Author's Note: Okay. So, this tag is probably late and I'm not sure how great it is, I was just hit with the urge to write it. It's kind of just a random cute thing I think should have happened while Jane and Lisbon were waiting for the killers. It's a one-shot. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist.
Jane leaned his head back against the cabinet. It was much less fun without someone to talk to. By someone, he meant Lisbon. The woman in question was leaned against the island counter across from him in the kitchen, sleeping. She had dozed off at least twenty minutes ago, and as little as he enjoyed waiting, it didn't seem so bad now. He had something cute to look at, at least. He smiled when she shifted a little, like it was going to make her more comfortable. It probably didn't make a difference.
Lisbon mumbled something incoherent in her sleep and Jane's ears perked, trying to make out what she had said.
Jane scooted closer, trying to hear better. He leaned against the island next to her. "What?" he whispered.
Lisbon mumbled again, tilting her head slightly away from him.
"I didn't hear you, Lisbon. Speak up." Jane tried again.
"No." Lisbon mumbled.
"No?"
"I'm nnnoooo…t goin't'tell you."
"Tell who, what, Teresa?"
"Mnh." Lisbon grumbled.
"Teresa. This is your conscience. What are you saying?"
"Why'm'conscience sound like Jane?"
"It's weird, I know. Maybe there's something you want to tell him. Is there, Teresa? If there is, you should tell him. At least tell me." Then on a second thought he added, "Your conscience."
"Nothing. Naw't'Jane."
"What if Patrick wanted to tell you something?" It did occur to him that he was having a conversation with a sleeping woman, and that was odd. But, he had missed the normal ship a long time ago. It didn't matter now.
"L'what?"
"What would you say if Patrick loved you?"
There was no reply.
"Teresa? You should tell your conscience. Would you say you loved him back?"
"M…mmaaayyybbeee." Lisbon muttered.
Jane leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Well, he does love you." He smiled, wiping at the corner of her mouth with his sleeve. She may not have been awake to hear the confession, but at least he had said it. To her. Sort of. Her unconscious mind knew it at least. They sat there for a few more moments in peaceful silence, Lisbon's head had tilted to rest on Jane's shoulder and Jane leaned his cheek lightly on her hair.
The sound of a door opening quickly made them both, flinch and Lisbon roused from her sleep. They peeked over the top edge of the counter to see who the murderer was.
Author's Note: That was it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. It's much appreciated.