Hi. First of all thank you for clicking on my new story. I really wanted to try writing an AU Jisbon story based (loosely) on one of my favorite episodes of The Mentalist (4:10 fugue in red). Except in this AU 4:10 episode never happened and I thought it be fun to write a story if it happened after white orchids instead.

Most of S6/S7 is canon but with a slight twist in some areas, as you will see. There are a few small differences to our team too but nothing too major in this AU.

I hope you enjoy reading, please let me know what you think reviews keep me motivated to write more. :)

Big thanks to Shena for agreeing to be my beta. X

I don't own the Mentalist unfortunately.

Jane stood alone taking in the beautifully landscaped garden of the Reynolds residence. Closing his eyes, Jane placed both of his hands contently into his jacket pockets. He tilted his head up to enjoy the warmth of the sun rays against his skin. He had slipped out of the house when the hustle and bustle of the FBI circus had begun. Whilst catching the killer and outsmarting them always felt good, it was the bureaucratic nonsense that followed that was never of much interest to him. It had been ten months since he had stormed the plane in Miami and declared his love to Lisbon. It had been six months ago since they had married beside their beautiful lake in front of their new home, friends, and family. Everyday since then felt like a perfect dream. They were free to be with each other and free to show the entire world their love for one another; free to be man and wife after thirteen years of him living in darkness and it felt incredible.

Jane's biggest fear was that their perfect dream would suddenly turn to a nightmare. Whether it be that Lisbon would finally wake herself up and realize that he wasn't a man who deserved her love, or that actually marrying Pike would have been her better option. Perhaps the unthinkable would happen and her job would end up with him burying yet another wife in the ground.

Jane had been feeling uneasy ever since him and Lisbon had begun an intimate relationship about the dangers of her job and he had dropped some not so subtle hints about her leaving the FBI, but she wasn't to be deterred from it. When he had found them the perfect house by the lake, he had hoped by having his time taken up doing the renovations that it would distract and preoccupy him from his fears and up to a point it had. But after six months with the main building structure work almost done, he was back to working at the FBI more and his fears and fretting over her safety everyday had returned.

Abbott had been happy for Jane to take time off to work on the new house as long as he was still able help out with important cases. He also knew Abbott would like him back on the job as a full time consultant again. The problem was Jane wasn't so sure he wanted to do crime solving anymore. The job, the cases, the criminals… it just didn't capture his excitement like they once had. He had only taken the risk by returning to the States for Lisbon, and now that they were finally together and married, he was questioning why he was still working for the FBI any longer.

"Jane?" The sound of his wife's soft, soothing voice brought of him out of his trance like state. He would never get bored of listening to the sound of her voice. Especially when she would say his name. At work he was Jane, but back home, in their bedroom, making love to her or touching her in the most intimate of ways, he was Patrick. Her Patrick.

"Jane? We need to head back to office. Abbott wants us back to conduct the interview on Stanson. Jane?" Lisbon said as she approached her husband standing alone amongst the flower garden.

"Hmm. Can't Cho and Fischer do it? We, my love, have special plans tonight," Jane replied, smiling with his head up at the sun and his eyes closed. He had managed to organize a very romantic dinner date at the most exclusive Attica restaurant for their six month wedding anniversary. He wasn't going to let a stupid murder case ruin his plans to wine and dine his beautiful wife.

"Abbott says he wants you in on this as it was you who managed to catch the guy after all these months of him running rings around us. Besides, there's still a chance the secretary was an accessory to killing Reynolds and if anyone can drag the truth out of him, it's you. Abbott feels the widow and his family deserve justice." Lisbon trailed off when she saw a small grimace across Jane's face. "What?"

"Meh," he commented, throwing up a dismissive hand. "The Reynolds family are bunch of selfish, ignorant fools and I find the notion of bringing those idiots justice disturbing."

"Okay… so they had their issues but…"

"Issues? That's an understatement. The doting wife was sleeping with the victims own brother on the night he was brutally murdered! I am sorry if I don't fall for the whole grieving widow act here."

"She made a mistake, Jane. I genuinely think she is sorry. Besides, no marriage is perfect."

"Ours is," Jane said smiling sweetly, opening his eyes for the first time to take in the sight of his beautiful wife now stood beside him.

Lisbon diverted her eyes downwards blushing at her husband intense, adoring gaze. Even though they were married and she was his wife, his seductive concentrated stare always effected her. Just like it had the first time he had shown her back in the TSA interrogation room.

"Come on, Mr. Jane. The sooner we get this full confession, the sooner we can be enjoying our romantic dinner. And, if your good, I will let you have the best dessert in the place."

"Oh, yeah? And what's that?" Jane asked, puzzled and curious to know when Lisbon had dined at one of the most exclusive restaurants in Austin.

"Me," Lisbon whispered seductively into his ear, lacing her fingers gently through his before dropping his hand and walking back up to the house swaying her hips a little as he watched her retreat. Inhaling a deep breath and using all his biofeedback skills to keep himself in check, it dawned on him that there was still one thing in his life that still got him excited: his gorgeous wife.

Jane straightened the collar of his crisp white shirt in the reflection of the hallway mirror. He had also purchased a new dark gray suit and waistcoat for tonight's special occasion. The sound of the bedroom door opening made Jane turned away from the mirror to see Lisbon exiting the room. She was wearing a black, tight, fitted dress that hug all her curves in the right places of her body with black high Stilettos.

"So? What do you think?" She asked, leaning up on one hip sexily.

"I–I–think we should forget the dinner date and just stay here. Wow! You look incredible!" Jane said, his breath caught at how sexy his wife looked in her little black dress and heels. Approaching Jane, she placed her hands against his chest smoothing down the lapels of his jacket as he wrapped his arms around her small waist, bringing her in closer to his body. Lisbon smirked when she felt her husband's penis starting to harden against her belly.

"Well, you don't scrub up too bad your self," Lisbon said, admiring her gorgeous blonde husband standing in a new tailored suit that fit perfectly to his muscular form. "Ever heard of the saying 'good things come to those who wait'?"

"Meh. It's a stupid saying," Jane replied as he gently placed soft kissed to her neck making his way up to her jawline before pressing his lips softly against hers. After a few moments she stepped out of his arms when the sound of the taxi pulled up outside and beeped. Pulling on his arm, Lisbon dragged him over to front door. "Come on, we can finish this later. I am hungry."

Ten minutes later, they were sat in the back of the cab heading down town to the new fancy restaurant. They sat quietly staring at each other fondly and sharing small kisses wrapped lovingly up into each other arms.

"Patrick…" Lisbon whispered in his ear as he planted another long, gentle kiss below her earlobe.

"Mmm," Jane mumbled against her skin

"I am wearing that silk underwear you got me," she whispered more seductively, pulling back an inch to look at his face. She smiled proudly at the sight of his pupils instantly darkening and widening.

"You're a cruel, evil woman, Mrs. Jane. Did I ever tell you that?" Jane asked playfully lightly placing his hands either side of her face and bringing his lips hard against hers. He dropped one of his hands, placing it on her lower thigh before trailing his fingers upwards to play with the hem of her dress. He deepened the kiss, feeling her breath hitch slightly as his hand worked its way under the fabric of her dress, moving up her leg. He was stopped from going any further to his desired target by Lisbon pulling her lips away from his.

"Looks like we have company," she said quietly under her breath. Glancing at his wife's face, Jane followed her eyes to the large, unshaven cab driver's eyes were keenly watching them in his rear-view mirror.

"Maybe we should save that for later, too," she told him, entwining her hand with his and sitting back against the cool leather seat of the taxi, chuckling at Jane's evil look towards the cab driver and his sulky little pout.

Arriving at the Attica restaurant twenty minutes later, Jane had organized for a very romantic table up on the beautiful open air roof terrace. Once shown to their table and given the A la carte menus by the waiter, another brought over a bucket of expensive champagne that Jane had per-ordered. Taking the two empty flutes, Jane popped the cork before pouring the golden liquid into the glasses and passing one flute to his wife.

"So, I want to make a toast. Here's to what has been the most amazing six months of my life, and it's all thanks to my beautiful, amazing new wife." Jane beamed a beautiful smile at Lisbon when he saw her cheeks flush pink at his words. "I love you, Teresa. I would be nothing without you. In fact, I wouldn't be the man I am today if it wasn't for you, I would hate to think the man I would have become to be honest. You are my world and I always attend to keep it that way. I love you, Teresa. To us. " Jane leaned over, clinking his glass against hers before gently kissing her lips.

Lisbon smiled sweetly back at his honest heartfelt toast trying to swallow back the tears now falling from her eyes. Even after six months of being Mrs. Patrick Jane, she still struggled to believe that the man she loved had loved her back and that knowledge still swept over her with joy. She only hoped that was a feeling that would never, ever stop.

Watching Jane pull a small gift box out of his jacket pocket, she frowned. "Patrick, I thought we said no gifts? I haven't got you…" she trailed off as she looked down into the gift box to see a origami paper frog, just like the one he had made for her as an apology all those years ago.

"I love it," she said, choking back the tears. Jane brushed his thumb under her eye, sweeping away a stray tear that had fallen. "I thought I would give you something that meant something to both of us. For me, it was the first time I realized I was falling in love with you and there was no way back." Lisbon glanced up stunned by his statement before smiling, trying her hardest not to let her emotions overcome or fall down her face.

After eating their very tasty dinner, they ordered another bottle of champagne and sat at the table with their hands and fingers linked together chatting whilst stealing sweet kisses like typical newlyweds and a couple deeply in love who are enjoying each other company.

"Oh, we have been invited to Walker's birthday drinks. Oh, and Abbott is planning on having a surprise wedding anniversary party for Lena. He told me today. Should be fancy if his wedding planning was anything to go by," Lisbon chuckled remembering Abbott's sylvan theme as she sipped on her champagne.

"Agent Walker? Seriously? You are making us go to that?" Jane rolled his eyes annoyance.

"What? Dan's a nice guy. Just because he once accidentally used your tea cup doesn't make him the anti-Christ, Patrick!"

"It's not just that. I don't like the fact he fancies my wife for a start."

"Oh, hush! He does not. We are just friends and he knows I am utterly, insanely in love with my husband," Lisbon said, trying to ease his jealousy and tapping the tip of his nose with her finger before lifting his chin up so she could press her lips against his.

"Actually, I need to talk to you about something important."

"Okay…"

"I want you to consider leaving the FBI." Instantly, he felt Lisbon's hands tense under his and saw her eyes filled up with anger.

"Jane, we have spoke about this. You don't need to worry. This is my job. I am good at it and I know what I am doing. I will be okay, Jane. Everything will be okay," Lisbon replied sighing at having the same conversation over and over again, though she could see the concern shown visibly across his beautiful face.

"You don't know that Teresa. I mean… would leaving law enforcement be so bad? What if we decide to start a family one day? Would you take a step back?"

"You… You want a family?" Lisbon interrupted, her voice breaking with emotion. They hadn't spoken about having children and after what had happen to Charlotte, she wasn't sure he would ever want to travel down that road again.

"Well, yeah, if that's what you want. If you don't, then I will be happy to just be us two. But I think it would be nice to have our own family one day, don't you?" Jane asked sipping his champagne and hoping his wife wasn't about to totally reject his family idea. He knew she loved her job but hoped that now they were married she would want more from their life than them just solving crimes together.

"Yeah. Yeah. I think I do,"Lisbon said choking back the tears from the overwhelming happiness, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips.

"But I don't know if I can watch you day in and day out putting yourself in harms way, Teresa. I just–I have never wanted to be in law enforcement. I fell into it with the whole Red John saga, but it's not me, Teresa. Watching you do this job, I think I need to do something else. Something that won't make me jeopardize your career and have you angry and hating me for it. I need to do something that interests me. That excites me… makes my heart race with pleasure waking up in the mornings."

"And here I was thinking I made your heart race plenty in mornings," Lisbon smiled wickedly, seeing his eyes darken with desire at her low husky tone and words.

"Oh, trust me, you do, Mrs Jane. Whilst I would happily spend twenty four seven making love to you if I could, unfortunately, that's not an option at my age… So, I need something else that can feel the void of you when your not at home."

"What about the house? I thought you liked working on your renovation project."

"And I do. But most of the heavy duty work is done now. Just a few major things left but that won't take me forever to finish and then what? I come back to work worrying and fretting about your safety. Abbott will no doubt want me back full time and I don't think I want to do that anymore."

"Okay. So what do you plan on doing?" Lisbon asked, taking another sip of her champagne before raising a questionable eyebrow at her husband.

"Well… not quite sure yet. I could do beekeeping… Build a boat…"

"Beekeeping?" Lisbon asked, chuckling at the image in her head of Jane wearing a beekeeper outfit.

"Okay… Well… I am not sure yet, so until then I will just have to stick to my other job." Jane seductively leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek as he slowly ran his finger up the inner side of her thigh covered by the table cloth.

"Oh, yes. And what's that exactly?" she asked, keeping her voice low as she felt his hand moving slowly up her leg pushing the fabric of her thin dress against her legs.

"This…" With that, Jane wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her passionately whilst he moved his other hand under the fabric of her dress. Jane drew away from their kiss wanting to see his wife's face whilst he continued his hand upwards, seeing how far she would let him go before stopping him. Jane sat smugly smiling as she took another large gulp of her champagne shutting her eyes briefly trying to ignore his teasing.

"You're cruel, evil man, Mr. Jane," she whispered, repeating his same words to her from earlier. As his hand moved higher up her leg she gave him a stern glare and he knew he had pushed his limit.

"Well, I can't argue with that statement but I know you still love me." Jane placed a small peck on her lips whilst he slowly removed his hand from under her dress. "You wanna go home Mrs. Jane?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Yes. Let's go home, Mr. Jane."

When they arrived home, it took less than two seconds after shutting the front door before they were passionately all of each other, leaving a trail of clothes along the hallway making their way to the bedroom. Kissing her passionately Jane guided her back towards their bed laying her gently down on the mattress whilst placing sweet kisses down her throat. Moving down her body he took one of her rosy red nipples between his lips sucking it lightly, swirling the erect bud with tongue till he heard her groan in pleasure. Nudging her legs apart with his knee, he rubbed her warm core with the tip of his hard shaft. Lisbon lovingly reached up stroking his face with the plam of her hand "I love you Patrick" she whispered her eyes filled with pure love. Moving back up her body Jane pressed his lips hard against hers probing her mouth open with his tongue as slowly thrusted himself inside of her, feeling her inner walls stretch to receive him easily, she moaned into his mouth arching her back off the mattress in pleasure as he filled her full before they started a slow long stroking rhythm.

They spent rest of the night slowly making love to each other, caressing and pushing each other to the limit, over and over, until their bodies couldn't physically take anymore. As they laid naked and breathless entangled up in each other limbs, Lisbon looked lovingly up at her husband playing with one of the damp curls plastered against his sweaty brow. "I love you, Mr. Jane, and you know I will support you in anything you want to do if you want to leave the FBI."

Jane lifted his head off the pillow staring deeply into her beautiful emeralds eyes looking back at him. Just when he thought he couldn't love this woman anymore than he already did, she went and did or said something to prove him totally wrong. Clearly pushing aside her own feelings of hurt on his decision to leave the FBI, she was still prepared to support him, be there for him, not matter what life or he threw at her.

"I love you so much Teresa Jane. More than you will ever know. " Jane leaned down kissing her lips before nuzzling himself against her bare shoulder knowing he wasn't about to let anything ruin what they now had.

Three weeks later, Jane climbed the double extended ladder up on to the roof of their house. The TV aerial had blown down during a bad storm and he was damned if he was paying someone to do a simple job he had originally installed himself, anyway. Repositioning the aerial and securing it back to it's correct place, Jane made his way back awkwardly across the roof tiles feeling the ceramic tiles were slippery from the heavy rain that they had the night before. As he placed his foot on the runner of the ladder, Jane felt it slip, which in turn made him lose his balance and hand grip on the ladder. Before he could react, he and the ladder plummeted down hard to the ground below.