A/N: Hey, true Jisbon lovers! This is an introduction to a plot that I've been thinking of now for a while. I want you to tell me how you liked it, because if you don't, I won't continue it :D.
I know it's short, but just try and find out where I'm heading with this story :P.
Disclaimer: The Mentalist is not mine.
"Jane, get home, or to your attic, I don't care, but you need to sleep," Lisbon said, walking by his couch. Jane groaned.
"But Lisbon-"
"Stop it, Jane, I'm serious. There's nothing here you can do anymore, except for irritating me, and I don't want that right now," she said, turning around and facing him.
He sat up straight, and looked at her.
"Do I look that tired?" he asked, innocently, and Lisbon rolled her eyes.
"Just leave, I don't want to see you here anymore," Lisbon said, and walked to her office.
Jane smirked. He loved how Lisbon was so worried about him. Not that she did it consciously, but he still liked the effort.
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He laid down, and closed his eyes again. This was what he hated: getting to sleep. And staying asleep.
If he wanted to get to sleep, he had to shut off all his thoughts, not even leaving the happy ones there. He had to be fully focused on getting to sleep.
He groaned. He liked Lisbon, but he didn't like the fact that she ordered something entirely impossible. Sleep.
He suddenly heard something beside his head. It sounded like... like someone whistled.
He got up, and his heart jumped to the moon and back.
Here, in front of his eyes, was a young girl. He estimated her around sixteen. She had long, blonde hair, the blonde hair he had, and her eyes. She had the exact same eyes as him. No, it couldn't be...
"Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?" she asked, and Jane smiled.
"I have no idea, but I think you will tell me," he said, on which she smiled. She reached out her hand, and Jane looked at it. He took it. But he couldn't get a hold on it. That was strange, it was almost as if she was invisible, like a ghost or something.
"First off, I'm just a part of your imagination. I'm from your little memory palace," she said, and Jane's smile dropped.
"You're Charlotte," he stated, and she nodded, sadly.
"Yes, I am."