Hi there everyone.

I've been absent of the fanfiction scene recently, but I've been working on this for a while and I finally feel ready to get it up here!

Originally it started as a few oneshots but I have linked them together through the beautiful Show of Hands song, 'The Man I was.'

Please let me know what you think and more importantly, I hope you enjoy.

Peace Out

Queen_Em xxx

Disclaimer- I don't own the Mentalist or the Show of Hands song, I wouldn't be living in uni digs the size of a small car if I did!

Now I might look familiar,

But inside I'm not the same,

And if you can't see beneath,

You're not to blame.

Cause you've still the fear what I became.

The man I was,

He would have dragged you down.

The man I was,

He would have seized your crown.

-Show of Hands

Lisbon was fuming. Not just another 'what has Jane does this time' scowl but the full on chest heaving, cheeks flushing with anger. And now the cause of her rage was standing in front of her, having the audacity to come to her home stating he couldn't work whilst there was unresolved tension in the air! Lisbon had neither the patience nor inclination for small talk and as soon as Jane had shut the door she launched her attack.

"How dare you!" She hissed, her face contorted into a menacing frown, her bright eyes flaming in fury, "How dare you invade my private life like that."

"Lisbon I was merely assessing the situation." Jane replied calmly. "And good evening to you too by the way."

"Situation!" She shrieked, ignoring his last comment, "Situation! There wasn't a situation! You practically kidnapped Charles, hypnotised him, interrogated him then proceeded to tell him I, his girlfriend of a couple of weeks, wasn't marriage material and had no current interest in bearing a child! What the hell is wrong with you Jane!"

"I was doing you a favour really Lisbon, there's no need to get upset about it, perhaps a few wires got crossed in the process but I think we can say it was a fairly successful exercise." He flashed her a smile but when Lisbon's chest heaved in pure rage, it faltered somewhat.

"I'm going to humour you Jane, you decided that abducting Charles, the only guy whose shown an interest in me all year and basically telling him to get the hell away from me while he still could was a good idea. Why would you do that Jane?" Her voice was quieter but no less threatening.

"Because he's not right for you." Jane said quietly, his cheeky demeanour dissolving.

"And what gives you the right to make that judgement?" She hissed, rounding as she rounded on him and he backed away, jolting in surprise as his back hit the kitchen table.

"Isn't making a judgement my job, Agent Lisbon." He took a new tactic and smirked somewhat.

She picked up on his game and slowly walked towards him, lowering her voice, "I thought your job was to be a pain in my ass who breaks every God damm rule under the sun and doesn't care who picks up the pieces. Charles was nothing to do you with you."

"I was concerned for the well-fare of my boss." He replied smoothly and stood up straight, looking her straight in the eye.

"I wouldn't say you were concerned," Lisbon said, a somewhat malicious tone oozing and as she spoke she perched on the end of the table and whispered her words into his ear. "Threatened, bitter, jealous perhaps. The attention wasn't on you, someone else was making me happy, treating me nice, making me moan." She seductively hissed the last word and Jane shuddered as her breath slid down his neck, sending chills down his spine.

"He didn't make you moan, Lisbon." His bravado driving him as turned around to face her on the end of the table on which she perched so delicately.

"No?"

"No. He's not your type, far too...safe."

"Safe, you think I like it risky?"

"Not risky, passionate."

Lisbon gasped as he placed his hands either side of her body, pinning her against the table.

"You think you know how I like it?" She whispered, refusing to back down, refusing to let him beat her. Her heart was hammering; she knew where this was leading but not through fear of letting it happen, but fear of enjoying it.

"I think I do."

Jane pressed his lips to hers and instinctively she opened her mouth to let his tongue explore, shuddering as he gently nipped her lower lip as she dragged her fingers through his tousled hair. Still pinned against the table Lisbon used it to her advantage and griped his hips and pushed them into her and smirked when he gasped when she brushed firmly against him. The buttons of his waistcoat gradually came undone, as did the buttons of her green blouse. With surprising force Jane pushed her blouse of her shoulders revealing her toned torso and nude t-shirt bra. Jane kissed her shoulders and she found herself being pushed down onto the table as his lips trailed across her chest slowly pulling her bra straps down. Not wanting to be defeated she found the remaining few buttons of his dress shirt and pulled it off, both ignoring the fact a button popped off as it was torn from his smooth chest. Taking his hands in hers she swiftly manoeuvred them so he was stood and she sat on the table straddling him and when his knees buckled in pleasure as she sunk her teeth into his chest, she knew the battle had truly commenced. Lips crashed together once more and as Jane reached for her bra clasp she whispered, "why don't we take this somewhere a little comfier." When he tensed, Lisbon had a horrible image of his picking up his shirt and leaving and felt her heartbeat quicken. But he smiled softly and nodded. After locking the doors and knocking off a few switches, Lisbon pulled Jane into her bedroom and before either knew it, were lying in each others arms after spending the night making passionate love. Both knew a big ole' can of worms had been opened, boundaries had been crossed and rules broken but as they looked into each others eyes and saw that there was no regret, neither cared.