Spoilers: 5x02 Devil's Cherry (such a great epi btw so if you haven't seen it, go, run and watch it, like right now, then come back and read this :p )
Disclaimer: If I owned The Mentalist I would be bragging about it every 10 seconds, not sitting here on a weekend in the middle of the night writing below standard fanfic, just sayin'.
"She's kinda cute. Have you guys ever…?" It came out of her mouth so easily, like it was no big deal, when the fact of the matter was, that it was. It was a very big deal. Sure she was a hallucination, a figment of his imagination. But this particular hallucination had the form of his daughter, and her giving him dating advice seemed both strange and wrong. These were his private thoughts after all. Nobody was supposed to know anything about them, not now, and maybe not ever. Thoughts like these weren't safe, they got people killed.
Intellectually he knew that nobody but him was able to hear what she was saying. But she was so real that he half expected her to still be there when the belladonna would wear off.
And that's why he snapped, "You be quiet!" to what seemed to Lisbon, to be nothing but the air around them. She knew him acting stranger than usual was nothing more than the side effects of him being drugged, but it still worried her. He had only told her bits and pieces of what he was hallucinating about, and as long as it were butterflies and rabbits it seemed pretty harmless, but who knew what else his mind already had or might conjure up. She didn't have to be a psychic to know, that there were a lot of ugly stuff in there.
When he told her it was his daughter he'd been talking to, her heart hurt for him, but at least the hallucination wasn't one of gore and blood, she could see that on his face. After that her voice dropped a few tones and came to a rest at a caring pitch when she spoke to him. It wasn't the tone of pity but one of sympathy. That was one of the reasons he liked her so much, she never tried to belittle people's feelings, she possessed such great empathy, even for those that didn't deserve it, and she always knew which battles to fight.
At the end of the day when Charlotte once again had left his world, she was still there, ready to pick up the pieces if necessary, all he had to do was ask, she'd never say no, they both knew that. If there were one thing love was it was patient.
A/N: I think the way I switched between Jane and Lisbon was a little confusing, I'm sorry I hope it didn't ruin it. This was very short and devoid of any real meaning IMO, but it was all I could come up with.
I'm totally stuck with my writing ATM, I think I jinxed myself by the A/N I wrote in my last fic, neither the long fic I were writing or anything smaller seems to turn out decent, so I'm kinda just writing a little here and there on old unfinished fics, it's annoying 'cause I was on a roll.
Ooh the high and lows of a writer (sorry for complaining, just ignore me!)
