A/N: I KNOW that Lisbon and Jane have already been in a container together, and ended up in Mexico that time, but I just wanted to do this, because I loved this idea =).

Oh, yeah, I wrote this story in two hours, so maybe there are some typos in it, but they're all mine =).

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.


"So you're saying Franklin Leamon is in here?" Lisbon asked, as she and Jane approached the big container at the peer. They, well Jane, had followed their murder suspect up until here, when he called Lisbon for 'backup'. At least she was happy he had, because he was the type to find it out himself.

Jane nodded.

"Yes, he is. Shall we?" Jane asked, motioning to the container.

"Ladies first," Jane said, and Lisbon rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," Lisbon sighed, and opened the container, her gun drawn. Jane followed.
"Franklin Leamon? Sir, are you in here," Lisbon asked, and looked around the container. They walked half-way into the container, when suddenly, the door swung closed.

"No!" Lisbon exclaimed, and tried to open the container, but Jane sighed.

"Spare your energy, dear Lisbon, you can only open and close it from the outside," Jane said, and sat down, legs crossed.

"We're trapped in a container, again, Jane! Do you have a better idea? I don't want to end up in Mexico again, and especially not with you again!" Lisbon exclaimed, banging on the door again.

"Lisbon, come on, sit down!" Jane exclaimed, and she turned around. She sighed, and sat down.

"Ah, look at it the positive way-"

"What positive?" Lisbon exclaimed, and Jane rolled his eyes.

"This way, we can spend more time together," Jane said, and groaned.

"Yeah, like we don't spend every moment of the day together already," Lisbon said, dryly, and Jane shrugged.

"Yeah, but now we're really alone."

"Maybe I don't want that."

"Why wouldn't you want that?"

"Just look at you!" Lisbon exclaimed, and jumped up. She walked over to the wall and leaned against it.

"Lisbon, I don't get why you're so-"

"Jane, will you just shut up? It's hard enough to be stuck in a container with you, even if you're quiet," she said, and Jane sighed.

"Okay, what's the problem?" Jane asked, and Lisbon closed her eyes.

"Walter. He's..."

"You're not ready for it, right?" Jane asked, and she nodded, slowly.

"He's really nice, and under other circumstances, I would have loved him, but... But it's too quick," she said, and he nodded, sympathetically.

"I see," Jane said, and Lisbon sat down against the wall, making sure to keep distance from Jane.

"And, do you have someone in mind?"

"Romantically, you mean?" Jane asked, and Lisbon nodded.

"Well... Actually, yes," Jane said, and Lisbon frowned.

"Who?"

"Try to guess," Jane said, his killer 1000-watt smile on his face, and Lisbon rolled her eyes.

"Don't be so childish, I'm not going to guess."

"Well, then you'll never know," he said, and Lisbon groaned.
"Okay, I'll guess! Is it...," Lisbon said, but she had no idea. It could be everybody: the women were forming a line in front of Patrick Jane that only grew with the day.

It could, for instance, be Kristina Frye. Lisbon hated her, but she seemed to have a weird kind of chemistry with him.

"Kristina Frye?" she asked, and he smiled.

"No," he said, and she sighed.

But it could also be Erica Flynn. Yes, she was in prison, but you couldn't stop love, right?

"Erica Flynn?"

"Of course not, silly!" Jane said, and Lisbon closed her eyes to concentrate.

She gave up.

"The only one I can name now is Agent Darcy, but I assume she's not it as well, right?" she asked, and Jane shook her head.

"Is it someone I know?"

"Oh, yes, very good, also," he said, dead serious, and she frowned.

"O God, not Van Pelt, right?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"No, please, no," he said, laughing, and she shook her head. Then suddenly, it struck to her. Yes, she knew who he meant.

"Does... does she have brown hair?" Lisbon asked, and Jane smiled.

"Are we going to play that game? Okay! Yes, she has brown hair," Jane said, and Lisbon shook her head.

"And she's nice, right? Would I like her?" Lisbon asked, and Jane's smile grew even wider than physically possible. He nodded.

"Would you do everything you could, just to get her?"

Jane nodded again.

"She's... she's me, right?" Lisbon asked, and Jane stopped smiling, and he was suddenly dead serious again.

"Yes, she is," he said, and they were suddenly quiet. He stood up, and sat down beside her.

"Since when?" Lisbon asked, after a long, awkward moment, and he looked at her.

"Since I began working with you. But I couldn't... wouldn't admit it. Not to you, not even to myself."

"But why... me?" Lisbon asked, and Jane shrugged.

"Because you're beautiful?" he said, and Jane could see her blushing.

"Please, don't blush. It's the truth. Only the truth," Jane whispered, and brushed Lisbon's cheek with his thumb. She shuddered.

Lisbon moved over to him, and his strong arm brushed at her arm. They sat like that for a long time, and then, Jane swung his arm around her waist. She expected that to happen, yet she was still surprised. She placed her head on his shoulder, and sighed.

"Just one single question," Jane whispered, and Lisbon looked up.

"Do you love me as well?" he asked, and she closed her eyes. She leaned her head on his shoulder again, and thought.

Did she love him? No way, he always annoyed the crap out of her, never listened to a single word she said, broke the rules, offended families of the victims. How could she love him?

"Yes, I love you...," she whispered, and he smiled. He kissed the top of her head.

She suddenly pulled away, and stood up.

"Let's find a way out," she said, and Jane frowned.

"Sure," he said, and got up as well. But he didn't search for a way out. He grabbed Lisbon's arm, and pushed her against the wall with a loud thud. He leaned against Lisbon his elbows and hands on the wall. His strong body pressed her to the wall, and she had to admit... she liked her.

She cocked her head up to him, and he smiled. Before she knew it, he bowed down and kissed her. Lisbon wrapped her arm around his neck, and when Jane was sure she would run away, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in even closer. His arms wandered down to the small of her back, and she placed her hands on his chest, ready to unbutton his vest. And she did.

And that was when the door from the container swung open, and Rigsby and Cho ran inside.

But they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw in what state Lisbon and Jane were. Rigsby looked down awkwardly, and Cho looked at them, his dead panned face expression visible on his face.

Cho coughed, and Lisbon and Jane stopped dead in their tracks. They turned towards Rigsby and Cho, without pulling away, and smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, hey, Cho and Rigsby...," Jane said, and Lisbon moved away from him, feeling cold and alone when she left him, but it was necessary.

"We found Franklin Leamon in his apartment, we arrested him and when we couldn't find you in the office, we tracked down Jane's cell phone, and found you here," Rigsby said, explaining why they now were interrupting this 'special' moment. Lisbon nodded, and walked past the two.

Rigsby and Cho looked at him, confused.

"Long story," Jane said, and followed Lisbon.


A/N: Busted! Well, what did you think? :D