Chapter 1
Okay, I've been insanely obsessed with The Mentalist lately. Well rather with Patrick Jane. His darn, beautiful smile makes me squeal every time. I hate it, but I can't help it. My first mentalist fic. Here goes.
Teresa Lisbon strolled into CBI with one intention in mind: to ignore Patrick Jane. His insolent remarks were quite getting to her and she found herself thinking about him at home, in a way she knew she shouldn't but never in a millennium was she going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
Van Pelt was at her desk on her computer doing what she was paid to do. Cho was getting coffee and Rigsby was, well, who knew where he was. Recently Van Pelt was constantly urging him to cut down on the sugar and consume more vegetables which Rigsby did not consider food. So it was safe to bet that he was probably avoiding her, whilst stuffing his face with donuts.
Lisbon walked in and greeted her fellow co-workers, all except Jane, who was sprawled across his couch pretending to be asleep.
"Lisbon!" Jane quipped in his rather cheery voice complete with his signature million dollar smile, "What? No good morning?" his demeanor changed to being sad and disappointed.
Lisbon decided to put her plan into action, "Sorry Jane, I didn't see you there. Good morning."
She gave him a slight smile and turned to enter her office when he stopped her.
Patrick Jane for the first time ever, furrowed his brows in confusion. This wasn't like Lisbon. The Lisbon he knew would roll her eyes at him and walk away. This Lisbon was…nice. He didn't like it. Something was up and he would get it out of her.
"So, um, you're not upset about yesterday?"
She spun around.
"I mean, it was an accident. I really didn't mean to get you wet, although you look pretty when wet." Jane flashed his best innocent smile. Inside Lisbon was fuming as she recalled the events of the previous day.
Flashback
Jane and Lisbon were at a suspects' house. Lisbon was questioning the husband of the deceased wife while Jane did what he did best, meandered.
He had come across a water pump nearby Lisbon and his curiosity was aroused. Jane had bent down to fiddle with the device when all of a sudden it broke off and water started gushing out.
"Lisbon!" Jane had yelled trying to warn her in time. Lisbon, furious with being disturbed so rudely, turned too late to see the forceful water heading right at her. In less than a minute she was soaked from head to toe and shivering mercilessly, but cold was far from what she was feeling, hot anger was bubbling inside her. Slowly she turned to glare at culprit, fists clenched.
"JANE!!"
End of Flashback
She stared at Jane, wishing she could once, just once, not be professional and punch that idiotic grin off his face.
"No, I'm not upset. It was an accident," She replied composing herself.
Jane's smiled never faltered but a flash of disappointment was there before it quickly vanished. Lisbon turned and walked into her office, closing her door she had to persuade herself not to slam it. He would not win!
Settling herself in her chair she had to admit she was rather proud of herself. For a moment she though she had jumped on him and started beating the crap out of him but it was just her imagination. Sighing as she placed her head in her hands she knew it was going to be a long week.
A/N: It's pointless. I don't know where I'm going with this. Any ideas please let me know. Probably a two shot. Depends on how many ideas I got. Reviews are love.
