I liked writing the other story on The Mentalist, so I decieded to write another. I like this one better though. If I could write a script for an episode of the Mentalist, it would be something like this. Please review when you are finished reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist.

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Achoo! Ugh- where is that Kleenex box? The agent thought to herself. Lisbon rummaged around the desk for a napkin, moving the papers that needed signing around until she gave up convinced that there was nothing there for her to use. She wiped her hands on her jeans as a poor excuse for sanitation. She leaned her elbows on the disorderly desk and rested her forehead into her hands trying to calm her headache.

"Good morning Lisbon, how are you this morning?" Patrick Jane asked as he walked past the open door of his boss' office. He walked in smiling as he had done every day, laughing to himself as he greeted each member of the team who were all clearly not morning people. Each had complained of how it wasn't a holiday or how they had too much paper work that they didn't feel like going through.

Lisbon got up from her desk and walked to the door, "I don't feel like dealing with you right now," she said as she began to close the door but was prevented from closing it all the way, leaving it ajar with Jane's foot in between the door and the wall.

He pushed the door fully open with his free hand, "You look sick." He stated slightly surprised.

"You're allergic to something around here aren't you?" it was more of a fact than a question.

Lisbon rolled her eyes, "How do you know that? It could just be a cold."

"Well yes, but if it were a cold you wouldn't have as bad of a stomach ache as you do now. We both know that your stomach doesn't hurt when you have a cold," he smiled at his observation. He felt a sense of accomplishment as she looked at him with a confused expression.

"How did you…" she started.

"Well, you're hands automatically cross over your stomach when they usually place your hands on your hips, as a sign of authority perhaps. Plus you're slouching even as you just stand here watching me analyze your symptoms. Again, that isn't your typical body language. Standing up straight makes you feel taller," he said with the smile never leaving.

She opened her mouth and started to say something when he spoke up again to prove his point, "Plus you get colds during late fall, not in the middle of April."

She smiled and looked to the floor to hide her laughter, how does he always find a way to amuse her, even when she is sick? "Fine, so what am I allergic to?"

He turned from his right side to his left side and examined his surroundings, seeking out changes in each room. Nothing. He shoved his way into her office, pushing her aside with his body. Lisbon felt so awkward whenever someone touched her, especially Jane.

"Lilies," he finally concluded, putting his tea cup down on her desk.

She stared at him for a moment and raised her eyebrows, "Really? Lilies?"

"Yes, Rigsby just had some delivered to VanPelt's desk. They are still sitting there from an hour ago. Tell me, when did you start feeling so under the weather?"

Lisbon dropped her arms and rolled her eyes, "About an hour ago," she admitted angrily, "there, now that we have solved the mystery can you please get out of her so I can work?" She hated being wrong, ever since she was younger she had always competitive.

He laughed, "You know for someone so smart, you sure are slow when it comes to understanding people personalities."

"What do you mean?"

"You know that I'm not going to leave this alone, and yet you try to be rid of me anyway."

"Jane, that's not my job- that's your job. My job right now is to finish all of this paper work, so please go and annoy someone else," Lisbon almost begged him to leave.

He walked towards her and continued to smile, but his eyes gave off another expression. Lisbon tried to stop him but he forced her to backup until they were both out of the room. Once Jane had gotten her out he grabbed her hand and dragged her into the bullpen. She had never realized how strong he was, but it became apparent as she failed to free her hand.

"I have an important announcement to make everyone," he paused as everyone turned to look at him. By this time Lisbon was squirming to be free, "Lisbon is feeling a little sick because of Rigsby and VanPelt's displays of affection."

Lisbon quickly turned her head to VanPelt who had clearly taken it the wrong way, "No- it's not as bad as it sounds. Jane thinks that I'm allergic to the-"

The consultant pulled her closer to him and placed his other hand over her mouth. Lisbon had given up, Jane was bigger and stronger than she was and was in no mood to be embarrassed in front of her team. Lisbon's stomach dropped as he pulled her closer until her back was pressed against his stomach with now both of her hands bound behind her back and her mouth covered.

"Jane let her go, she is going to shoot you if you're not careful," Cho warned.

"Yeah Jane, it may be funny to us but she might kill you when you finally let her go," Rigsby managed to say through laughing. Lisbon shot him her famous 'shut up or else' look and immediately he looked like a deer in the headlights who was on the brink of death. Lisbon smiled to herself.

"I…I don't believe you Jane…" VanPelt muttered. She looked hurt, avoiding everyone else's stare. Her boss tried as best as she could to look like she was sorry and that she never said that but VanPelt still didn't look at her.

"Oh yes, she was telling me just a few minutes ago how much it made her stomach hurt," everyone looked up at Jane when he said this. Lisbon felt her face become red which she felt was a sign of weakness- she had enough of this. Within a matter of seconds Jane and Lisbon had switched places. Jane's hands were bound behind his back with hand cuffs and Lisbon covered his mouth. She muttered something under her breath about why she was boss and how she wanted to kill Jane.

"VanPelt, I would never say that. Jane just thinks that I'm allergic to the flowers Rigsby sent you, which are beautiful by the way," she apologized, "Rigsby if you ever laugh at me like…" Achoo! "Ugh, if you ever laugh at me again I'll shoot you. And I think it was sweet for you to send those to her."

Jane began to mumble something but was silenced by Lisbon shoving her elbow into his back, "And thanks a lot Cho, I'm glad I have you on the team to back me up. See what happens the next time you need my help. And as for you, Jane…"

"What's all this?! What in the hell are you doing to him Lisbon?" Minelli yelled, "If he gets hurt he could sue! You know that's a liability, Agent! Now release him and give me good cause for this nonsense or I will have to suspend you."

Lisbon unlocked the hand cuffs and let Jane go, "Well allow me to explain…" he started.

"Dear God," she said with her head in her hand.

"You see Lisbon was feeling a little sick this morning because of an allergic reaction due to some flowers that were delivered to VanPelt. When I told the team about this, they took it the wrong way assuming that Lisbon was sick to her stomach because of the meaning of the flowers and not the flowers themselves."

"What he failed to mention is that he dragged her into the bullpen from her office," Cho said.

"Yeah, and that he had her hands bound and his hand over her mouth the same way that you saw Lisbon do to Jane," Rigsby added.

"He also didn't tell you how he said that Lisbon was sick. He said 'she told me just a few minutes ago how sick the flowers made her'. He was telling the truth, but the way he said it made him sound like an ass." VanPelt shot Jane a look.

"So you see, Minelli. Lisbon was only joking around in the same way I was joking around with her."

"Fine; VanPelt take those flowers off your desk if they are going to make people sick, Jane don't start trouble. We could do just fine without your assistance. Lisbon, don't encourage him- I'm still holding you responsible for this. This is your team and if you can't keep them under control I'm sure that I can find another agent to take your place," Minelli ordered.

"Yes sir," Lisbon said. She waited for her boss to be out of sight and far away enough to not be able to hear her, "Thanks Jane." She said sarcastically and walked back to her office.

Jane had never experienced what it was like for the entire team to be angry with him, at least not all at the same time.

Okay, maybe I did take it too far… Jane noted to himself disappointed.

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"They found a body under the bridge by Clear Creek," Lisbon announced. Everyone sat up and grabbed their gear and ran to the elevator, relieved that they had a break from paper work, "Not you Jane. We don't need you for this one."

She and her consultant stared at each other for a moment, one checking to see if it was a joke and the other checking to make sure he would obey. Jane looked down and slowly walked back to his couch. Lisbon watched him put his hands behind his head and close his eyes to pretend to be asleep while waiting from the elevator.

She realized her phone was ringing after a few seconds, "Yes,"

"Agent Lisbon?"

"Yes?"

"I trust your team is headed to the bridge as we speak."

"May I ask who's calling?"

"You can, but you won't get an honest answer."

Lisbon paused, "What do you want?"

"I need to speak with someone on your team, I guess I know where to find him."

Before she could answer the line went dead. He wanted Patrick Jane.

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I would like to think of the time between chapters as commercial breaks. I don't know why but it always seemed appropriate to treat them like they were...

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