Okie-dokie! So this is my first fan fiction on the Mentalist! So please go easy on me. Im a new fan of the show, so if I get something wrongtell me and I will do my best to fix it! Mkay? Thank you! So please read and review! J Have fun! Ohand it is a bit heavy in the Jisbon category! NOT A LOVE STORY! I promise!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Mentalist or any of the wonderful characters! I do own the bad guys! Thanks!

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"Jane, come on. We don't have time for this!"

"Just one time, Lisbon! Come on!"

Lisbon tried to pull her hand away from the annoying consultant, but he wouldnt have that. He pulled her out of her seat and lead her into the middle of the bullpen, smiling as he did so. He kept a hold of her hand, keeping eye contact with her the whole way and pinning her down with his intense stare. She hated it when he did that. He could be such a child at times. Always demanding attention and never stopping until he got it.

She'd been busy working on a case--an important one at that--trying to pin a well-known mob boss to a murder and fraud charge. They had been working hard all morning long--chasing paper trails, false leads, and all other kinds of dead ends. Well, everyone but Jane had been working hard. He'd spent most of the day pestering the mess out of Lisbon. Sitting on her desk, whistling annoying show tunes, sipping tea noisily, and asking her stupid questions about unrelated subjects. Not that it was out of the ordinary, but it was still annoying. But it had gotten worse when he realized Van Pelt had a CD player on her computer. And that put him on a roll.

He practically dragged the poor CBI leader to the center of the floor in want of a dance. She tried to protest, but Jane wouldn't hear of it. He was so stubborn sometimes.

Jane stopped and looked over at a smiling Van Pelt. She had been all for a break in the monotonous paper diving of the day, and she had agreed to help Jane with his little scheme. "Maestro?" he said with a flourish of his hand. Grace grinned sweetly and pressed play. Frank Sinatras, Ive Got You Under My Skin, played softly through the office as Jane smiled mischievously at his victi...companion...

"Jane, please dont make me do this," Lisbon complained. She gave a pleading look to Grace who just shrugged and pretended to go back to work. So much for that plan.

Patrick ignored Lisbon's whining and took her right hand in his. "Oh, come on, Lisbon, have some fun. Goodness knows you need it," he commented as he began to twirl her around in a circle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she hissed as he spun her around again. She heard Rigsby snicker. Her eyes focused on the huge cop as she was twirled around to face him. The big man squirmed in his seat as she pinned him with a glare. Van Pelt snickered at Rigsby's reaction. Lisbon was three sizes shorter than the dark haired man, but she could still put the fear of Lisbon in his heart. And he always looked so adorable when she did.

"It means, you've been working too hard," Patrick stated as he pulled her closer to him and placed her left hand on his shoulder. "Besides," She tried to slide it off, but he quickly jerked her hand back up. "you can go back to finding evidence against your little mob boss through a paper trail when I'm done." He gently placed his right hand on her waist. Her heart sped up as he touched her side.

"The more time we spend dancing, the farther away Antonio Emilio gets!" she said, trying to hide her embarrassing discomfort.

Jane made a snorting noise. "The man thinks he's untouchable. He's a self-absorbed, overly confident man-"

"Now, who does that sound like?" interrupted Lisbon with a smirk.

Jane gave her a grin and spun her quickly. Lisbon's head began to swim as the sudden movement caught her off guard. "As I was saying," Jane said as he pulled Lisbon back into his arms. "he's overly confident and is bound to make a mistake soon."

Lisbon steadied her dizzied head. "And if he doesn't? What if we miss him because you had me doing the foxtrot across the bullpen?"

"First of all, we are waltzing," he corrected as they danced across the floor. "I never learned how to do the foxtrot. And second of all..." He pulled her closer to him, their bodies now pressed tightly together. Oh, why wouldn't her heart quit fluttering like that!

"W-We have to finish this case," she interrupted, her voice wavering as Jane swayed back and forth with her in his arms. Wow, she never knew he was this muscular. "I mean, seriously, whats the point of this?"

Jane twirled with her in his arms and enjoyed the little flicker of discomfort that played across her face. "I told you. Fun. You needed a break." He winked at her.

Lisbon rolled her eyes and tried to push him away, but he held on tight. "Jane! We have work to do! We don't have time for breaks!" she growled. "If the biggest crime lord in California gets away because you were being an idiot, Im going to lock you up!" she snapped as she tried to pull her hands away from him.

"Hold on, Lisbon. We're almost finished," he teased as he kept a hold of her. He spun one last time around the bullpen enjoying the glares from the enraged Lisbon in his arms. She was so cute when she was angry. "And now," he said with a mischievous grin. His eyes sparkled with delight. "the finale!"

"Finale?" she squeaked. She gave Jane a disgusted look. "Oh, please, no!"

Jane's eyes lit up as he dipped Lisbon in his arms, holding her just inches away from the floor. The detective's eyes widened as she saw his face so close to hers...within kiss...er...head butting distance of her own. She tried to stifle a blush that was slowly finding its way to her face as he held her there for a few more seconds.

"That's not awkward," came the unmistakably monotone voice of Cho from the doorway.

Jane and Lisbon disconnected their gazes from each other and stared up at Cho. The blush that had been trying to fight its way onto Lisbon's face broke past her emotional barriers and graced her cheeks. This was so humiliating. Cho just stared down at them; a look that read "saw that one coming," appeared on his face before he made his way back to his desk.

"Jane! Let me up! This is not professional!" she hissed as she focused back on his face. She struck him on the shoulder with her loose hand, hoping he'd let go.

Jane grinned. "No, it's not. But it's fun." Lisbon growled at him. Patrick just shrugged and lifted her up, spinning her a couple of times before releasing her. The CBI detective shook her head as the quickness of the spins caused her head to swirl once again. She stood there for a minute, trying to focus her eyes.

"I hate you," she stated as she grumpily made her way back to her desk, staggering part of the way.

Jane sighed and stretched out on the brown couch by the window. "No you dont," he yawned. He laid his body across the cushions and crossed his arms behind his head. "You just hate the fact that you find me so blindingly attractive."

The whole office went silent as they stared, dumb struck, at the smirking Jane. Lisbon opened her mouth to retort, but nothing would come out. She tried desperately to find something to say, but her brain went completely blank. Suddenly, her phone rang giving her a reason to ignore Jane's teasing. The consultant just looked up at her smugly and winked, provoking an exasperated sigh from Lisbon as she yanked the phone off of the receiver.

"Lisbon here," she said shortly, still glaring at Jane's smug face. How she hated it when he was right!

"There's a body under the Golden Gate Bridge."

He was just so smug...Wait, what?

Lisbon blinked in surprise and stared down at her desk. "What did you just say?" she asked. Maybe she had heard him wrong.

"There's a body under the Golden Gate Bridge," repeated the deep, hard voice.

"That's what I thought you said," she said with surprise and disbelief. He was direct. "Uh, may I ask who's calling?"

"No," came the gruff reply.

Lisbon blinked. "Okay..." She was at a loss of words.

"I want Mr. Jane on the case," demanded the mystery caller.

Lisbon stared at the couch where Jane was lying, his eyes closed and his hands folded neatly behind his head. "Uh, why do you want him? He's just a consultant." Jane's eyes fluttered open.

"I just do. Short and simple." He paused. "And this may help you with your current case, Theresa." And with that, the line went dead. Lisbon held the phone in her hands for a few astonished seconds before slipping it back in its cradle. Help her with her current case? How did he know they were evern working on one? Or her first name?

Her eyes darted to the couch where Jane was now standing by, his curious eyes staring into her bewildered ones. She sighed and looked at the rest of the team, their eyes all focused on her.

"Looks like we have another case. Apparently, it could lead us to Emilio."

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"Well, that's just...gross."

Jane wrinkled his nose as the smell of decay rose from the bay to assault his nostrils. He followed Lisbon and the others down the slope to the mangled and broken female body below, the stench growing worse and worse as they came closer. That's what you get when you leave a body out the sun, he thought to himself. Jane placed his arm over his nose trying to keep the disgusting aroma from making his eyes water. He smiled as he caught the scent of Lisbon's perfume still lingering on his coat.

"Ugh, why does it smell so bad?" Rigsby said through his jacket.

"Because its a dead body," Cho stated, his own arm covering his nose.

Lisbon pulled a tissue out of her pocket and held it tightly against her face as she bent closer to the body. "A dead body cooking in the hot sun," she said through watery eyes. The tissue was certainly not helping. Her stomach was having a blast telling her that. She ignored the queasiness and tilted her head upwards to stare at the bridge above them. "From the way she landed, it looks like she was thrown off of the bridge. Maybe she broke her neck on the way down." She looked at the three officers behind her who agreed but would come no closer to the body. Lisbon didn't blame them. She couldn't even believe she was this close.

"Maybe," commented Jane as he stooped down next to her. "but I doubt it."

Lisbon glanced over at the consultant. "Why do you say that?" she asked. Curiosity always got the best of her whenever he was around.

Jane pointed with his index finger to the woman's broken neck being careful to keep one arm over his nose. "If she was alive when she was pushed off of the bridge, she would have more bruises and blood on her. She doesn't even have a scratch. The only bruising looks to be on her neck." He pointed out the grotesque bruising. "And that looks like it came from being strangled, not having her neck snapped. She was probably dumped out here after she was dead."

Lisbon bent closer to the body to see what he was pointing at. She nodded. "Looks like your right."

"As usual," he smugly stated. She rolled her eyes. Why was she attracted to him again?

She stood up and felt her stomach unclench with a thank you as she did so. "But what does that mean exactly?"

Jane looked as if he was about to answer, but something caught his eye. A flash had just gone off above him. His head quickly shot up to the bridge. He swore he just saw someone watching them...someone with a camera. He stood up slowly, still scanning the area. "There's no one there," he whispered to himself after he scanned the bridge.

"No one where?" asked Van Pelt who had moved next to him.

"I could've sworn I just saw someone taking our picture from up there," he said pointing to where he thought he saw the man.

The rest of the team followed his finger. "I don't see anyone," Rigsby spoke up.

Jane sighed. "Hmm..." He could have sworn there was someone there.

"Maybe the fumes from the body are getting to your head," Cho said grimly.

"They're sure making my head spin," Rigsby chimed in.

Jane shook his head. "Maybe..." He kept staring at the spot he had seen the man just few seconds before. Something didn't feel right. "But I've never been wrong before."

"There's a first for everything," Lisbon chuckled as she walked back up the slope. Jane didn't even notice her humor. The CBI officer turned to her team. "All right guys, lets go find forensics and see what their team found on the victim." The other three started scrambling up the hill--rather quickly to Lisbon's amusement--while Jane kept staring up at the bridge. The CBI leader watched for a minute as the man continued scanning for the man with the camera. "Jane," she finally said as her stomach reminded her of the dead body a few feet away. He turned around to face her. "Lets go."

Jane looked back at the bay. Maybe he had just been imagining things. Of course, he'd never been wrong before. Ever. He sighed and got a nose full of stink. His stomach heaved and he was immediately up the hill with the rest of the team, the man with the camera out of his mind...for now.

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On the top of the bridge, a lone figure quickly ducked into his car, his camera hanging from his neck. He shoved his key into the ignition and took off down the bridge, headed for base. He had what he came for. He had the picture of the team. And more specifically, he had a picture of the man they were looking for.

Patrick Jane.

The curly headed one, no doubt. He had seemed more than sure of his deduction about the dead young woman. And, from everything the man had heard from the bug they had planted in the deceased woman's clothes, he had been completely correct. Strangled, not broken. The man himself had seen to that. He had even thrown her off the bridge and called in the tip. All so he could get a glimpse of the famous Mr. Patrick Jane.

He smiled to himself at his cleverness. When he was well down the road, he pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial three. He didn't have to wait long for someone to pick up. He smiled as his boss personally answered the phone.

"I assume youve found him?" came a suave voice. No pleasantries. Just business. That's the way he ran things.

The man smiled. "Oh, yes. He's every bit as amazing as they say."

He heard a satisfied grunt. "Good. Good." There was a pause. "Use whatever force necessary to get him here. I'd prefer him unharmed, but if it can't be helped..." He let the sentence hang. The man gave a grunt of acknowledgment. "See you both tonight?" It was more of an order than a question.

The man laughed. "I can assure you, Mr. Jane will most certainly be over for dinner..."

"Good. See you there." The line went dead.

"He'll be over," he repeated to himself with a wicked grin. "Whether he likes it or not..."

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Okay, so what did you think? I know its a bit confusing with the Antonio thing and the dead girl and all, but it gets explained in the next chapter! I promise! Well, please review! Thanks!