'd been thinking about a lot since she realized that the boy was Jane. But, he was right that she didn't really remember... not in detail. She just remembered the story she had told herself about that night all those years ago, as all memories go I guess.

"Okay, let's do it. The sooner we get through this, the sooner you can take those clothes off," she said.

"What? No foreplay – you expect me to just take it off," he teased, and she felt herself blush.

"You know what I meant," she said, not able to meet his eyes, because she had just pictured him all naked in bed. 'Get a grip Teresa,' she told herself.