A/N: I didn't write this! It wrote itself! I promise! So, you can't kill me… I would say Jane is OOC…

Disclaimer: If I owned the Mentalist…. Yeah, I'm tired, I got nothing. Can we just say I don't own the Mentalist and move on?

Lisbon walked to her desk and, with a dramatic sigh, plopped down in her seat. The ceiling had glittery hearts hanging down from several different places. Her couch had a pink cover over it. Her computer had clinging hearts attached to it!

She felt like exploding. This was ridiculous! It wasn't kindergarten again!

"You're just mad because he didn't ask you out!" She frowned. She really wished her brain would hush!

"I can't hush, I'm your subconscious. I say the stuff you're afraid to, and until you have said all of the stuff I would normally say, I can't hush!" She glared.

"You know, if you would be quiet, that would be great." She said aloud.

"Wow, I guess you're the psychic now! I didn't even say anything!" She turned to Jane, surprised. She blushed, but she tried to hide it with annoyance.

"Why would I tell you to be quiet if I could read your mind?" Jane chuckled.

"I was just thinking about how beautiful you looked. Especially when you blush." He added as she did so. She smiled, but quickly brushed it off of her face.

"What did you do this time?" Jane laughed.

"I'm not allowed to tell you you're beautiful?" She blushed even harder.

"Come on, Teresa, you know you can't hide anything from me!" She smiled slightly.

"Why would you want to?" Lisbon had to laugh at that.

"Maybe because whenever I let you in on any little detail of my personal life, you drive me crazy with it!"

"Name one time I did that!" She frowned at him.

"Um, what about the time you found out that I played an instrument in high school! You still ask me from time to time what I played!" Jane smiled charmingly.

"Well, my dear, I just want to find out as much as I can about you!" She stared at him.

"Jane, are you ok?" He looked at her, confused.

"Why yes, my dear, I'm with you! How could I not be ok?" Lisbon frowned. She didn't know what was going on here, but she would get to the bottom of it!

"Now, my dear, why must you over-analyze everything? It's Valentines Day, and I am treating you the way you deserve, the way…" He studied her for a moment before adding in a quiet voice,

"The way you were never treated growing up." She blinked. He moved closer to her and took her hand. She stood up in confusion. He gently pulled her into his arms, and pulled one hand free, cutting on a CD player that she hadn't even noticed. More than words started playing softly. They began to sway side to side. She tentatively put her head on his shoulder. He began to sing softly along with it. It felt so weird hearing Jane singing a love song into her ear. It felt weird to be dancing with her team's consultant in her office.

And yet it felt right. She had been in love with said consultant for a long time, and now she was dancing with him. She wasn't going to question it, not then at least.

"More than Words…" The song finished. Jane gently bent his head and kissed her. By the time she realized what was happening, he had pulled away.

"Happy Valentines Day, my Lisbon." Again his lips met hers. When he pulled away this time, confusion covered her face.

"Jane, what…?" He smiled and whispered,

"Patrick." She smiled in confusion.

"Patrick." She repeated slowly.

"Patrick and Teresa. Teresa. Teresa." She blinked in confusion. His voice sounded so distant.

"Teresa Lisbon?" She blinked again. She saw Jane staring at her in confusion.

"Lisbon, are you ok? You kind of zoned out for a moment." She blushed in a major way.

"Oh, no, I just… the decorations are kind of annoying." He chuckled and answered,

"Which is why you were calling me Patrick?"

A/N: So, what did you think? Did you like? :)