Hey there. This is a one shot using the Jack Johnson song Cocoon as inspiration. I had said that I was going to post the next chapters for my other two fics. The Thin Red Lines and my Next Girl but that was before my kids and I all caught a cold. I'm still hoping to be able to post chapter 3 for My Next Girl but in the meantime I felt bad for leaving you guys hanging. So hear you go, this is my take on how a Jane /Lisbon hook up might happen. Not great but you guys are always so encouraging in the reviews that I figured I should do something for you while I work on my other stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist or the song Cocoon but my birthday is coming up so if anyone wants to have Jack Johnson serenade me or drop off a bow topped Simon Baker at my house that would be awesome.

Regrets and Cocoons

She lay as still as possible, breath even, feigning sleep. Her arm was asleep and her bladder uncomfortably full but she was afraid to move, afraid it would cost her this moment and the warmth of the man pressed against her naked back.

Well based on your smile
I'm betting all of this
Might be over soon
But you're bound to win
Cause if I'm betting against you
I think I'd rather lose
But this is all that I have

A long day, a bad case, a dead body and red smiley painted in blood on the wall. It had all combined to have Patrick Jane straining at the leash on his sanity and Teresa Lisbon's patience strained. It had grown dark, they were no closer to finding Red John and the others had left, leaving them alone. "To wallow in our respective feelings of guilt and failure," "Well not today," she said with a bitter smile, opening the bottom right drawer of her desk. She'd picked up the shiny glass bottle and heading out to the couch were her consultant pretended to sleep she thought "If anyone deserves to forget, even for just a night, it's the two of us."

So please
Take what's left of this heart and use
Please use only what you really need
You know I only have so little
So please
Mend your broken heart and leave

He'd looked surprised when she offered him the first shot but seeing the look on her face he'd know why, he'd understood. (Of course he knew, he always knows, which is why she wondered why he wasn't able to tell she was faking sleep) She wanted to forget, to loosen her control, if only for a short while but she couldn't do it, didn't trust herself to be alone with the bottle. So he nodded yes when he should have said no and when the bottle was empty and she suggested taking a cab to her place for more he agreed. He knew she didn't want to be alone and he had nothing to go home to but a blood stained wall.

I know it's not your style
I can tell by the way that you move
It's real, real soon
But I'm on your side
And I don't want to be your regret
I'd rather be your cocoon
But this is all that you have

So they'd found themselves on her couch, half a bottle of tequila and a few bottles of wine later. He'd asked about Sam and for once she'd talked. About the Christmas Eve they'd spent on a stake out, the practical jokes he loved to play on the narcotics team and the time he'd held her as she cried after killing her first criminal. She even had the courage to ask what he remembered best about them, the family Red John had taken from him. His smile had faded and his eye's had taken on a faraway look she'd flushed red and started to stutter out an apology when he'd placed his hand on hers and said "music," "I remember they loved music." She'd looked at him and for the first time the mask was down. His eyes were lit up with happy memories and there was a soft, sweet smile on his face.

So please
Let me take what's left of your heart and I will use
I swear I'll use only what I need
I know you only have so little
So please
Let me mend my broken heart and

But the smile had faded and his eyes had filled with tears when he'd added "and coming home, I remember coming home and finding them." She'd turned her hand and laced her fingers through his. She rested the other on his cheek and leaned into him, intending to comfort, to hold she rested her face against his and given him a kiss on the cheek. But the alcohol and tears, her weakness for him and the feeling she'd tried to keep buried conspired against her. Conspired against them both so it hadn't taken much more than her breath sweet and warm on his face to have him pulling her closer and slanting his mouth against hers. From there all thoughts had left and it was all roving hands and panting breaths. A few sharp pulls and tugs and they had been skin to skin before reason could intrude and when she'd walked to the stairs throwing a hot look and an inviting smile over her shoulder, his only thought had been to follow her.

You said this was all you had
And it's all I need
But blah blah blah
Because it fell apart and
I guess it's all you knew
And all I have
But now we have
Only confused hearts and
I guess all we have
Is really all we need

It was hours later and she lay wrapped in blankets and cocooned by the warmth of the man sleeping next to her. She dreaded his waking. She knew all the reasons why it should never have happened, had spent the night cataloging them in her head. He was still in love with his wife, he planned to killing Red John or die trying, she would have to arrest him if he succeeded, he was jeopardizing her career, she had fallen in love with him. So many reasons, all valid reasons why they should regret what had happened but she didn't, she couldn't. So she stayed awake while he slept, committing every touch and breath to memory. They would be all she had soon and to tell the truth it was more than she'd ever expected. But she closed her eyes and pretended sleep when he got up to got dressed. She felt him standing over her, felt his hand brush against her cheek but she kept her self still and her eyes closed until he turned and walked out of the room. She hadn't wanted to see the regret and guilt in his eyes and she knew he wouldn't want to see the love in hers so she lay there, as she heard her front door close, with her tears and her memories telling herself they would be enough.

So please
Let's take these broken hearts and use
Let's use only what we really need
You know we only have so little
So please
Take these broken hearts and leave

Thanks for reading. Please review.

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