Oh my gosh, I haven't visited Mentalist fanfiction in a LONG time. I was inspired by a Geography question involving a certain city of Lisbon, Portugal...

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"I never said you could give out free gift baskets at the charity ball, Jane!"

"You never said I couldn't!" Jane smiled. Darn him. That was a good point.

"It was supposed to be a given! Who would give out GIFT BASKETS at a charity ball?"

"I don't like taking hints, Lisbon. So stop giving them away!" Now I was thoroughly confused. What makes him think I was giving hints? To him of all people!

"What makes you think I'm giving any hints? Yelling at you isn't a hint. It's called verbal discipline. Which you seem to need a lot of." I sat at my desk, eating some left over chocolate from Valentine's Day. Ever since I was a kid, I would always save the chocolate for later. It carried over to my adult years.

"You know you enjoy yelling at me. Not because you like being in control, but it's the only way you think I'll listen to you." Jane sat across from me, legs crossed. How dare he! He doesn't know everything. No matter how true or UNtrue his little accusations may be!

"Go away. You're bugging me."

"You like it when I bug you."

"No I don't."

"Want to bet?"

"Want to lose?"

A small glare-war went on until Rigsby knocked on my door.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know Jane was here..." Rigsby was acting like we were having some sort of moment. He should react just as if anyone was in here...Jane doesn't deserve such a reaction.

"It's just Jane." I waved Jane away. But he wouldn't budge. Fiend! "Jane. Out."

"Lisbon, I'm hurt. You think I'm just Jane? Not even Jane? I'm just Jane? I see how you feel. Now I can't leave." I rolled my eyes.

"And why is that?" Rigsby stood awkwardly by the door.

"I'll just come back anoth-"

"No! Jane is leaving!" I pointed to the door. "Out!"

"Not until I improve my importance!"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna..." Rigsby ran away. What a baby. It's JUST JANE!

"Rigsby! Grrr. Way to go, Jane." I looked at some of my paperwork before noticing the presence of Jane that had yet to leave my office.

"I'll prove myself to you one way or another, Lisbon." He stood up. FINALLY. "This one's for me." He took a chocolate out of my box. How dare that- "This is for you..." A chocolate kiss appeared on my desk. How sweet. I smiled. "And this is for both of us." He kissed my quickly. And I'm not talking on the cheek or on the forehead. I'm talking about on the lips...

Jane kissed me on the lips. Oh God.

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