[So the idea for this story came to me after I created my own bucket list for a school assignment.

But enough with the background story, you don't want to hear that.

This might be a little OOC because Lisbon isn't exactly the person to have a bucket list, but oh well. Read it or leave it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mentalist. Or any of it's characters.]

"Lisbon?" Jane tapped on the door of the senior agent's office, stepping inside. The brunette was nowhere to be seen, however. She wasn't on the couch, and she wasn't at her desk.

Jane whistled, slipping his hands in his pockets and sauntering across the room, examining Lisbon's desk. Same, same. One or two files, the picture of her childhood dog and the picture of her brothers. Her reading lamp and a reading book for if she ever got any free time.

But there was something on her foam black chair, he noticed. A slightly crumpled, split in half, piece of white computer paper. My Bucket List, it said.

He scanned his eyes down it, reading quickly in case the bucket list's author entered her office. A grin spread across his face.

Well, Jane thought, This'll be exciting.

He slipped the paper into his coat pocket just as Lisbon entered her office. "Jane? Did you need me?" she asked, blinking as she stared up at him.

Jane grinned. "Nope. Nothing at all." He brushed past her, repeating softly with a grin in his voice, "Nothing at all."

Lisbon turned, watching him walk off. Oh, something's up, the brunette told herself. Something indeed. There was always something up where Jane was concerned.

Xxxx

Jane lay on his couch, hand clasped and eyes shut. What to do about Lisbon's bucket list.

What to do.

Surely this could not be left alone. He thought, smirking. Surely. The very fact that Lisbon had created a bucket list was enough to amuse anyone. Especially Jane.

He was going to have to do something about it.

But what exactly? What?

And then, he gasped slightly, sitting up straight. "I've got it!" he murmured out loud, grinning.

"Got what?" asked Lisbon from across the bullpen.

"Tell you later." Jane hopped up and headed over to the kitchen.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

[A/N: Okay. That was really, really short, I know. And I'm sorry. This is just the introduction, remember. The other chapters will be way longer, trust me. And better written...

Want to tell me how I did in a review? I'm not begging, but reviews are nice, you know?]