A/N:Warning: Possible Spoliers for Season 7 - Please stop reading now if you don't want my thoughts on it!

A few people have asked me to write something in relation to Lisbon's brothers appearing in S07. There are already a few other stories out there at the moment so I thought I'd take another slant on the episode to begin with. I believe, from spoilers I've read, that this is the episode where the vest appears again so here's my spin on where that's come from. Would love to know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist, the wonderful Bruno Heller does.

Vested Interest

Lisbon got into bed carrying a case file. Jane eyed her from his side as he took off his watch and put it on the bedside table beside him.

'What do you think you're doing, woman? We agreed. No work in the bedroom.'

'And we also agreed that there would be no impropriety at work, Jane' she replied curtly.

He moved across the bed closer to her, propping himself up on an elbow, his fingers running over the hem of her football jersey. 'Well what do you expect when you apprehended Walker earlier, such strength, vitality and energy, chasing him for four blocks like that? I couldn't help but show my appreciation.'

He moved the corner of the jersey away with his propped up hand and kissed her shoulder softly, his other hand moving up to caress her stomach under her top. He glanced up to see her pulse race. He moved his kiss to her neck, his tongue languidly moving there until he heard her breath hitch. He smiled against her soft skin. This was an infinitely better way of apologising to her than buying her a bear claw or doughnuts.

'I'm serious Jane. You can't just kiss me like that in front of people.'

Despite her arousal she was fighting hard against it. 'It was only Cho and Vega, Lisbon. It's not like they don't know we're together' he replied, his hand beginning to move to the underside of her breast, his kisses now at her earlobe. He felt her shiver against him.

'Still' she said, trying to stay in control but it came out in a breathy manner as he saw her eyes close as she began to lose the fight.

A moment later she gave in, turning the tables on him and pinning him back to his pillow, her kiss hot and passionate and the case file falling from the bed. He moaned and caressed her hairline, pulling her mouth onto his further, their tongues dancing with each other. She withdrew just long enough to whip off her jersey and he pulled her back to him roughly, his mouth on hers again in an instant.

Her cell phone rang on the table beside her. She had a cop's instincts, years of answering calls at all times of the night making her pull away from him immediately. But she only pulled away enough to give Jane time to pin her back to her side of the bed, his hungry mouth back on hers. 'Just leave it' he said, between kisses, moving his hand down her body to distract her from the incessant noise beside them.

'I can't, it must be important at this hour' she said. She pushed him away and he grumbled, flinging himself back to his own side. It really was a pain in the ass to be involved with a workaholic. She shot him a look of annoyance too, showing she was just as perturbed by this change in plans as he was.

She picked up the phone and answered it. 'Jimmy? What's wrong, what have you done now?'

Jane looked over at her, the line of worry etched on her brow, all thoughts of make up sex out of his thoughts instantly.

'Jimmy, you have to turn yourself in. You're a material witness, you could be arrested for this, you realise?'

After a few minutes of repeating much of the same things she hung up.

'What's happened?' Jane asked.

'My stupid dumb ass brother. He's on the run from the FBI.'

'Guess we're heading to Chicago' he replied.

They managed to talk Abbott into letting them take a flight out the following day so they could try to track him down. Cho was going with them to act as liaison with the FBI agents on the ground there.

James Lisbon had apparently been witness to the murder of a Chicago crime boss. The details were sketchy but it looked like his gambling addiction had reared its head again and he had gotten himself embroiled in a poker game with the wrong kind of people. Lisbon sighed as she packed her bag. Jane had disappeared early that morning saying he would meet them at the airport. She had been too distracted to ask him where he was going.

But now as she and Cho waited in the gate at the Airport she saw no sign of him. She looked at the screen in front of her. They were due to board in ten minutes. Where the hell was he?

A grunt from Cho who sat in the chair opposite got her attention. She saw a smile break out on his face and she was temporarily speechless. She had known Cho close to fifteen years and could count on her fingers how often she had seen him smile. She turned around to see what he thought was so funny. Her jaw dropped as Jane came into view, his carry on over his shoulder. He grinned on seeing her as he rushed to the gate, moving quickly through the throng of passengers coming and going.

As he approached he ran his hand through his hair. 'Phew, thought I was going to miss it. You have my ticket, right?' he said to her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

She blinked rapidly and looked him up and down. 'What...What are you wearing?'

'A suit, Lisbon. You've seen me wear them before. For years in fact.' He sat down beside Cho and looked over his shoulder at his newspaper.

She took in his appearance. It was as if time had stood still. He was dressed in a navy blue three piece suit, resplendent with vest and a crisp white shirt. Only his brown shoes remained of the outfit she had got used to over the past year. He was cleanly shaven too and it even looked like he had a haircut.

He continued to read over Cho's shoulder despite Cho pulling the paper away from him. 'You're staring, my dear' he replied, still not looking at her. 'The lust in your eyes is making poor Cho here uncomfortable.'

That was enough for Cho who handed Jane his paper and went over to a nearby vending machine to get a bottle of water.

'Why are you wearing that? I mean, why again after all this time?'

Jane shrugged, flipping over a page in the paper. 'We're going to Chicago, it's a lot colder there than Austin, thought I could do with an extra layer.'

Cho had sidled back up to stand beside Lisbon. 'Bull' he said.

Jane glanced up at him. 'Excuse me?'

'Bull. You're nervous about meeting Lisbon's other brothers. You're trying to make a good first impression.'

Lisbon saw a flicker of concession on Jane's face before he covered it up and went back to reading the paper. 'Nonsense' he replied.

'Jane?' Lisbon said, smiling.

He rolled his eyes, putting the paper down. 'Fine. Kimball, as ever, is correct.'

Cho shrugged and picked up his paper again, shuffling over to stand nearer the gate away from them.

Lisbon sat down beside him, a goofy smile on her face.

'Oh please Lisbon, enough already. Is it not bad enough that I couldn't even fool Cho. You know being in love with you is beginning to put me off my game.'

'Does that mean you want to break up?' she grinned.

'That's not remotely funny.' He put his arm around her shoulder. Never one for public shows of affection he was surprised when she started to finger the buttons on his vest in slow, tantalising strokes. She whispered in his ear. 'Do you remember years ago when you tried to guess what my 'thing' was?'

'Mmm?' he replied, not really capable of much more than one syllables as her hot breath filled his ear.

'You said turtlenecks' she continued. 'Well, you were wrong.' She kissed him lightly on the earlobe, her fingers still dancing along his vest.

He closed his eyes for a second, using all manner to control himself from pouncing on her right there and then.

'Interesting' he said, a little more hoarsely than he would have liked after a minute.

A/N: Addendum: I have been informed by the wonderful Florale that this isn't in fact the episode the vest reapperars so perhaps now take this chapter with some artistic licence attached to it instead!