A/N: This story is just something I saw in my fantasies: I'm sure it will never happen!
Let's just imagine that Erica (*Spoiler Alert for 4x15 'War of the Roses'*) hadn't escaped (yet), and Lisbon is far more jealous then she was at the moment Erica was looking for the tapes of the victim. Let us all imagine that, okay...? (a)
This story may be a little bit OOC-ish, but I tried my best. Besides, Lisbon and Jane are really acting weird in Season 4, for which I don't have an explanation... So it may not be OOC-ish for the 'new' Jane and Lisbon =).
Also, just a fair warning: I'm not a Native English Speaker (I'm Dutch), and though I have a beta-reader, she's... kind of slow (and I don't care, I still love her :D), this story is not checked before posting (just because I really wanted to share this story with you guys, it has been screaming my name for a couple of days now, and wanted it to STOP! So I posted it, without checking :D), so any typos in this story are ALL MINE! Just saying =).
Disclaimer: The Mentalist is not mine. Though I really want it (and I know I'm not alone), I don't own TM...
"Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies" – Elizabeth Bowen
Lisbon stared at her computer. Damn Jane. Because he brought that woman Erica Flynn in here, she had to fill in dozens of paperwork, which he wouldn't notice, because he was too busy flirting with her.
She hated Erica Flynn. She was relieved when they put her behind bars. That would mean Erica wasn't a threat. But now, Jane had brought her back. Damn him!
She hated Jane as well. For not listening to her. For always doing what he wanted to do, what he thought was best for both the case and him, but never asking what she wanted.
Lisbon looked up, and saw Erica searching for something. Lisbon didn't care what for. What did they say? When you start hating someone, you get annoyed from every little thing they do? This was sure a case of that. Just the way Erica sat there, in that I'm-perfect-and-you're-not way. She hated it. She saw Erica looking behind her, and saw Jane approaching her.
That was it. Lisbon jumped up, ran out of her office, and pulled Jane inside.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lisbon exclaimed, shutting the door behind him, and closing the blinds.
"What do you mean, Lisbon?" Jane asked, innocently.
"Don't do that," Lisbon said, slowly, her eyes focused entirely on his eyes.
"Don't do what, Lisbon?" Jane said, losing his patience.
"That! Keeping Erica here while there's no reason for it!"
"There is! I need her, Lisbon!" Lisbon rolled her eyes.
"For what? For keeping your needs satisfied?" she yelled.
"No..." Jane said, not sure what to say.
"Don't you see as well that Erica has done everything you thought she could? She was no help at all, yet she's still here. How do you explain that?" Lisbon asked, now suddenly calm, and it scared Jane.
"Lisbon, have you ever thought of the possibility that a convicted man slaughterer is the most perfect way to catch a murderer?" Jane said, as calm as Lisbon was.
"No, it's not. Don't you see what she's doing?"
"No. What is she doing?" Jane asked, again innocently.
"She's seducing you." Lisbon said dryly, walked over to her couch, and sat down.
"Since when do you care?" Jane asked.
"Since when do you take convicted women out of prison for your own pleasure?" Lisbon asked, repeating his sentence.
"Lisbon..."
"Don't 'Lisbon' me." Lisbon said, standing up, but Jane pushed her down again.
"You don't care anything about the case. It's not about Erica being unhelpful for us. It's about you being jealous," Jane stated. Lisbons eyes widened.
"No way!"
"Yes way! Lisbon, have you forgotten you're really easy to read?" Jane said, and Lisbon shook her head.
"I'm not jealous."
"I don't believe you."
"You better believe me," Lisbon hissed, and Jane sighed. He sat down beside Lisbon.
"What's so special about Erica?" Lisbon asked, after a few more silent minutes.
"Nothing."
"Then why do you-"
"Shut up, okay? The only reason I asked her to do this is because she seemed helpful to the case. And she was seducing me. But I don't care what she does, because she's not important to me," Jane yelled, and Lisbon frowned.
"Oh, and who is?" Lisbon asked, and Jane sucked in a deep breath.
"You," Jane said, and Lisbons eyes widened. She was sure of what to say. And so, then they sat in an awkward silence for almost three minutes.
"I'm really important to you?" Lisbon finally asked, breaking the silence, and causing Jane to look at her, instead of a dead spot on the floor.
"Yes. You're the only person who understands me. Forget about the team, forget about the CBI, the only person I needed in my life was you," Jane whispered.
"Why me?"
"Don't be so stupid, Teresa. You know full well why I want you," Jane whispered again, and Lisbon blinked a few times. The use of her first name sounded... good, coming from Jane.
Jane placed his hand on her knee, and moved his head towards Lisbon, when someone busted in.
"Well, what a surprise. Hello Patrick, hello Lisbon," Erica said, wryly, and anger started to grow in Lisbon.
"Sorry for bothering. Have fun in my office," Lisbon hissed, and was ready to leave her office, when Jane grabbed her arm.
"Stay here," Jane said, almost pleading, and Lisbon nodded. She turned her back to Erica.
"Why do you hate me?" Erica asked, and Lisbon shrugged sarcastically.
"Oh, I don't know: Maybe because you killed your husband, are facing fifteen to twenty years, and are stealing Jane away from us?" Lisbon hissed, turning around to face Erica.
"No..."
"Jane belongs here, with us, and you can't do anything about it. And you know that full well. Yet you're still trying to seduce him, so that he begins to care about you and he can keep you out of prison. Am I right?" Lisbon asked, dryly, and Erica swallowed.
"No, of course not."
"Then why did you seduce him?" Lisbon asked.
"Because he loves me," Erica stated, and Lisbon laughed.
"No he doesn't."
"Yes he does!" Erica yelled, and the women both turned around to Jane.
"Jane, do you love her?" Lisbon asked, and Jane shrugged. Lisbons heart dropped. So did her face. So he was in love with Erica Flynn.
That was it. She had to leave her office, now.
"Teresa, wait!" Jane exclaimed, but to no avail. She was gone.
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"Why did you do that?" Jane exclaimed, as he turned around to Erica. She frowned.
"Did what?"
"You hurt her!" Jane said, confused of the fact that Erica had no idea at all what she had done. This was not fair.
"I bring you here, and you ruin everything I have build in the last eight years in one day! Why do you do that?"
"Patrick, I didn't mean to-"
"Go away! I don't want to see you ever again!" Jane yelled, motioning to the door.
"Patrick-"
"Don't Patrick me! Go away!" Jane said, repeating Lisbons earlier comment, and Erica sighed.
"Okay. Goodbye, Patrick," Erica said, and approached him, but Jane shook his head.
"Don't you get that I don't want to kiss?" Jane asked, and Erica nodded. And then, Erica left Lisbons office, and Jane motioned to the Sac PDs that had to take care of her now.
Finally, she was gone. He let out a relieved sigh. He hadn't planned on kissing Erica. Yet it happened. And he regretted it.
He knew Lisbon was jealous, even though she denied it with all she had. She had always been an open book to him, and he never had a problem with seeing what she felt. So when he brought Erica Flynn to the CBI, it hurt a bit to see Lisbon slowly feeling sadder and sadder. He had to teach her how to hide her feelings.
He walked out of Lisbons office, and walked over to Van Pelt.
"Hey Grace, have you seen Lisbon?" Jane asked, and Van Pelt nodded.
"Yes, she ran towards the restroom. She looked... kind of sad," Van Pelt said, and Jane swallowed. How was he going to fix this?
"Okay, thanks Grace. You're doing a great job!" Jane exclaimed, and Van Pelt frowned, but before she could ask for an explanation, he ran away.
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Lisbon sat on the toilet, tears streaming down her face. And that scared her. She was not the teary-type of woman, and especially not over men. She was hardly ever sad. Maybe when she was stressed, she would feel the urge to just scream, let out all her frustrations. But it never came further than just the urge. She never did it.
But now, she cried. And because of what? She was jealous. She needed more sleep, obviously.
"Lisbon?" she heard a familiar voice saying, and her eyes widened. It was Jane. And he didn't need to see her crying over such a stupid thing. So she decided to stay quiet, her feet resting on the toilet so he couldn't see she was in there.
"Lisbon, I know you're in there," Jane said, this time, a little angrier.
"Teresa...," Jane whispered, and Lisbon swallowed. Should she open the door? She stood up, and opened it. And there was Jane, immediately a worried look on his face when he saw her eyes were red.
"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine," Lisbon whispered, and Jane nodded. But when she tried to sneak past him, he grabbed her arm, turned her around and kissed her. And that was when Lisbons knees gave up, and Jane caught her, his arms wrapped around her waist. Jane felt something wet on his face, and when he discovered he wasn't crying, he pulled away.
"Teresa... Are you sure you're okay?" Jane asked, and Lisbon swallowed. She then suddenly swung her arms around his waist, and placed her head on his chest.
"Why did it take you so long?" Lisbon whispered, and Jane shrugged.
"I don't know, my dear, I don't know...," Jane whispered back, while stroking Lisbons hair.
A/N: What did you think? Let me know!
Oh, yes, this story might change into a multi-chapter story, but knowing myself it will develop into a story in which Jane and Lisbon will have a baby, and in which Erica will die. Just saying.
So reason more to let me know what you want, so that I know if you guys want to see Jane and Lisbon together and stuff like that... Let me know! (Have I already told you to let me know?)