(A/N): Another story, in two parts. This is part 1 (obviously), and it is just a jisbon and family piece of fluffy goodness. Let me know what you think, but don't expect anything but a little fluff piece. I do not own the mentalist or their characters, just Emma. Enjoy!

HeavenSkye x

Not the average bedtime story.

"... And then the princess swooped in and saved the prince-" Patrick Jane said, only to be instantly interrupted by a laughing voice.

"That's not right daddy!" A five year old girl chided him with a giggle. "The prince always saves the princess!"

"Who's telling this story, you or me?" Jane asked, pretending to be affected. The little girl giggled again.

"You daddy, but you're telling it wrong."

"Really, Emma?" Jane asked his daughter with a smile. Emma shrugged, her sea green eyes rolling at her father. Jane simply smiled again as he brushed her dark curls from her tiny, heart-shaped face. How he loved his little girl so very much, his second chance at fatherhood, of having a little girl of his own. Emma Louisa Jane.

"Really, daddy." Emma responded with a little huff. She then turned to the doorway. "Mommy, tell daddy he's telling the story wrong."

Jane turned to the door with a grin as his wife walked in, a smirk on her face. "What've you been telling her now, Patrick?" Teresa Lisbon-Jane asked her husband, face alight with amusement as she came to sit on the other side of their daughter's bed. Emma immediately turned to her mother, happy to have gotten a supporter.

"Mommy, daddy said that the princess saves the prince! He's wrong, tell him mommy!" Emma insisted stubbornly, crossing her little arms. Lisbon shrugged.

"And who says that can't happen, Em?"

"Mommy! They just can't!"

Jane smiled softly at his wife. "Girls can save the boys, Emma." He told the indignant five year old, though his eyes never left his wife's. Lisbon blushed, causing Jane's smile to widen. He knew his wife never considered the fact that she'd saved him, vehemently denied it even. She didn't like the idea of being anyone's saviour.

Emma glanced between her parents shrewdly, lip bitten in thought. "Did mommy save you, daddy?" She asked with a beaming smile, a slightly dimmer version of her father's mega watt grin.

Jane grinned down at Emma. "Yeah, she did sweetheart."

"No, I didn't." Lisbon insisted stubbornly. Emma smiled again.

"I believe daddy." She stated firmly. "Can I hear that as my bedtime story? How mommy saved daddy?"

Jane glanced at Lisbon in something close to alarm, but all Lisbon did was shrug a little, knowing Jane would turn it into a fairytale anyway. Jane sighed, but looked back at his daughter.

"Sure, Emma."

TBC...