A/N: Yes, I know, there are WAY too many Rose-Colored Glasses fics and yes I've written one already and yes this is overly indulgent and predictable, but I just couldn't help myself. So sorry, but there's nothing new here. I just loved the ending and this song so much that I had to write this. This is dedicated to all of my Jello-Forever friends. Enjoy!
Spoilers: 2x11 Rose-Colored Glasses
Disclaimer: Don't own the Mentalist or the characters or the perfect love song that I stole this fic's title from.
More Than Words
She knew she was in trouble the instant the familiar tune filled the room. It had been a while. But every time she heard it, she had the same reaction, the feeling of a warm glow washing over her.
"Oh God, I used to love this song."
She hadn't meant to say the words out loud. But thoughts of her past came flooding back, happier moments from her adolescent years. Memories of a boy that she wished she had the courage to ask to dance with her at the prom.
"Love this song."
His voice brought her back to reality. Jane was grinning from ear to ear.
"I used to love this song," she corrected.
"You love this song," he repeated.
"Yeah."
"Obviously you want to dance."
His arm was outstretched, pointing to the dance floor already occupied with a number of couples. The implication of his words hit her a second later.
"With you?" she paused, shaking her head. "No."
Not that the idea wasn't at all appealing to her, far from it. A dance in the arms of Patrick Jane could only end disastrously.
"Oh c'mon, you could pretend that I'm that mean, cold hearted guy that you used to worship from afar but never talked to."
He had that smug look on his face when he finished. She hated (secretly, loved) that look. But by then she had already been seduced by the idea of realizing that fantasy dance that she'd always dreamed of as a young girl.
"No funny stuff," she warned as she reached for his hand.
"Really?" he quipped.
She laughed, noticing a huge grin spread across his face. He pulled her towards him, their arms finding hold almost immediately, her cheek finding the right spot on his shoulder. They had only danced for a brief moment when she felt his breath against her ear.
"Trumpet?"
Even his annoying little game of 'guess the instrument' couldn't put a damper on her mood. In fact, there was that small part of her that was savoring her small victory. And she would keep that little nugget of information away from him for as long as she could.
"Nope," she quipped, coyly.
All you have to do
Is close your eyes
And just reach out your hand
And touch me
Hold me close
Don't ever let me go
Her entire body relaxed against his, which was enough to effectively shut him up. She could feel all the stress and tension resulting from the case, melt away with each step. Eventually the song came to an end and she felt his grasp around her loosen ever so slightly. Just as she was about to lift her head, she found herself unable to, his hand preventing her from moving. She smiled, closing her eyes once more, resuming her previous position tucked in the crook of his neck. He had told her that she could pretend he was that 'mean, cold hearted guy', but the truth was she didn't have to. There was no need to pretend he was anybody else, other than himself.
More than words
Is all you ever needed to show
Then you wouldn't have to say
That you love me
Cause I already know…
Fin for now, Jello forever
