A/N: This turned out to be much longer than I expected so please be patient. I was expecting to write a 1,500 word story (long enough for a decent one-shot) as a post 6x22 (spoilers up to that ep) fic. Instead I am staring at more words than I can to count (I usually hand write stories before typing) and know that it will be better if I put it into chapters. So, for those of you that enjoyed Birthdays I am hoping this is just as good. I tried to stick very close to how I think the characters would react from the moment the camera stopped rolling. We start with Jane's POV. Happy Reading!

Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to The Mentalist.

Happiness

She left shortly after coming in to tell him she wasn't leaving. She had also confirmed his suspicions that she felt the same way he did. Her feelings for him were the one thing he had never been 100% sure about. Most of the time she was translucent, but every now and then she found a way to hide something from him. Usually, it wasn't important. Unfortunately, the one thing he wanted to be sure of before he spoke; was the one thing she had been able to hide from him. He chuckled to himself at the irony in the situation.

It was apparent to him that she hadn't planned on staying long when she came in to see him. She got her confirmation that he was indeed telling the truth and a kiss before she left to go to D.C. anyway. She promised she would be back in 24-48 hours depending on flights and how long it took to talk to Marcus Pike. He knew she felt incredibly guilty about stringing Marcus along and would need to tell him about all of the new developments in person. There was no other way in her mind. He would just come to see her if she called. None of it could be helped, and if he was honest with himself, it was his fault she had to leave anyway.

"Mr. Jane," Abbott said from the doorway. His stern expression did nothing to change Jane's jovial mood. "How long have you been here, Jane?"Agent Abbott asked him. Jane could detect a hint of laughter at the situation behind the other man's attempt at keeping an angry façade. That meant one of two possible things: the charges were fairly severe, or Abbott thought Jane had finally cracked and taken a swan dive off the deep end. Jane chuckled aloud. Abbott would have a mess to deal with because he was definitely not crazy.

"Jane, they are talking about terrorism. This is not a laughing matter," Abbott insisted. He crossed the room and sat in the chair vacated by Lisbon only half an hour before. Jane couldn't take the charges seriously because he hadn't (and still didn't) have a weapon on him. Also, no one on that plane was going to testify that they felt threatened by him at any time. Jane knew that the charges would somehow disappear. He might end up with a note in his file…again. Everyone knew his file had been the largest at the CBI and was probably the largest at the FBI as well, at least where consultants were concerned.

Finally, Jane decided to quit his musings and really look at the man across from him. The man that had taken the time to find him, bring him back, and even encourage him to go after Teresa. He really should thank Abbott, but he wasn't sure how. He wanted to tell Abbott that Lisbon was staying, but for some reason he knew he wouldn't have to. Instead, he gave the man a satisfied smile that couldn't possibly hide the joy he felt.

Abbott laughed, he laughed deep and long. Jane joined him after moment reveling in the feeling of sharing his sense of relief. She was staying. Lisbon was staying. Lisbon was staying for him. Nothing else really mattered to Jane. Nothing.

"Since I get to keep my top agent, I will find a way to get you out of this mess, Jane," Abbott assured him as he walked back out the door.