The Mentalist fanfiction

The team find out

Chapter 1

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jane asks me, his brow furrowed in a way that's too adorable for words.

We're lying down next to each other and I look sideways at him, taking in his unruly golden locks that I'm now allowed to run my hands through whenever I want, his bright and may I add dilated ocean blue eyes and soft pink lips that I would spend the rest of my life attached to if I could.

I can't stop myself from smiling. We had spent all those years wasting time. Some of them were important, the years when we were running after Red John when there was the sexual tension but we both thought it wouldn't go anywhere. After all Jane was still practically married to Angela then, he needed time. He needed revenge. I try not to think of that day, the day when he left me for what I thought would be forever.

After being arrested and then let go I'd gone back to my place and looked through my phone. I had lost almost everything that day, my work, my best friend. I listened to his voice message with my heart pounding, hoping more than anything that he was still alive. When he spoke, and told me he was fine I felt like everything would be ok. But then he'd said those three words.

"I'll miss you."

Everything had gone blank. It had been a month before I heard from him again, when his carny friends started to hand over his letters. They were friendly, yet fond and they were the best parts of my life for as long as I could remember.

Then, just as I was starting to think about moving on with my life. Accepting that Patrick Jane was gone, no longer in it. He decided to come back. Don't get me wrong I was overjoyed. But as soon as I realized that maybe not everything would change just by him coming back after two years that joy turned into confusion, and annoyance. I loved him, love him and I just wanted the truth. If he truly didn't care for me in that way I wanted to know. But then I also didn't.

I push the dark thoughts away and focus on the man in front of me. My boyfriend, lover, partner. It sends a thrill through me being able to call him any of those names, mainly the first two. Maybe one day I'll be able to call him by husband. I chew on my bottom lip, running that word through my head a few times. I like the way it sounds. Patrick Jane, my husband.

I try to focus, he's staring at the lip I'd been toying with. His eyes darkened with lust. I smile slightly seductively.

"Sorry, you were saying? I zoned out," I offer as an explanation.

Jane looks up at my eyes, confused before his eyes brighten with realization.

"Uh, right. Are you sure about this? Telling the team? I mean I'm all for it, don't get me wrong. I just… I don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with."

My heart almost bursts with love for this man, I love him and I don't care who knows it.

"No, I want to tell them. We've kept it secret long enough. Besides, I don't know if I can keep it quiet for much longer. Your longing glances in my direction make it sort of hard," I say jokingly.

"I can't help it, you're just so beautiful. Particularly when you're hard at work, doing paper work, taking down bad guys, playing the detective," he moves closer at each word until he's resting his forehead against mine.

I take his lips with mine and kiss him slowly. It's sweet, similar to our first one. It doesn't take much time for it to turn passionate and hungry. He deepens it and out tongues begin to battle for dominance before we find our perfect rhythm.

He's on top of me before I even realize it, his arms resting on either side of me. Eventually we break apart for air. He stares at me before rolling off me. I don't like the loss of contact but we need to finish this conversation.

We lie facing each other, both resting on our elbows.

"Patrick," I draw out his first name. I don't use it very often, he always has been and probably always will be Jane to me except for in the most intimate situations.

"I love you, you know that and I know it. We've waited so long to be together and I don't want to waste any more time. I love you and I want everyone to know it."

He strokes my cheek and kisses me softly with so much love that I can feel it throughout my whole body.

We're close enough together that he can whisper and I'll hear.

"So you're not embarrassed?" he jokes.

I shake my head and run a hand through his golden curls.

"Never."

We kiss again, this time matching the passion we'd had going before. We still have an hour until we have to get ready for work and we spend it wisely.