I was inspired by the song Heartbeat by Enrique feat. Nicole Scherzinger. It is such a beautiful song, with such a gorgeous melody and I immediately thought of Lisburn. I love the sudden bombardment of Lisburn fics! I've also taken to watching the awesome Castle as well : ) I've heard that happens to a lot of Mentalist watchers, as it can be similar with the actors, such as Currie Graham. He was in the classic episode with the mummy's curse!

"Hey, Teresa." Lisbon opened the glass front door to her apartment, wearing little more than a stunned look on her face. On the other side of the door, standing in the illuminated street, was the last person on Earth she thought would knock on her door at 3'o'clock in the morning.

Walter Mashburn. Yep, the billionaire; standing, dripping wet from the rain, on her front porch. Well that was a surprise if she ever had one. She'd not seen him since their rendezvous a couple of months ago, and yet here he was.

Not that she wasn't happy, she was. She was just over confused with the sudden turn of events. She hadn't even realized it had been raining.

"Walter." She cursed inwardly at her attempt to sound confident, as it came out more like a squeak. She blinked repetitively, until she grasped the fact that he wasn't disappearing. This wasn't a dream, not that she wanted to wake up. "I, uh, thought you were in Europe."

"I was. Spain." He corrected, still dripping wet. "Err, may I come in?"

Before she had time to completely register his sudden movement, he was inside her warm apartment in the middle of Sacramento. He slipped his jacket off, shaking his hair a little, before draping it over the arm of her chair.

"Sorry to intrude on your evening, Teresa." He eyed her legs from a respectable distance, before casting his eye over her small apartment. "Or...not." He glanced back at her, rather disappointed to find her mask firmly back in place.

"What are you doing here, Walter?" He smiled at her question, their eyes meeting after so long. She was first to break the contact, obviously. Her eyes drifted down his form, noting his wet clothing. "You're soaked."

"Well, yes." He stated. "I was in Europe, Spain, as I've already mentioned. They're good on music, Europeans. They have a nice taste in tunes."

"Err..." Lisbon began to feel uncomfortable under his magical gaze. She was only in her football jersey after all. And only that ended mid-thigh; she was bound to be nervous around men. Especially billionaires she'd once had a fling with. "Would you like a drink? Tea?"

She hurriedly disappeared into the calmness of the kitchen, the coolness hitting her legs. She let out a breath she'd previously been oblivious of holding. Bracing herself on the side she switched the kettle on. It only took her a few seconds to notice his presence behind her.

"Milk, one sugar." He broke the uncomfortable silence that settled on her kitchen. She turned around, ready to face the music, to find him drying his hair with one of her tea towels. She attempted to stifle a laugh, and failed.

He raised an eyebrow at her giggling state. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No." She shook her head, as if trying to shake of the laughter. "I just never expected you to be in my kitchen...drying your hair with my favourite tea towel."

"Ah..." He looked at the cloth in his hands and frowned. "Sorry."

"Nah, don't be, It's okay." She smirked at him.

They smiled at each other, politely. She silently prayed that he couldn't see her heated cheeks under the bad lighting conditions. A serious look danced on the contours of her face.

"What are you really doing here Walter?" She asked, pushing off the counter and gaining on him slowly. Like a predator ready to pounce.

"Honestly?" He threw the cloth on the worktop. "I missed you, Teresa." He stepped forwards.

Lisbon's world suddenly lost balance. He missed her? Well they were new words to her ears. Her fists formed balls out of pride.

"You missed me?" She shook her head confused. "What do you mean?"

"Ha, really?" He came towards her, suddenly intruding on her personal space. She stepped back in order to restore a little of the balance he'd taken. "Who's your favourite Spanish artist?"

"W-what?" She cursed herself for stuttering. Her heart clenched, as he drew closer to her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheeks, making the pink tinge in her cheeks stronger.

"Who is your favourite Spanish artist?" He repeated, closer to her.

"Err...I don't know." She looked up into his eyes. "Why?"

The balls her fists had made flattened as she felt his breath grow stronger, the soft puffs of air on her cheek turning into rapid pants. She reached up, her palms flattening on his chest.

"When I was in Spain, there was a song. It would play everywhere I went. It made me think of you." He said truthfully, his hands resting on her hips gently, pulling her a little bit closer. "I've been gone two months, Teresa. The night I spent with you before I left made me feel alive again. You made me feel alive again."

"W-what was the song?" She could feel his breath on her lips now.

"First, tell me, who is you're favourite Spanish artist?" She shrill of the kettle did nothing but make the tension in the situation increase.

"Err...I like Shakira, I guess…and Enrique?" She tested, wanting to be right, for him; in so many more ways.

"Stop stealing my heart away, Teresa." Her eyes fluttered shut as he placed his hand on her cheek. "I don't know where we're going, I don't know who we are, but you do. You know. The one thing I need you to say to let me know that you're on the same page as me."

Then she knew. She knew what he wanted, and why he wanted it. She knew what she had to say, and It made her think. What she was about to say held the whole balance of their universe in place...and she was about to throw it off course again. She opened her eyes, as he brushed his thumb over her lips.

It seemed like forever until..."I can feel your heartbeat." She felt him smile, his arms encircling her waist drawing her closer to him. She watched his every move with keen jade eyes, wishing him closer, needing him closer...wanting him closer. And soon enough, he was happy to oblige.

I want to continue this, so let me know what you guys think!

Taz xx