A/N: Yeah, I decided to write another story. This one came to me when I was just about to fall asleep and I slowly elaborated all day long. All my best ideas come to me in between the time I get in bed and the time I fall asleep, so I figured I might as well start writing. I have the first two chapters done so :D. BUT, don't expect a quick update like the last one (two in the same day haha). I'm not sure how many parts this will be... Just depends. I have certain moments I definitely want to put in, but I want to elaborate and draw it out to make it better. So I would expect 5 or more chapters out of this one. I'll try to update twice a week. Promise!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist or the amazing characters involved in the T.V show. If I did (I have decided) I would be on set staring at Simon Baker all day long instead of being bored out of my mind over spring break. :D


Jane got up and stretched. He had spent most of his day "sleeping" on his couch because they had just closed a case. Lisbon had spent most of her day in her office quietly doing some paperwork. He looked absentmindedly out of the window and realized that the sun was beginning to set. The day was almost over and he hadn't even bothered Lisbon once today, an activity he found great joy in. She would never admit to it, but he knew she secretly enjoyed it too. After pulling on his jacket again, he walked casually over to Lisbon's office and knocked quietly before coming in.

"Oh hi Jane, did you need something? I was just about to head out." Lisbon asked while she was packing up her things.

Jane noticed that she looked particularly nice today. She was wearing a skirt for once, something she hardly ever did, and a nice green blouse that complimented her eyes very well. "You look nice Lisbon." He complimented her. "Going somewhere special?"

She was quiet for a minute before answering. "No not really. I was just planning on going home." She had gathered her things by then and was beginning to walk out the door. She had been avoiding Jane's eyes ever since he entered the room. What was she trying to hide?

Jane obviously knew she wasn't telling him everything. He grabbed her wrist and held her back just before she exited the room. "Yes you are Lisbon, you can't lie to me. The fact that you did just makes me even more curious."

She turned to face him this time and Jane realized that a small blush was coloring her cheeks. "I told you Jane, I'm not going anywhere."

Her pulse was racing beneath his fingertips. She was lying, no doubt about it. "Liar, are you going on a date Lisbon?" Suddenly the blush on her cheeks made sense because it suddenly turned a deeper red.

She jerked her arm back. "I told you Jane, I'm not going anywhere! And since when is my personal life any of your business?"

She was going on a date? Lisbon? First of all, why would she be hesitant to tell him, and second of all… It shouldn't be bothering him this much. Lisbon didn't get out much and it was good for her, but Jane couldn't help but notice the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I uh, guess it's not." Jane was taken back. For once, he was at a loss for words. "I hope you have a good time I guess. You spend too much time alone at your house, so it's good for you to get out."

Lisbon backed up a few steps. "Thanks Jane…I uh, I guess." At that, she turned on her heel and left for the elevator, leaving Jane standing alone in her office. She had never seen Jane so surprised and vulnerable before. The mask he usually wore around her was gone. She could see every emotion play out on his face. Surprise was the dominant emotion, but she also thought she saw some sadness and hurt cross his features for a few seconds. Hurt? Why should Jane feel hurt? So what if she was going out on a date? Jane shouldn't care, it was her personal life. Then why did he care?


Lisbon pulled swiftly into the restaurant parking lot. Her stomach was aching for some strange reason. She wasn't nervous… she had met with this man before and she really liked him. No reason to be nervous. Her thoughts flickered to Jane standing wide eyed in the doorway of her office as she left and the aching in her stomach flared. Had she hurt him? No, how could she. He didn't even like her! And she didn't like him either. She quickly shook those thoughts from her head as she saw Michael, her date, waiting outside the restaurant for her. She quickly put a smile on and ran up to hug him and kiss him on the cheek before they went in to the restaurant.

Dinner had been wonderful. Excellent service and excellent food made for an excellent evening. Michael was a fairly serious man so most of their conversations were about their jobs, but Lisbon didn't mind. Her work was her life, but then only she was to blame for images in her head of a certain annoying consultant standing in the doorway of her office and the aching in her stomach those images caused.


It was about 9:00 when she got home. Michael walked her to her apartment door and said goodbye. He was taller than her, like most men and looked down into her eyes as he said goodbye to her. He ran his fingers down her cheek bone and pulled her face up to his. Their lips touched gently and Lisbon's eyes closed; their first kiss. He pulled back and smiled down at her, she smiled back up at him. He was a fairly handsome man and no doubt had plenty of girlfriends before her, so he was a pretty good kisser. Butterflies fluttered around in Lisbon's stomach as he gently stroked her face before turning and leaving. That had been the perfect first kiss for her, so sweet and gentle. Then why did it feel so wrong?


Another A/N???? NOOO!: Sorry, I hate two A/N's too. Oh well, I just want to remind everyone to review the story! They make me happy and giddy and they keep me writing. So do it! DOO IT NAOO! :D

PS: Sorry it's short... the later ones will be longer, PROMISE!

~Daisy