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FIC: The Art of Seduction (3/6)
Title: The Art of Seduction (3/6)
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tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Lisbon was so used to focusing one hundred percent on the job that she just wasn’t used to flirtation or the mere concept of being seduced. Jane/Lisbon
Notes: Jello-Forever Secret Santa Gift for the super lovely Ebony10, who asked for “Jane is ready for a relationship with Lisbon, but she keeps missing the hints.”
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two
Part Three - Sometimes, Being Blunt is Best
When Lisbon had arrived at work, the first thing she did was announce to the occupants of the bullpen that she didn’t want to be disturbed unless they had any news about the case. Without another word, she disappeared into the kitchenette, not trusting anyone else to fix her morning coffee after yesterday’s debacle that mainly revolved around her caffeine withdrawal. Cho, at this revelation, raised a skeptical eyebrow in Jane’s direction. He gave the blond man five minutes until he got bored and decided to disturb the boss. Especially given the consultant’s apparent interest and determination to seduce the poor woman in the immediate future. The Asian agent had already decided that Jane’s fervor was either going to mean that Lisbon would comply somewhat willingly to his desires or that he was doomed from the start. Which way it was more likely to go still appeared to be approximately a fifty-fifty chance, however.
Cho was absolutely right. Five minutes of staring at, but not actually doing, a crossword puzzle and Jane was already yearning for contact with the brunette agent. And he’d already formulated plans as well. In fact, it was all he’d been thinking about overnight while the majority of California slept. Yes, he’d dismissed it as sophomoric in the past. Yes, it was a little bit, well, simple and he was famed for liking tricks and complexity. But, in some cases, the easy things were the most effective. And if she couldn’t pick up the less ‘direct’ hints, sometimes you just had to rely on the proven, safe techniques. Okay, so he didn’t exactly have any theories on the case and that was likely to piss her off, but that wasn’t going to stop Jane. He pushed himself up from his couch and strolled over towards Lisbon’s office, managing to time it so that he met her just in front of the door to her office. Smiling brightly, he twisted his hands together, noting just how sweaty his palms had become. That was unusual, to say the least. He pulled his gaze up from the floor, to spot her green eyes, catlike and unblinking, focused on him and looking ever so slightly bemused.
“Yes, Jane?” she prompted when he had remained silent for a good thirty seconds, hoping, yet doubting he would have something useful to say.
“I was wondering, as it’s likely to be another late night…” Jane sucked in a deep breath. It had been years since he had been this nervous around a woman. “Would you like to go out for dinner? My treat.”
Lisbon blinked at him and Jane glanced to the ground yet again, ever so slightly embarrassed. Was she trying to work out what the catch was? Because if she was, he was trying to be genuine. He had a feeling that, going by her previous reactions, if he bluntly told her that, she would probably just laugh in his face.
“Sure,” she answered, pushing her door open with her free hand and a smile broke out across Jane’s face. “Guys? Jane’s just offered to take us out for dinner. A quiet night out as we’re still working on a case, right Jane?”
The team murmured their appreciation, Rigsby, somewhat unsurprisingly, being particularly vocal. She beamed brightly at him and allowed the door to swing shut between them while she took up residence in her office. At least he’d gotten a step further and they were going to be spending their free time together. Only thing was, she had opened up his invitation to the others and that meant that he was going to have to somehow try and lose them without the brunette becoming suspicious.
Jane didn’t know whether or not to be thrilled or disappointed when Lisbon sent him and Cho out to talk to the stepmother for a second time. After all, forensics had just got back and stated that the only prints on Luke Sayers’ needle, other than his own, were that of Christine’s. It could either be a massive coincidence or the stepmother was the guilty party. Lisbon secretly hoped that it was the latter; that would mean the case would be swiftly solved and Jane wouldn’t have had time to get up to his normal hijinks.
“That wasn’t what you meant, was it?” Cho asked the moment that they had pulled out of the CBI parking lot. “Taking all of us out to dinner?”
Jane shook his head in response. He hoped that Cho, in showing his understanding of the situation, would be more than happy to excuse himself from the meal, meaning he only had to somehow shake off Van Pelt and Rigsby later on.
“I’m still coming, you know?”
Or, in typical Cho fashion, he would continue goading him as he had Rigsby. Jane sank miserably into his seat, trying to avoid looking at the smirk erupting on the Asian agent’s face. He should have known that Cho wouldn’t want to miss out on the meal, not for the free food, but for the sheer entertainment purposes that the man no doubt anticipated would unfold. What with Rigsby and Van Pelt pretending nothing was happening between them under their boss’ nose and the blond’s determination to wine and dine said boss, it was going to be interesting to say the least.
When they arrived at their destination, Jane was thoroughly relieved to get out of the car, mainly because it only seemed like Cho opened his mouth to tease him. As he approached the house, two young kids were out playing in the yard - a boy and a girl - and neither batted an eyelid as he approached them. The boy kicked a soccer ball in Jane’s direction and within a matter of seconds, the three of them were involved in a rough game of soccer, though it lacked any semblance of structure and rules. The children froze when Cho eventually approached them, deciding that Jane had had enough fun and games for one day.
“So, where’s your Mom?” Jane asked the boy who scooped up the ball with a shrug. “Oh c’mon, you must have some idea. What about your Dad?”
“Leave Archie alone!” the girl snapped. “When he says he dunno, he means he dunno.”
“Who’s looking after you then?” Cho queried, his patience running thin.
“Our brothers, duh,” she stated as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mon Archie, we shouldn’t talk to strangers.”
Unperturbed, Cho strolled through the gate to knock on the front door, completely ignoring the protests of the children. He simply scowled at them and rapped smartly on the red-painted front door. Eventually a harassed looking eighteen year old man answered the door, having grown fed up with the noise.
“Hi, CBI,” Cho spoke while quickly flashing his badge. “Can we have a few words.”
The brunette shrugged and allowed the door to swing open so that Jane and Cho could follow him inside.
“We’re very sorry for the loss of your stepbrother,” Jane said and he shrugged again. “Where were you when I came here with Agent Lisbon?”
“Baseball.”
“Oh. Where’s your Mom?”
“Dunno.”
“Out of interest, can you actually speak in sentences?”
“Yeah.”
“Prove it.”
“Why should I?”
“Aha!”
“Oh, big deal.”
“So you’re here looking after your younger brother and sister?”
“And the chameleon.”
Once he had imparted the important knowledge of looking after said chameleon, he seemed to refuse to speak again. At a loss, they left in silence, but not before the younger two children managed to involve Jane in a second game of soccer. Once they were back in the car, Cho had already decided that gate crashing Jane’s dinner was definitely payment enough for him messing around with the kids. Part of him had really wanted to take the eighteen year old back with him, but he didn’t really have grounds to do so. Besides, he had pretty much confirmed that his mother had done a runner with a husband. Something which painted them both guilty in Cho’s eyes.
Lisbon was still scowling in irritation at the latest developments in the case when Jane picked her up from her home at seven p.m. sharp. Despite, or maybe because of her annoyance, the blond decided she looked particularly alluring. It may also have had something to do with the fact that she was wearing a skirt, something which only happened once in a blue moon. The skirt which was seemingly her only acknowledgement that this was a semi-formal occasion which wasn’t suited to the sharp suits she wore to work.
“You’re still annoyed that our prime suspect has done a disappearing act, aren’t you?” Jane commented nonchalantly as he drove rather sedately to the restaurant he had picked out.
“Yes!” she snapped, before calming down slightly. “Yes. And I suppose this is the time when you tell me not to worry, she isn’t guilty anyway and you’ll have the murderer within the next twelve hours?”
Lisbon glared at him, skeptical eyebrow raised and he tore his eyes from the road in front of him to flash her a quick, cheeky grin.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Jane.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied. “And no, I’m not going to tell you not to worry about her because I’m fairly certain she’s guilty too.”
“Oh.”
“You were hoping for me to say otherwise?”
She shrugged and they fell into a restive silence. When they pulled up at the restaurant, the other three were waiting at the door, Van Pelt shivering under Rigsby’s jacket and Rigsby trying to look like he was tough enough not to be afraid of a little bit of cold weather. As Jane helped an unappreciative-looking Lisbon out of the car, he decided that he’d have found the pair of them hilarious. If he hadn’t had Cho watching his every move or his ulterior motives, of course. It would have helped if the brunette wasn’t so damn stubborn too. He quickly decided this was either going to go without a hitch or be an absolute disaster. For some reason, he had a feeling that the latter was more likely than the former.
TBC…
Or over on Fanfiction.net
Part Four here
Author:
tromanaRating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Lisbon was so used to focusing one hundred percent on the job that she just wasn’t used to flirtation or the mere concept of being seduced. Jane/Lisbon
Notes: Jello-Forever Secret Santa Gift for the super lovely Ebony10, who asked for “Jane is ready for a relationship with Lisbon, but she keeps missing the hints.”
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two
Part Three - Sometimes, Being Blunt is Best
When Lisbon had arrived at work, the first thing she did was announce to the occupants of the bullpen that she didn’t want to be disturbed unless they had any news about the case. Without another word, she disappeared into the kitchenette, not trusting anyone else to fix her morning coffee after yesterday’s debacle that mainly revolved around her caffeine withdrawal. Cho, at this revelation, raised a skeptical eyebrow in Jane’s direction. He gave the blond man five minutes until he got bored and decided to disturb the boss. Especially given the consultant’s apparent interest and determination to seduce the poor woman in the immediate future. The Asian agent had already decided that Jane’s fervor was either going to mean that Lisbon would comply somewhat willingly to his desires or that he was doomed from the start. Which way it was more likely to go still appeared to be approximately a fifty-fifty chance, however.
Cho was absolutely right. Five minutes of staring at, but not actually doing, a crossword puzzle and Jane was already yearning for contact with the brunette agent. And he’d already formulated plans as well. In fact, it was all he’d been thinking about overnight while the majority of California slept. Yes, he’d dismissed it as sophomoric in the past. Yes, it was a little bit, well, simple and he was famed for liking tricks and complexity. But, in some cases, the easy things were the most effective. And if she couldn’t pick up the less ‘direct’ hints, sometimes you just had to rely on the proven, safe techniques. Okay, so he didn’t exactly have any theories on the case and that was likely to piss her off, but that wasn’t going to stop Jane. He pushed himself up from his couch and strolled over towards Lisbon’s office, managing to time it so that he met her just in front of the door to her office. Smiling brightly, he twisted his hands together, noting just how sweaty his palms had become. That was unusual, to say the least. He pulled his gaze up from the floor, to spot her green eyes, catlike and unblinking, focused on him and looking ever so slightly bemused.
“Yes, Jane?” she prompted when he had remained silent for a good thirty seconds, hoping, yet doubting he would have something useful to say.
“I was wondering, as it’s likely to be another late night…” Jane sucked in a deep breath. It had been years since he had been this nervous around a woman. “Would you like to go out for dinner? My treat.”
Lisbon blinked at him and Jane glanced to the ground yet again, ever so slightly embarrassed. Was she trying to work out what the catch was? Because if she was, he was trying to be genuine. He had a feeling that, going by her previous reactions, if he bluntly told her that, she would probably just laugh in his face.
“Sure,” she answered, pushing her door open with her free hand and a smile broke out across Jane’s face. “Guys? Jane’s just offered to take us out for dinner. A quiet night out as we’re still working on a case, right Jane?”
The team murmured their appreciation, Rigsby, somewhat unsurprisingly, being particularly vocal. She beamed brightly at him and allowed the door to swing shut between them while she took up residence in her office. At least he’d gotten a step further and they were going to be spending their free time together. Only thing was, she had opened up his invitation to the others and that meant that he was going to have to somehow try and lose them without the brunette becoming suspicious.
Jane didn’t know whether or not to be thrilled or disappointed when Lisbon sent him and Cho out to talk to the stepmother for a second time. After all, forensics had just got back and stated that the only prints on Luke Sayers’ needle, other than his own, were that of Christine’s. It could either be a massive coincidence or the stepmother was the guilty party. Lisbon secretly hoped that it was the latter; that would mean the case would be swiftly solved and Jane wouldn’t have had time to get up to his normal hijinks.
“That wasn’t what you meant, was it?” Cho asked the moment that they had pulled out of the CBI parking lot. “Taking all of us out to dinner?”
Jane shook his head in response. He hoped that Cho, in showing his understanding of the situation, would be more than happy to excuse himself from the meal, meaning he only had to somehow shake off Van Pelt and Rigsby later on.
“I’m still coming, you know?”
Or, in typical Cho fashion, he would continue goading him as he had Rigsby. Jane sank miserably into his seat, trying to avoid looking at the smirk erupting on the Asian agent’s face. He should have known that Cho wouldn’t want to miss out on the meal, not for the free food, but for the sheer entertainment purposes that the man no doubt anticipated would unfold. What with Rigsby and Van Pelt pretending nothing was happening between them under their boss’ nose and the blond’s determination to wine and dine said boss, it was going to be interesting to say the least.
When they arrived at their destination, Jane was thoroughly relieved to get out of the car, mainly because it only seemed like Cho opened his mouth to tease him. As he approached the house, two young kids were out playing in the yard - a boy and a girl - and neither batted an eyelid as he approached them. The boy kicked a soccer ball in Jane’s direction and within a matter of seconds, the three of them were involved in a rough game of soccer, though it lacked any semblance of structure and rules. The children froze when Cho eventually approached them, deciding that Jane had had enough fun and games for one day.
“So, where’s your Mom?” Jane asked the boy who scooped up the ball with a shrug. “Oh c’mon, you must have some idea. What about your Dad?”
“Leave Archie alone!” the girl snapped. “When he says he dunno, he means he dunno.”
“Who’s looking after you then?” Cho queried, his patience running thin.
“Our brothers, duh,” she stated as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mon Archie, we shouldn’t talk to strangers.”
Unperturbed, Cho strolled through the gate to knock on the front door, completely ignoring the protests of the children. He simply scowled at them and rapped smartly on the red-painted front door. Eventually a harassed looking eighteen year old man answered the door, having grown fed up with the noise.
“Hi, CBI,” Cho spoke while quickly flashing his badge. “Can we have a few words.”
The brunette shrugged and allowed the door to swing open so that Jane and Cho could follow him inside.
“We’re very sorry for the loss of your stepbrother,” Jane said and he shrugged again. “Where were you when I came here with Agent Lisbon?”
“Baseball.”
“Oh. Where’s your Mom?”
“Dunno.”
“Out of interest, can you actually speak in sentences?”
“Yeah.”
“Prove it.”
“Why should I?”
“Aha!”
“Oh, big deal.”
“So you’re here looking after your younger brother and sister?”
“And the chameleon.”
Once he had imparted the important knowledge of looking after said chameleon, he seemed to refuse to speak again. At a loss, they left in silence, but not before the younger two children managed to involve Jane in a second game of soccer. Once they were back in the car, Cho had already decided that gate crashing Jane’s dinner was definitely payment enough for him messing around with the kids. Part of him had really wanted to take the eighteen year old back with him, but he didn’t really have grounds to do so. Besides, he had pretty much confirmed that his mother had done a runner with a husband. Something which painted them both guilty in Cho’s eyes.
Lisbon was still scowling in irritation at the latest developments in the case when Jane picked her up from her home at seven p.m. sharp. Despite, or maybe because of her annoyance, the blond decided she looked particularly alluring. It may also have had something to do with the fact that she was wearing a skirt, something which only happened once in a blue moon. The skirt which was seemingly her only acknowledgement that this was a semi-formal occasion which wasn’t suited to the sharp suits she wore to work.
“You’re still annoyed that our prime suspect has done a disappearing act, aren’t you?” Jane commented nonchalantly as he drove rather sedately to the restaurant he had picked out.
“Yes!” she snapped, before calming down slightly. “Yes. And I suppose this is the time when you tell me not to worry, she isn’t guilty anyway and you’ll have the murderer within the next twelve hours?”
Lisbon glared at him, skeptical eyebrow raised and he tore his eyes from the road in front of him to flash her a quick, cheeky grin.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Jane.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied. “And no, I’m not going to tell you not to worry about her because I’m fairly certain she’s guilty too.”
“Oh.”
“You were hoping for me to say otherwise?”
She shrugged and they fell into a restive silence. When they pulled up at the restaurant, the other three were waiting at the door, Van Pelt shivering under Rigsby’s jacket and Rigsby trying to look like he was tough enough not to be afraid of a little bit of cold weather. As Jane helped an unappreciative-looking Lisbon out of the car, he decided that he’d have found the pair of them hilarious. If he hadn’t had Cho watching his every move or his ulterior motives, of course. It would have helped if the brunette wasn’t so damn stubborn too. He quickly decided this was either going to go without a hitch or be an absolute disaster. For some reason, he had a feeling that the latter was more likely than the former.
TBC…
Or over on Fanfiction.net
Part Four here