It's been done before. But this is my Mentalist shot at it, 'kay?

Let me know if you like, and excuse the bad songs!

Anna

Disclaimer: Remember what I said?

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Don't be Stupid – Shania Twain

Jane whirled Grace faster, spinning her round the bullpit, his arm locked firmly round her waist. The Music blared out from the speakers, and she laughed again.

Jane liked Grace. She was a sweet girl under the dangerously cold influence of Lisbon. But she had spirit.

And she wasn't a bad dancer, either.

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Love Song – Sara Bareillis

Lisbon tried not to flinch as Jane brushed his fingers across her jaw.

"I'm sorry, you just have exceptional bone structure, my dear."

She laughed involuntarially. "I guess you do too."

"Thank you."

They looked at each other.

They did a lot of that at the moment.

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Voodoo Child – Rogue Traders

Lisbon fored three quick shots off in succession, pleased to see all three made it to her intended target – the chest of a rapist-turned-murderer, and scumbag extraordinary, in her eyes. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. She tried to slow her heartbeat, get rid of the thrill and exhilaration that came with a shootout.

"Hmm, I think he's dead." Jane commented from his hiding space behind a trailer.

"Ya think?" She smirked.

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Wait a Minute – Pussycat Dolls

Rigsby glanced at Van Pelt. She was hot when she was working.

Van Pelt stole a quick glance at Rigsby. He was adorable when he was concentrating.

He looked up again. Their eyes met.

She smiled.

He blushed.

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Undiscovered – James Morrison

Jane placed his report on Lisbon's desk, his fingers brushing hers as he did so.

"Sorry." He lied.

She nodded, letting her curls fall forward to hide the blush creeping across her face.

He smiled and walked away, waiting for the inevitable.

She scanned the pages quickly, and was appalled by what she found.

"Undiscovered? Song lyrics?!"

Van Pelt and Cho burst out laughing. Typical Jane.

He came back into the room. "It was the most imaginative way of asking you out."

"Pick me up at eight."

That shut the two agents up.

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Hot Blooded – Foreigner

Rigsby and Cho were alone in the office. Suddenly, Rigsby's phone sang loudly. He ignored it.

"Hot blooded?" Cho asked.

"Ah, c'mon! Everyone loves Foreigner!"

Cho shrugged, before launching into an impressive air-drum solo.

Rigsby laughed, before joining in.

Van Pelt walked in. "What the hell are you two doing?"

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Building a Mystery – Sarah McLachlan

Night had fallen, and the artificial light of the fluorescent tubes overhead were not flattering, but still she looked beautiful. Her hair framed her face and her brow furowed slightly as she typed away furiously.

She never told him, but he knew she worked best at night.

Jane took one last look at Teresa, before walking away.