Authors Note: Interesting little fact, Simon Baker had green eyes. Said it himself on an interview for 60 minutes Australia, you can find it on YouTube if you don't believe me. So, can any oen guess which show their watching? Come on, you know you want to guess. M rating will be evident in the next chapter. Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine, oh, and thanks to Eve215 for reading this threw for me and making sure I'm still in character.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist, or the show that inspired this little "smutshot" as demonbunny7 calls it.

Nick and Lulu

It had been a tough case, they always were, but this one was worse. There had been a kid involved. There were always kids involved these days it seemed. It just served to show more of what she didn't have. Sighing she collapsed on the sofa and turned on the TV. It was an odd night that she got home when anything good was on, and tonight was no exception. Checking her DVR to see if anything good had been recorded she smiled.

One of her favorite shows had been recorded. Sure, it was old, but the characters were dynamic, and she loved the relationship between the two main characters, well, the man male character and pretty much the only woman. She loved the lead man on the show. It reminded her of someone she knew, although she couldn't place him, with his dark haunted eyes and short cropped golden brown hair. And on occasion when he smiled, which wasn't often, he just lit up the entire screen. She knew she should be able to figure out who he looked like, but she just couldn't.

And it was a change from the run of the mill crime drama. It was a court show, most people would argue that it wasn't much different, but to her it was. There were few if any dead bodies and you hardly ever saw police. It dealt with the human aspect of the law, and she loved it. That and there tended to be more, well, sex in this show than in others, and goodness knew she needed some of that. No blood and guts, and sex, well, it was the perfect show.

The show was just starting when there was a knock on her door, looking at her watch and noting that it far latter than she wanted to be opening the door she just ignored it. She watched the first scene, the man and woman, Nick and Lulu, were making out at the court house after a heated debate, from the looks of them when they came out of the room, more than making out had taken place. The opening credits began to roll when the knock came again, this time accompanied by a voice.

"Lisbon, I know you're in there. I can see the glow of the TV. I don't care that you're in your pajamas, just open the door."

It had to be him. It was always him. Sometimes she just wanted to shoot him. Other times, she wanted to straddle him and have her way with him. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she pushed up from the sofa, looked down at her pajamas, her favorite pair, spaghetti strap top and matching bottoms in dark blue, and sighed, she supposed there was no way around it and went to open the door.

"Someone better be dead Jane. I have had a very long week, you did not make it any easier and, I just want to spend the weekend catching up on my shows and eating ice cream so I can spend all next week in the gym"

"Love the pj's Lisbon." Jane said completely ignoring her rant and pushing his way into her apartment.

"What do you want?" She asked shutting the door and locking it behind him.

"Just wanted to hang out. I know this week was a bear, it was for me too, I just needed the company, and I knew you'd be watching TV, drooling over some hotty, so I thought I'd join you, see if I could add some perspective to the situation"

"Just shut up Jane." Lisbon said sitting back down on the sofa knowing that he would join her without being asked.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Jane spoke for the first time. "They're going to have sex in the bathroom."

"What!" Lisbon said staring at him, and sure enough, not 30 seconds later, Lisbon watched as both Nick and Lulu excuse themselves from the table where they were sitting and the next shot was of them going at it in the bathroom like a couple of teenagers.

"I bet you would never do something like that would you Lisbon?"

"It's a bathroom, I don't care how often they clean it, it's just unsanitary."

"I bet I could get you to change your mind."

"Yea right. To do that, we'd actually have to have sex. This is not their first time." Lisbon was not looking at Jane; she didn't want to see his face.

"So are you saying that you might consider it if we were to have sex someplace else first?"

"What! That is not what I said."

"Well that's what it sounded like."

Lisbon just sat there in disbelief, had he just asked her to have sex with him? No, she must have head wrong.

They watched the rest of the show, Lisbon attempting not to look at Jane who seemed to be staring at the TV screen, and paying more attention to the show than was warranted. He correctly predicted that they would not do it in her bed; Jane reasoned that he must like the thrill of the thought of getting caught; and correctly predicted that they would be having sex in his office before the end of the show.

"Wait for it, there it is that look. He had the same one in the restaurant; he wants to have sex with her." Jane said pointing at the TV.

"That look? Well, yea, I suppose that could be the case. I mean, he looks at her that way a lot, he's wanted her from the get go, but she had to go and get married to that jerk, and well, let's just say, he's wanted her for a very long time." Lisbon, for the first time since they topic of sex was brought up turned and looked over at Jane.

The look on his face was a perfect mirror of the one worn by the man on the TV. "Jane," Lisbon said, noticing for the first time how very close they were sitting on the sofa. Before she could say anything else, she felt his fingers on her face just like the time he was blind, feeling her smile, only, this time she wasn't smiling. She felt her breath hitch as he brushed his thumb across her lips.

"Shhh." He whispered before bringing his lips to hers in a sweet, soft kiss. It held none of the passion that she had seen on his face, now that she thought of it, several times a week in the past, and lately, even more often. He pulled back before she had a chance to respond and looked at her nervously before jumping off the sofa. "Well, I think I'll just go now, it's been great." And he quickly made his way to the door. His hand was on the knob when he heard her come up behind him.

"Jane, what the hell was that."

"Um, nothing, just checking something."

"Just checking something? By kissing me? Honestly?"

"Yes."

"Ok, what were you checking?"

"Um, well, it's silly really." He was still looking at the back of the door, almost as if he was afraid to look at her.

Smiling a slightly confused smile she gently reached up her hand to cup his cheek and turned him towards her before reaching up and brushing her lips across his in a similar gentle kiss that they had shared just moments before.

It was Jane's turn to look confused when she pulled away. "What was that for?"

"Just checking something."

Jane looked at her, the same smoldering look that she had been noticing for so long but not paying attention to was there again, the look that, now that she realized, clearly said I want you, and I want you know. Nodding once, as if in agreement, she laced her fingers behind his head and pulled his mouth down to hers for a crushing kiss. She scraped her teeth along his bottom lip causing him to moan slightly, and open his mouth, gladly allowing her to dip her tongue into his mouth, caressing his with hers and being rewarded with another moan that caused the excitement to build inside of her.

"Lisbon." Jane panted slightly, pulling back. "Teresa, what are we doing?"

"Um, off hand I'd say we were kissing, but I could be wrong. Oh, and I'm pretty sure you started it."

"Right, just checking." He pressed his lips back to hers, this time running his tongue across her lips eliciting a moan from her that caused things to stir in him that he hadn't felt in ages. He moved his hands up and tangled them in her hair as she pulled away and began to kiss him along his jaw and down his neck, sucking slightly behind his ear as she heard his sharp intake of breath. He pulled her back to his mouth and began to kiss her again, plunging his tongue in and out of her mouth, swirling it around and battling with her tongue.

Lisbon allowed her hands to wander through his hair, twining her fingers through the soft curls at the base of his neck and then lower, roaming over his back, realizing that he was still wearing his suit coat; he'd never taken it off. She decided to help him with it and moved her hands around to his front, dragging them across his chest and up to his shoulders, pushing at the jacket until he relinquished his hands from where they had been running threw her hair to allow her to push his jacket off of his arms.

She started working on the buttons of his vest and shirt as he allowed his hands to roam across her shoulders, fingering the thin straps of her pajama top, and then down, resting right above her breasts, almost as if not daring to touch them. Lisbon had just undone the last button and pulled her lips form his to bring them to his chest tasting him beneath her lips, the salty slightly musty taste that said he hadn't showered before coming over. She was kissing and licking across his chest, swirling her tongue around one of his nipples and beginning to move towards the other, when Jane's hands came up and pushed her back slightly.

"Teresa, Lisbon, I…I can't." He said, causing her to look at him dumbfounded. He quickly picked his jacket up off the floor where it had been cast and rushed out the door, as quickly as he could, leaving Lisbon standing there, in shock, not knowing what had just happened.