A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to a new Mentalist fanfiction. Woo. I don't know if this idea has ever been done before but here's a new one for you guys to read. And its my first multi-chapter. Sort of. Enjoy, leave a nice review that would be lovely.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist or the characters used in this story.
I have only felt like this twice in my life. The first time being when I met Angela and the second being when Charlotte was born. The rush of love which hit me when I first stared into their eyes, the feeling of my heart pounding against my chest as I realised there was no turning back. This was literally the moment I had always dreamt of. Although my love for Angela was different to the love I felt for Charlotte, there was no denying how amazing it felt.
But after what Red John did to them, I refused to ever let myself feel anything for anyone. I refused to hand my heart over as I knew it would result in me losing them again and again.
NEEAnd that's why when I met Teresa Lisbon; I made sure it was merely a work friendly relationship. Over the years, we bonded more and developed a deep friendship. And then it wasn't until a few days later I realised that I had fallen in love with my boss.
Damn.
But it was okay, I was great at acting. I could pretend like she meant nothing to me. Damn, I'd done it enough times to her.
But somewhere inside I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know how I felt, how I dreamt about running my fingers through her dark hair, how I wanted to caress her ivory skin with my hands and how I wanted to kiss her. I couldn't though. I couldn't put her in that risk. I'd already lost two people I love to my stupidity and I was not going to do it again.
So why was I here?
I was in the quirky little bistro waiting for Lisbon... Teresa... to show up and so I could declare my undying love for her. I was nervous and this was unusual for Patrick Jane, I don't get nervous.
But she had that power over me. I considered getting up and leaving but that's when she chose to walk in. And I couldn't help but stare. She was wearing a low cut black dress, wow she had really taken my idea for her to dress up seriously, her hair pinned up with loose curls falling down her shoulders. I was breathless. This was it. My moment.
She had a small smile as I reached for her hand and pressed my lips to it. We had a polite conservation about work, neither one being too interested. We had just finished our 2nd bottle of wine when I decided it was time. It was now or never. I made way for her hand again and that same small smile appeared.
"Lisbon?" I coughed slightly, words catching in my throat. "How long have we known each other?" She looked away for a second trying to figure it out before a wide grin reappeared.
"8 years next week. Wow. I've managed to put up with you that long!" She giggled, taking another sip of wine. "Why do you ask?" I nervously smiled before looking into her eyes.
"Well, you see recently I've been thinking, about everything really. How I always promised this would never happen. How I refused to let my past get in the way of what really mattered. And especially with what happened with Lorelei recently..." I break eye contact for a second, not wanting to see the heartbreak fill her eyes. "But you understand why I did that and that's why you mean so much to me. You get why I am chasing Red John and though you don't agree you let me get on with it. You trust me despite your better judgement and you have done so much for me these past few years. You have believed in me even when no one else has or would, you make me laugh, smile and I trust you more than anyone ever. And this is why I feel its right to tell you now..." I grin at her again and stroke her knuckles with my thumb. She looks curiously at me, confusion running across her face.
"Teresa. I think I... no, I know. I am in love with you."