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Hey guys this is my 2nd Mentalist fanfic...I got this idea in pre-algebra...

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

"Dammit Jane! Where are you going?" I called following after him. As usual he was wandering away from the crime scene and the team.

"Just looking around." He opened the door and stepped inside to be followed by me.

"You can't just walk around on someone's property!" The door slammed behind us, but I didn't think anything of it.

"Relax, just trying to get a feel of what we're dealing with."

"Stay with us," I demanded turning toward the door. I twisted the knob and pulled it, but the door wouldn't budge. Panicking I tugged it a secong time. "Jane, you better not tell me we're locked in here."

He tugged on the handle with the same results. "If I told you we weren't I'd be lying and I know how you hate when I lie to you." He smiled innocently. That smile was about what made me want to punch him, but it was also what made butterflies swarm furiously through my stomach.

After tugging one the handle one more time I pulled out my phone. I dialed Van Pelts number and put the phone to my eat. Several rings passed before her voice mail came on.

"Dammit," I muttered, "she didn't answer."

"Van Pelt forgot her phone at the office," Jane said much to my irritation. I didn't want to bother Rigsby or Cho because they were busy with interviews.

"And here's some more bad news," I said, irately, "my battery's dead. Plopping on the couch I tossed my phone next to me.

Deciding it was time to assess our surroundings I looked around. It looked like we were in someone's art studio.

There was a counter that held a sink, cups holding brushes scattered all over it. Above the counter was a string of cabinets and below was more cabinets. There was a spot cut out from the counter that held a fridge, which I hope to god has food in it, we might be here might be here a while. Other than the couch the main part was pretty spacious and held a lot of easles. Paintings were scattered here and there, along with drawings.

Jane hadn't stopped walking around the room the entire time, his eyes assessed everything, no doubt looking for another exit and something to help with the current case. He had no such luck as for the exi, the windows weren't openable and there wasn't another door, as for something to help us, I'm not sure.

"Jane, can't you just sit down?" I grumbled.

"You don't need to be so irritable."

"The hell I don't! I'm locked in an unknown room...with you!" The last part was biting and I instantly regretted it when I thought I saw a look of sadness cross his face, but I was in no mood for apologies. I put my head in my hands and soon I felt someone sit beside me and put their hand on my shoulder, something that made my stomach twist and fill with the the same butterflies as before. I lifted my head and Jane slipped his arm around me pulling me close and kissing my forehead, I didn't know if it was a friendship gesture or a romantic one. It couldn't be a romantic one, I worked with him! Yet it felt so right and- stop! I can't think about him that way.

"We have enough food to last us for weeks," Jane spoke up answering the question of whether there was food in the fridge or not. I looked at him and nodded in acknowledgement.

JPOV

I promised myself I wouldn't feel that way about her anymore. That kiss was supposed to be a comforting friend gesture, but now I can't stop thinking about how her skin felt beneath my lips. I have to stop thinking about the stupid kiss, It wasn't even on her lips. That's just it, it wasn't just a stupid kiss, a voice in my head warned me.

"We could be stuck here a while," Lisbon interrupted my thoughts.

"I know." It was getting late. I looked around for a clock , surprised that it said 9:00 PM. "Maybe we get something to eat," I suggested to which she nodded.

LPOV

I watched as Jane opened the fridge. He began browsing through it. Soon I joined him by the counter and noticed that there were hot plates on the counter in order to cook and that one of the cabinets was an oven.

Soon we decided on Jane making pasta and sauce while I looked around.

There was a closet I hadn't noticed before and when I opened it I saw blankets and pillows stacked while there were board games on a high shelf. I grabbed a couple of blankets and pillows and sat them on the couch.

"Where is my phone, Jane?" I asked not seeing it on the couch.

"I don't know. Check the cushions," was his response. Sighing I did as he suggested, but I was shocked to find that the couch doubled as a bed.

"Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"Why would someone need a bed in here? It's just an art studio," I said. His eyes lit up and I knew he thought this had something to do with the case.

"Maybe because they weren't sleeping in the main house. Maybe the victim, Victor Damirez was sleeping in here...I mean his body was found halfway between this room and the house where Lila Damirez was supposedly living with Victor."

"Damn, Jane. Why do you have to be so smart?" I mumbled. His only response was a laugh and dazzling smile. I returned the smile and opened up the bed. He returned to the noodles he'd abandoned and turned the hot plate off.

"Ready to eat?" he asked pulling plates out of some of the cabinets.

"Sure," I said plopping down on the bed. Jane brought two plates of food over to the bed I sat on with my feet tucked under me.

We ate in silence for around five minutes before I spoke. "Jane, how long do you think we'll be in here?" Fear filled my voice, we could be stuck in here for weeks at the most, and what I'd said about being in a room with him specifically wasn't what I meant, I'd said that out of frustration and anger. Out of anyone in the world I'd rather it be him with me.

"I don't know, but I'll find us a way out of here...trust me," he said truthfully. I did trust him, I depended on him. Even though I'd said I didn't trust him months ago I trusted him with my life. "You do trust me, right?"

"Of course," I said with obviousness to my voice. He was obviously remembering the time I'd said I didn't trust him. Looking down I finished off my pasta.

After we'd finished eating I assessed the room once more, expecting to find something I hadn't already. No such luck. Those unopenable windows were made of a thick bullet proof glass, so, no help there. The only door in sight was the one that was locked.

"I've already looked over all the possible exits...there's no way to get out," Jane informed me noticing what I was doing . That irritated me further, but at least we would survive...I hope. "Look, Lisbon, why don't you just get some rest?" Jane suggested. Rest actually sounded like an amazing idea. It'll give me thing to work over.

"Great idea," I agreed sleepily. I laid back, covering myself with one of the blankets.

It didn't take long before I was out like a light.

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