Happy Birthday Agent Lisbon!
What if Lisbon never opened the door on her birthday? What if her present was something different? A one-shot continuing on from 'Red Sauce'.
Disclaimer: Roll up, roll up, guess who owns The Mentalist? Clue: It's not me!
Jane walks beside Lisbon down the hall.
"Look at it this way, we've closed yet another case" Jane sighs.
"Toying with mafia bosses is no way to close cases, it's stupid!" Lisbon cries.
Jane waves it off with a flick of his wrist.
"Meh. Your just trying to find a fault. And I know why!"
They stop outside her office door and Lisbon looks at him sceptically.
"Oh, really?"
"You're still a little grumpy about the birthday present thing" Jane says, stepping closer to Lisbon's office.
"Will you leave that alone!" Lisbon cries, stepping closer to him, with an air of confidence he can't quite put his finger on.
"Unbelievable! You've got no reason to be grumpy anymore!" Jane cries. Lisbon smiles and steps closer to him.
"You're right, I don't!" She smiles and points upwards. There, hanging on her door frame is a small sprig of mistletoe.
"Cheeky! It's a little early, isn't it?" Jane smiles and closes the distance between them.
"Shut up and kiss me" Lisbon smiles. Jane was happy to oblige.
A/N: Just a VERY short one shot I wrote when I was bored. Hope you enjoyed!
Eliza xx
