So I don't own the Mentalist! There I said it, it's out there! It is on my Christmas list though so fingers crossed.

Description: Based on the prompt A broken watch, peppermints, and a hug that goes too far

"Jane," Lisbon hollered, stomping into the bullpen from a meeting with the new boss. Their new director already seemed to have a problem with the team and he just took it out on her.

10 minutes earlier

"Agent Lisbon, please, sit down."

"Yes boss, and let me lead by saying I never would have let Jane come along if I knew that…"

Wainwright held up a finger silencing her "Agent, anyone who could have predicted what Mr. Jane did would have to be psychic." He grinned at his little joke before continuing, "However, if anything like it happens again both of your jobs will be on the line."

Present

When she stormed into the bullpen and saw the empty sofa she turned and glared at her team. Her eyes were met by a confused Van Pelt, a worried Rigsby, and a stoic Cho. "He's in your office," Cho said looking back down at his computer. Without responding she stormed out of the room.

Slamming open her office door she sent Jane her best glare. "Jane," she snarled "after the stunt you pulled today…"

"Liiiiisbon," he whined, drawing out the syllables in her name, "Lisbon it's broken."

Concern filled her face and she rushed over to where he was laying, with his eyes closed, on the couch. Crouching down next to him she, somewhat purposefully, placed a hand on his forehead with her fingers in his curls "What's broken?"

In response he gingerly placed his arm where she could see it. She looked it over concerned; she hadn't thought that the perp had landed on Jane with enough force to actually harm him. However, when she looked closer she didn't notice anything wrong, let alone broken. Shoving his arm away from her, she remembered why she came in here before, she was pissed at Jane. "Jane, what the hell were you thinking today?"

"It's broken Lisbon," he repeated unwilling to drop the subject.

She sighed, the anger seeping out of her, feeling the weight of the day crash down around her she asked wearily "What Jane, what's broken?"

He held out his wrist again and, with his bottom lip stuck out slightly, pouting, he pointed at his wrist. Glancing down at first she didn't notice anything wrong, "Jane," she huffed, but he didn't say anything, he just kept looking at her.

Looking back down, she noticed his watch for the first time. Its hands had stopped moving and a large sliver of glass was missing from it. "Oh," she murmured, "I'm sorry Jane, that's not something…" She paused unsure of how to bring up his late wife.

She was saved from finishing though when Jane answered "Don't you recognize it Lisbon, you gave it to me for my birthday last year."

She did recognize it and she remembered giving it to him. The one he used to have, the one his wife had given him, had broken. He had been distraught, like he was now.

If it had been anyone else or at any other time Lisbon insist that it wouldn't have happened like it did; but looking at Jane, his blue-green eyes shining with what he denies were tears, she pulled him into a close hug.

Lisbon had never been more hyperaware of where she was than at that moment, she could hear Jane's soft breathing, feel his heart- or maybe it was hers- beating erratically, and she couldn't help but taste the sweet peppermint on Jane's lips. She watched as his lips, a mere centimeters from hers, were wetted by his tongue.

Acting on impulse she closed the distance between their lips, his eyes widened in shock but he responded quickly. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close, she melted into his touch. Nipping at his lower lip, she forced his mouth open desperately wanting to taste more of that peppermint on his tongue. Jane quickly forced back pushing his way into her mouth, making her moan softly with pleasure.

A loud cough broke both of them apart "Boss, the suspect's lawyer is finally here," Cho said, "I can take care of it if you need me to."

She blushed, "N-no, I'm coming." Fleeing the room, she licked her bottom lip still tasting Jane. Biting down, she felt something give way and tasted a sudden explosion of mint flavor; she whipped her head around, a small smirk playing at her lips, saw Jane with a smile that mirrored her own.

So what do you think! All reviews are fantastic, but what I really want to know is what do you want. More, less, think the ending stunk (I did), I have nine more of these prompts so I can do more if you want them or you can suggest stuff. If you want to suggest a prompt all you have to do is pick three seemingly unconnected things like hugging, peppermints, and destroyed time keeping devices.